Erotic M/M short story, XXX rated, with an Exceptional Personal Assistant, the Ultimate Man’s Man

Intro:
The head of any corporation should have the very best personal assistant that money can buy, and David is no exception. David’s personal assistant satisfies his every need, and more than a few of his desires. When David returns from one of his many business trips, he brings with him a young European executive who he hopes will join his company. To sweeten the deal, David offers his personal assistant to the young man for the duration of his visit.

Excerpt:
As the car left the airport on its way to David’s downtown offices, David talked business with the new young executive, who he was trying to recruit for a position in the business, and so far the man seemed to be interested in what David had to say. David squirmed a little, and Carson knew exactly what David wanted when, during the middle of their conversation, he felt the man’s large hand on his leg. “Carson, I’ve been very tense for the past week. I’ve missed you.” Carson was always ready to welcome his boss home in the manner to which the older man had become accustomed, and for which Carson was very well compensated.

***

Carson sat back down on the seat of the limo beside his boss, and noticed that the young European man now had quite a bulge in his designer pants. When Carson looked at the man, and then looked down at the bulge in his pants, the man blushed and quickly looked away.

Then David interrupted his own conversation with the young European man to introduce his assistant. “Forgive me. I haven’t properly introduced Carson. Carson is my personal assistant. As you can see, he takes very good care of me. During your visit, Carson will be at your disposal anytime, day or night. If you decide to join us, you will, of course, be given your very own personal assistant. All of the executives in my firm have their very own personal assistant.” Carson smiled at the European man, causing him to blush even more.

***

The man’s bulge seemed to be growing by the minute the longer Carson talked about sucking and fucking, and to Carson it looked somewhat painful as it grew inside the man’s tight trousers. Carson paused for a moment, not taking his eyes off of the man’s crotch, and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you while we wait for David to finish with his urgent phone call? He could be awhile.” “No, Carson. I’m not a fag. I’m here on business.” “Suit yourself. If you should change your mind, I’m at your service, like David said. I would be more than happy to service you while we wait,” Carson added.

Erotic M/M short story, XXX rated, with an Exceptional Personal Assistant, the Ultimate Man’s Man

Intro:
The head of any corporation should have the very best personal assistant that money can buy, and David is no exception. David’s personal assistant satisfies his every need, and more than a few of his desires. When David returns from one of his many business trips, he brings with him a young European executive who he hopes will join his company. To sweeten the deal, David offers his personal assistant to the young man for the duration of his visit.

Excerpt:
As the car left the airport on its way to David’s downtown offices, David talked business with the new young executive, who he was trying to recruit for a position in the business, and so far the man seemed to be interested in what David had to say. David squirmed a little, and Carson knew exactly what David wanted when, during the middle of their conversation, he felt the man’s large hand on his leg. “Carson, I’ve been very tense for the past week. I’ve missed you.” Carson was always ready to welcome his boss home in the manner to which the older man had become accustomed, and for which Carson was very well compensated.

***

Carson sat back down on the seat of the limo beside his boss, and noticed that the young European man now had quite a bulge in his designer pants. When Carson looked at the man, and then looked down at the bulge in his pants, the man blushed and quickly looked away.

Then David interrupted his own conversation with the young European man to introduce his assistant. “Forgive me. I haven’t properly introduced Carson. Carson is my personal assistant. As you can see, he takes very good care of me. During your visit, Carson will be at your disposal anytime, day or night. If you decide to join us, you will, of course, be given your very own personal assistant. All of the executives in my firm have their very own personal assistant.” Carson smiled at the European man, causing him to blush even more.

***

The man’s bulge seemed to be growing by the minute the longer Carson talked about sucking and fucking, and to Carson it looked somewhat painful as it grew inside the man’s tight trousers. Carson paused for a moment, not taking his eyes off of the man’s crotch, and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you while we wait for David to finish with his urgent phone call? He could be awhile.” “No, Carson. I’m not a fag. I’m here on business.” “Suit yourself. If you should change your mind, I’m at your service, like David said. I would be more than happy to service you while we wait,” Carson added.

Shipwrecked!

Stranded alone on a desert island, he had lived to tell the tale. A triumphant return to the ton saw James Trevenen hailed as Beau Crusoe—a gentleman of spirit, verve and action. But only he knew the true cost of his survival! Scandalous!

Susannah Park had been shunned by Society. She lived content with her calm existence—until Beau Crusoe determinedly cut up her peace! The beautiful widow wanted to help him heal the wounds of the past—but what secrets was this glorious man hiding?

