Happy Hump Day! Today, I’ve got a bad biker boy for your viewing pleasure. Sorry, I didn’t write a scene to go with him, I’m just swamped with other things. I doubt you even miss the scenes, your eyes are glued to the abs and pecs. Maybe once I dig myself out of these edits, I’ll come back and give this guy what he needs.
A scene, folks. I meant give this guy a scene. Geez. If you have any suggestions as to what the scene might entail, leave me a comment, I’m good at following directions.
Happy Hump Day everyone.
Posted 1 month, 1 week ago. 1 comment
I just love this shot. The angle, the lighting…great job by the photographer.
I’ll have to come up with a scene for this guy later. Awfully busy this week finishing up a short story, then beginning some edits. Any ideas? What do you think he’s doing? Or what has he already done? I’ll write a short scene from my favorite suggestion in the comments. Don’t be shy!
Posted 1 month, 2 weeks ago. 1 comment
This is Jonathin Niziol. I love his lips. Of course, there are other parts that are fun to look at as well.
Lucy peeked from behind the fence, sweeping the stream of water from her hose absently. Ever since Jonathan moved in next door, she’d turned into a sneaky peeping Thomasina. Her lawn had never been watered as often, and never before by hand. He had some friends over today, and they had been playing football in the backyard for an hour. Although shirts vs. skins should have given her plenty to look at, not one of those men had a body like Jonathan.
“Dude, get back in the game already.” The big beefy one shouted. ”Quit being a pussy.”
“I just need to cool down,” Jonathan stepped farther into the shade of the fence, and lifted his arms.
Aw, the poor hot guy is too hot. Lucy grinned, and lifted the hose. Should she? Oh yeah she should.
Posted 1 month, 2 weeks ago. 1 comment
It was Ellen’s first stay at a bed and breakfast. It was the perfect place to finish writing her thesis. She’d already enjoyed three days of the owner’s delicious cooking, and peace and quiet as the only guest in the place. Which was why she didn’t bother knocking on the door to the only restroom on the floor. When she stepped into the steamy room, Ellen’s mouth dropped open. It seemed there was a new guest at the B & B. She closed the door behind her, and leaned against it.
“Good Morning.”
Wow. What a sexy back. And other parts. Happy Hump Day everyone.
Posted 1 month, 4 weeks ago. 1 comment
July seventh. Is this a lucky day? Let’s just say it is. This weeks hunk looks pretty lucky, right? His name is Benj Lee.
Where the hell am I? Benj rolled over onto his stomach. The thick sand shifted beneath his weight. God he was sore. He swam three miles almost every day of his adult life. He should have been in better shape, but who knew how long he’d been either swimming or treading water out there? It seemed like weeks, but he could only remember the sun rising twice.
Everything was gone. Everything he owned was in that boat, and he wasn’t able to save a damned thing. But he was alive. Exhausted, dehydrated, weak…but alive. And now stranded on an unknown island in the Pacific. Benj sat back on his heels to get a good look around. Coconut trees lined the sandy beach. Gulls were fighting over some scrap of food near a copse of boulders. Just as Benj wondered how a seagull would taste, one of them flew off with the spoils of victory, but dropped it a few feet away from Benj. It took a few minutes to focus on the paper bag, but Benj almost cried when he saw the golden arches.
Civilization.
I think I’d probably go rooting through the bag. At some point, even cold stale fries would taste good. I’d have to be extremely hungry though. I guess he’s pretty lucky.
Happy Hump Day everyone!
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