Just Some Guy Without A Mustache Novels & Stories

He did not even have a biography and the profile picture was of a cat with a lollipop stuck to its fur. You could tell that it was an old account long forgotten about. I decided to g****e his name to see what popped up. Before I read through the results, I decided to click on images to see what pictures the media had of him. To my surprise there was a shirtless picture there, tagged Only Fans. My eyes widened and I chuckled in disbelief. “No freaking way!!!” I enlarged the picture on my screen and took in the scene before me. In the picture – he was shirtless of course, his hands were stuck in his pocket, and he was leaning against a rock in what seemed to be the forest, but like a fake fore

After a while, he nodded to the other guy's name, I can't remember for the life of me. Walking through the door, I find Mason standing shirtless, wearing only gray sweatpants. His hair is slightly tousled like he's been running his hand through it. Those tone muscles are on full display. My eyes dipped to his six packs, down to his abdomen belt. The man is sexy, and the small trail of hair disappears into his sweatpants. It doesn't even help that I already know what he's packing under those pants. The silence between us was loud as we looked at each other, not breaking eye contact. I realized he was not going to speak or make a move, so I decided to go first.

"I can hardly wait for the fun you will provide me." ANDREIA "It is time to close." The dry voice made me squeeze my shot glass of tequila briefly. If I were in my best shape, and my vision wasn't doubled, I am sure the glass would have broken. I looked at the guy: a short young man in a dress shirt and jeans. His hair was black, perfectly slicked back with a lot of gel, his eyes were a dull blue, and he had a small nose. The guy was too pale; not in a handsome way, but sickly. If I liked his type, this guy would be in the cute category, but not fuckable.

since he loved pussy and he couldn’t fuck me. I should mention that Henry was one of the best-looking guys I had ever seen, but certainly the biggest jerk. He was tall, close to 6'2", and had dark hair with gray eyes. He had an extremely well-groomed beard and mustache, and he also had a scar across his left eyebrow that gave him a bad-boy vibe that really turned me on. He was a typical str8 guy who loved to look like a bad boy and inflict fear on others. He liked to raise eyebrows with his appearance; therefore, he was always neatly dressed. That night, he was wearing Adidas joggers that seemed to cling to his legs and show a nice bulge. He wore a tight-fitting white T-shirt and white sneak

"No, no, I'm not. Just enjoying the beauty of the ocean...alone." The man sat next to him, he obviously didn't get the message. His brown hair swept over his brown forehead, his eyes the color of a raven, they had in them a mesmerizing glow. On his upper lip was a shade of a neatly shaved mustache, he smiled at Harry. "He grunted as he sat, "yes, it's the most beautiful view in the USA. I'm glad I could see this." "Hm-hm." Jackson really hoped he'd leave. This was the only time he had to himself and he saw it get snatched by a random stranger. How unpleasant.

I swallow and ignore Sasa howling inside like a lunatic. She keeps pacing, scratching, tugging at me. I mentally shove her into a corner. She huffs dramatically and sulks. I grab the tray and straighten my shirt with one hand. My new short hair still feels strange brushing against my neck. Some pieces are sticking out weirdly, but whatever. It adds to the disguise, plus the mustache . Jack is messy. Jack is careless. Jack is a boy with pink hair who definitely doesn’t look like Lala Robinson. At least… I hope so.

I don't know if this is British etiquette or just a shy dude, but he can make an entire room uncomfortable without even trying. He has a mysterious quality to him though. He is an extremely attractive guy with no tattoos on his perfect skin. Only marks are his freckles spread across his face. His dark hair is slicked back, and his eyebrow has a natural slit from a scar running through it. His brown eyes are pretty too. They actually make him a little less frightening. Something about the fact that he doesn't communicate only intrigues me more. I don't think he said a word when we met.

He's not bad either. His looks are strict and he seems to be a man who sticks to his rules. He has brown short hair and grey eyes. He is clean shaved and I don't see tattoos on him unlike most men here. "That's cool. I would love to know you more. If you don't mind that is" he smiles softly. Is he just pretending or this is the real him? Grayson is the ultimate devil unless this is not his son. "Sure, I would love that too. It gets lonely when I visit and I could use a friend"

I looked over in shock, halfway wondering, Who’s this gonna be, the general manager? But it wasn’t a hotel employee, unless the hotel allowed guys to walk around out of uniform. He was completely bald, but in a Jason Statham or Bruce Willis badass way, not a ‘needs Rogaine’ kind of way. He was slightly dark with olive skin. He was wearing a black short-sleeve shirt and black dress slacks, and his arms and chest were powerfully muscled underneath. His nose had been broken once and never healed straight. His jaw looked like it was made out of granite, and he was wearing black sunglasses that completely hid his eyes.

He was wearing a black mask earlier but now there wasn't any and I could see that he was really handsome. Infact, handsome would be an understatement, he was charismatic! He didn't look old but surely wasn't a college student either. He looked like a greek- god which a perfect jaw line and slightly messed brown hairs. His slight stubble was making his face a sight to look at.