Intro:
This is Brent’s senior year in high school, and he has been looking forward to this very week for two years. Brent is spending the entire week with his brother in his college dorm room. When Brent arrives at the university, his brother is thrilled to see him. Brent meets his brother’s best friend, Aean, while he is there, and experiences his very first college party. Brent thinks that he knows his brother as well as he knows himself. They have been as close as two brothers could be for as long as Brent has been alive. During his week with his brother, however, Brent learns more about his brother, who he has adored and admired for as long as he can remember, than he had ever thought existed.

About the unicorn:
The unicorn is the only fabulous beast that does not seem to have been conceived out of human fears. In even the earliest references he is fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, but always mysteriously beautiful. He could be captured only by unfair means, and his single horn was said to neutralize poison. The young gay male, like the unicorn, is fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, always mysteriously beautiful, and can be captured only by unfair means.

Intro:
This is Brent’s senior year in high school, and he has been looking forward to this very week for two years. Brent is spending the entire week with his brother in his college dorm room. When Brent arrives at the university, his brother is thrilled to see him. Brent meets his brother’s best friend, Aean, while he is there, and experiences his very first college party. Brent thinks that he knows his brother as well as he knows himself. They have been as close as two brothers could be for as long as Brent has been alive. During his week with his brother, however, Brent learns more about his brother, who he has adored and admired for as long as he can remember, than he had ever thought existed.

About the unicorn:
The unicorn is the only fabulous beast that does not seem to have been conceived out of human fears. In even the earliest references he is fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, but always mysteriously beautiful. He could be captured only by unfair means, and his single horn was said to neutralize poison. The young gay male, like the unicorn, is fierce yet good, selfless yet solitary, always mysteriously beautiful, and can be captured only by unfair means.

Intro:
Cuando Molly va a trabajar a la señorita de Lorna, no puedo esperar para conocer el caballero que va a pedir su mano en matrimonio. Miss Lorna es donde todas las niñas de Charleston se envían a aprender a complacer a un hombre. Molly no sabe nada de complacer a un hombre, pero es bastante seguro que ella estará bien. Después de todo, lo hizo ganar excelentes calificaciones en su niñas a la escuela todos.

******

-Bueno, Molly Stevens, vienen en "una mujer joven dijo, como Molly entró en la gran finca de la señorita Lorna." Estoy aquí para ver a la señorita Lorna ", dijo tímidamente.-Sí, hemos estado esperando . Por aquí. No prisa. No queremos mantener la señorita Lorna espera. Ella está muy ocupada. "

Molly se dirigió rápidamente detrás de la joven. La joven sin duda no se parecía a una señora a Molly. Llevaba tacones altos y medias de rejilla y negro por detrás, Molly casi podía ver todo el camino hasta la entrepierna. Joven mujer fue La falda de de color rojo brillante y muy ajustado contra su trasero. La madre de Molly ciertamente nunca aprobaría Molly vestirse así. "Miss Lorna, esta es Molly Stevens. Su madre la ha enviado."

Miss Lorna miró a la joven de arriba abajo. "Sí, sí, bueno, veo que tenemos trabajo por nosotros, no nos Lacy," dijo a la joven.-Sí, señorita Lorna. "Turning a Molly, la señorita Lorna dijo: "Lacy se va a ocupar de que está correctamente vestido. Entonces, volverá a mí." Molly asintió con la cabeza.

******

Molly vio como una a una las otras chicas fueron reivindicados por un hombre. Pocas niñas se quedaron en la sala de ahora, y Molly no quería ser el último escoltado por un caballero, aunque no tenía idea de a dónde se fueron cuando salieron del salón de baile. Molly sonrió tan grande como pudo y bateó para sus pestañas como había visto hacer Lacy. Un hombre se acercó a ella y se presentó como Juan. Molly estaba seguro de que ella había oído muchos de los hombres se presenten como John .

Molly sonrió, y salió de la habitación con el hombre. "Dónde, Miss Molly?" Se preguntó Molly cómo el hombre sabía su nombre, pero pensaba que la señorita Lorna había probablemente se lo dijo. Señorita Lorna estaba de pie en el pasillo, y llevó Molly y su invitado caballero a una habitación. Entonces la señorita Lorna los dejó solos, cerrando la puerta de la habitación desde el exterior. Demasiado jóvenes que muchos habían intentado dejar demasiado pronto, y Lorna señorita no le gustaba pagar sus familias las enormes sumas de dinero que había pagado por su excelente instrucción.

Dentro de la habitación, Molly estaba, sin saber qué hacer. "Usted es nuevo, Miss Molly. Pour me un trago." John yacía en la cama, esperando a ser atendidos. Molly vierte el hombre un trago de whisky y lo llevaron a él ". Y usted beberá conmigo, Miss Molly", dijo. Molly nunca habían tomado una copa antes en su vida, pero hizo lo que le dijeron. Juan era un hombre de aspecto bastante bueno, pero un señor mayor, sin duda de unos cuarenta años y hasta sus cincuenta años tal vez, Molly pensamiento. "Para nosotros," dijo, y bebió el whisky.

