Just Some Guy Without A Mustache Novels & Stories

I approached a couple who were together to ask. "Miss, Mister! Excuse me. Have you seen a man wearing a white shirt and shorts with holes? He is white, has a piercing nose, has a killer smile, and..." Tact! He has all the characteristics of a handsome man. How can I explain his face, I can't say that that man is handsome. Ts "It's just that he's tall and he's English." I continued to describe it to Clive. fuck that boy! He said that he would not go far. Skin!

I growl, hoping the idiot realizes he's a nuisance. He looks at me with a crooked smile that tells me he's unimpressed. I roll my eyes. The guy is six feet tall and covered in tattoos, including a skull on his throat, so of course I didn't intimidate him. "I just thought you needed to relax." he says with a shrug and I eye him suspiciously. "I don't like guys." I speak and her smile dies. "And you're too skinny for my taste, idiot. I'm here to offer you a cigarette, not the gun I keep between my legs."

I’ll just take it slow when I decide to approach him. I watch him as he talks to his friends. He is laughing and having a good time. He is tall, big, a tattoo on his lower leg shows but I can’t make out what it is. He has no muscles, but is still strong. Like what humans call a dad bod. Oooo so hot! His hair is reddish brown, and it is cut short. You can tell if it was longer, it would be wavey or curly. He has a shadow where his mustache should be.

"Well, there were times I noticed that you looked girly. You know, with your face and height, I realized you look way more girly than I am." "What!?" "You look girly." "What in the world made you see me that way?" Like hell that I'm girly! "Hmm… let's try thinking about it, shall we?" He asked with a smirk. "Okay?" "To start, let's talk about your face. How were you able to maintain such smooth skin? How do you shave your mustache or beard?" This guy is utterly ridiculous. "Uh, I don't… my face never grew a mustache nor a beard."

grip. He looked exactly like he did in his photos. It was a rarity, but he was true to his image. Mid-thirties, wearing the obligatory well-tailored suit, and still no tie. He clearly believed he shouldn't be tied down by convention, thinking "outside the box," while simultaneously showing off that thick neck. He was still rough-shaven, matching the beauty pics on his website perfectly. It was an interesting choice; it meant he took the time to shave specifically to maintain that sexy stubble—not too hairy, but just enough. The sweep of his hair was still meticulously messy. This one goes to a lot of trouble to look like he didn’t go to a lot of trouble.

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

A voice interrupts my thoughts, and I tilt my head slightly to see a guy I don't recognize standing in front of me, wearing an Iverton jacket. I raise an eyebrow, brushing a hand through my unkempt hair to get a better look at him. His shiny brown hair is styled in a way that screams 'trying too hard', his ugly brown eyes fixed on me expectantly. He's about the same height as me, but slightly less muscular, and there's a fresh scar on his left cheek that looks like it was made by a wild animal. Did this guy get into a fight with a pack of rabid raccoons or something?

This guy was above average height, with piercings and tattoos, tossed his cigarette out of his mouth, and stood toe to toe with me. Unlike the other two, he didn't seem as drunk. Besides the cigarette between his lips and the two lightweights next to him, he would be my type. Something about a man who knows how to wear tattoos and piercings does something to me. Sadly, he is one of those men suffering from a masculinity crisis. How unfortunate! "Touch me, and you will wish you hadn't." this was my final warning. He attempted to grab me but immediately regretted it after I gave him a quick jab to the face. "AAAA! SHIT! THIS LITTLE BITCH BROKE MY NOSE!!" He yelled, stumbling back in pain.

replied the one holding the trunk door. Another man came. He was tall and bulky than the rest and had a trimmed mustache sitting on top of his lips. He crouched over her body and dared to tilt her head and inspect her face. “Damn, she’s hot.” “Boss will have a lot of fun with her.” The one with a cigarette remarked. “Hell yeah, now I’m jealous of that old fart.” The mustache man agreed, and the three of them laughed. That cruel old bastard has all the young females in the bunch. Having his fill and fun with them, they thought this chick right here would be added to his growing lists soon.

“So, you imbeciles think pointing a gun to my head should frighten me?” Getting out of the car, Joshua stares the guy in the face. His light complexion with blue jeans and a golf T-shirt. He looks frightened as Joshua's eyes darken, and he grins, “so, gents, are we doing a staring contest, or are you naive?” “Hey, shut up,” said the second guy. He looks in his fifties; he got bearded and tanned blue eyes and is a bit overweight, wearing black pants and a white T-shirt.