Intro:
Cuando Molly va a trabajar a la señorita de Lorna, no puedo esperar para conocer el caballero que va a pedir su mano en matrimonio. Miss Lorna es donde todas las niñas de Charleston se envían a aprender a complacer a un hombre. Molly no sabe nada de complacer a un hombre, pero es bastante seguro que ella estará bien. Después de todo, lo hizo ganar excelentes calificaciones en su niñas a la escuela todos.

******

-Bueno, Molly Stevens, vienen en "una mujer joven dijo, como Molly entró en la gran finca de la señorita Lorna." Estoy aquí para ver a la señorita Lorna ", dijo tímidamente.-Sí, hemos estado esperando . Por aquí. No prisa. No queremos mantener la señorita Lorna espera. Ella está muy ocupada. "

Molly se dirigió rápidamente detrás de la joven. La joven sin duda no se parecía a una señora a Molly. Llevaba tacones altos y medias de rejilla y negro por detrás, Molly casi podía ver todo el camino hasta la entrepierna. Joven mujer fue La falda de de color rojo brillante y muy ajustado contra su trasero. La madre de Molly ciertamente nunca aprobaría Molly vestirse así. "Miss Lorna, esta es Molly Stevens. Su madre la ha enviado."

Miss Lorna miró a la joven de arriba abajo. "Sí, sí, bueno, veo que tenemos trabajo por nosotros, no nos Lacy," dijo a la joven.-Sí, señorita Lorna. "Turning a Molly, la señorita Lorna dijo: "Lacy se va a ocupar de que está correctamente vestido. Entonces, volverá a mí." Molly asintió con la cabeza.

******

Molly vio como una a una las otras chicas fueron reivindicados por un hombre. Pocas niñas se quedaron en la sala de ahora, y Molly no quería ser el último escoltado por un caballero, aunque no tenía idea de a dónde se fueron cuando salieron del salón de baile. Molly sonrió tan grande como pudo y bateó para sus pestañas como había visto hacer Lacy. Un hombre se acercó a ella y se presentó como Juan. Molly estaba seguro de que ella había oído muchos de los hombres se presenten como John .

Molly sonrió, y salió de la habitación con el hombre. "Dónde, Miss Molly?" Se preguntó Molly cómo el hombre sabía su nombre, pero pensaba que la señorita Lorna había probablemente se lo dijo. Señorita Lorna estaba de pie en el pasillo, y llevó Molly y su invitado caballero a una habitación. Entonces la señorita Lorna los dejó solos, cerrando la puerta de la habitación desde el exterior. Demasiado jóvenes que muchos habían intentado dejar demasiado pronto, y Lorna señorita no le gustaba pagar sus familias las enormes sumas de dinero que había pagado por su excelente instrucción.

Dentro de la habitación, Molly estaba, sin saber qué hacer. "Usted es nuevo, Miss Molly. Pour me un trago." John yacía en la cama, esperando a ser atendidos. Molly vierte el hombre un trago de whisky y lo llevaron a él ". Y usted beberá conmigo, Miss Molly", dijo. Molly nunca habían tomado una copa antes en su vida, pero hizo lo que le dijeron. Juan era un hombre de aspecto bastante bueno, pero un señor mayor, sin duda de unos cuarenta años y hasta sus cincuenta años tal vez, Molly pensamiento. "Para nosotros," dijo, y bebió el whisky.

In the fall of 1537, a child was confined to bed for some time. The French poet Clément Marot wrote her a get-well poem, 28 lines long, each line a scant three syllables. In the mid-1980s, the outrageously gifted Douglas R. Hofstadter--il miglior fabbro of Godel, Escher, Bach--first attempted to translate this "sweet, old, small elegant French poem into English." He was later to challenge friends, relations, and colleagues to do the same. The results were exceptional, and are now contained in Le Ton Beau De Marot, a sunny exploration of scholarly and linguistic play and love's infinity. Less sunny, however, is the tragedy that hangs over Hofstadter's book, the sudden death of his wife, Carol, from a brain tumor. (Her translation is among the book's finest.)

Marot's poem, in Hofstadter's initial translation (he is to compose many more), begins: "My sweet, / I bid you / A good day; / The stay / Is prison. / Health / Recover, / Then open / Your door ... "--a slim frame on which to hang 600 or so pages of text. But the book is far more than a compendium of translators' triumphs (with the occasional misstep). Most of the renderings are original and lively, some lovely, though Hofstadter often feels compelled to improve them. He lightly laments that Bill Cavnar's rendering, "though superb along so many dimensions at once, still seems to lack a bit of that intangible verbal sparkle that I associate with the deepest Maroticity."

Hofstadter's talents lie in linking his intoxication, erudition, and vision with humor, autobiography, and free association. His book takes on "rigidists," asks questions like, "Is plagiarism potentially creative?" and strives to define linguistic soul. Along the way, it accords the same level of respect to the seemingly trivial: sex jokes, Texas jokes, The Seven Year Itch, and the puzzle of how someone you love can hate a food that you adore. Throughout there is pun, ingenuity, and above all, love for language--which can compress distance and, through constraint, lead to freedom.

Georgie had always been on the outside looking in. As the bastard daughter of the man who ran the local juke joint, there was little hope of a respectable life in store for her. Especially after she caught the eye of Beau Dupuis, son the richest man in all of South Georgia. All he could offer her is a nice house hidden away on his families plantation, but Georgie yearned for more. Beau had never had to wanted for a thing. He got what he wanted, and what he wanted was Georgie Willard. For her, Beau would break all the rules, defy all of society just to be with her. Little did they both know what the fickle hands of fate had in store. Through war and strife, Beau would have to fight to keep Georgie's love.

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Ce livre est une oeuvre du domaine public éditée au format numérique par Ebooks libres et gratuits. L’achat de l’édition Kindle inclut le téléchargement via un réseau sans fil sur votre liseuse et vos applications de lecture Kindle.

After suffering a minor concussion in the postseason games, Derek decides that it is time to end his career as a running back for the National Football League before his career ends his life. Derek and his best buddy, Sandy, a golden retriever, take a much deserved vacation to visit Derek’s parents at the old homestead in eastern Colorado. While there Derek meets a very intriguing young man named Craig. There seems to be a secret about Craig, though, that Derek’s parents do not want their son to know, but for some reason they do not want Derek to become involved with this young man who Derek cannot seem to resist.

Excerpt:
Sandy ran as fast as he could, faster and faster, but he just could not catch it. He couldn’t catch the rabbit that seemed to always be just out of his reach. “Rrruff, rrruf,” Sandy barked, in his sleep. He awoke suddenly, and rolled over. “Good boy,” Derek said, rubbing Sandy’s belly. “Today’s the big day. Are you ready to go see Grandma and Grandpa?” He patted Sandy on the head. Derek O’Neil was taking Sandy with him to visit his parents in eastern Colorado. “They will love you, boy,” he said to the sleepy dog. Derek hadn’t been back home for three years.

Derek had been drafted into the National Football League (NFL) right after college and had been on the road much of the time. Being hurt in the playoff games last year had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Derek loved football, but after spending years on the road and after taking a lot of hits, he was ready to settle down somewhere. Now he had Sandy, and the sweet golden brown puppy was his best buddy. Derek’s parents had joked that Derek thought of Sandy as his child and not as a dog. “Who’s my good boy, huh? Are you my good boy?” Sandy rolled over onto his side, and then he rolled back the other way a few times. “Well, let’s go. I’ve got us all packed.”

***

Sandy had toured the entire place by himself already, and was running back down the stairs, followed by a Denver Bronco. “Oh, I didn’t know anyone was here. Sorry to barge in on you like this.” Tom felt a little embarrassed now. “Oh, no problem. Nice dog.” Derek thanked the man. “So, are you a preseason hopeful, or in the game for certain?” Tom asked, feeling and looking very uneasy. “Preseason hopeful, I’m afraid. First game is tomorrow night.” Tom assured the young man that he would be at the game, and that he was looking forward to a winning season. “I’m Craig,” the man said. Tom introduced himself and his son, and when Derek had turned to shake Craig’s hand, Tom winked at Craig knowingly, a wink which Derek did not see. Derek shook Craig’s hand. “Nice kid,” Derek said, after Craig had gone back upstairs. “Looks determined, too, promising,” Tom added. “Well, come on, son, let’s let Craig get himself ready for his big debut at Mile High Stadium.

***

When Craig came back downstairs without his shirt, Derek couldn’t help but stare. Football practice definitely agreed with Craig. His chest was gorgeous. Derek decided then and there that he was not going to let himself get out of shape just because he was no longer playing football. Craig walked over to Derek and leaned down to look at his son. Craig was wearing no cologne, but Derek found his natural scent somewhat arousing. Derek had never really believed the whole “chemistry” thing, but thought that he just might be wrong about that.

After suffering a minor concussion in the postseason games, Derek decides that it is time to end his career as a running back for the National Football League before his career ends his life. Derek and his best buddy, Sandy, a golden retriever, take a much deserved vacation to visit Derek’s parents at the old homestead in eastern Colorado. While there Derek meets a very intriguing young man named Craig. There seems to be a secret about Craig, though, that Derek’s parents do not want their son to know, but for some reason they do not want Derek to become involved with this young man who Derek cannot seem to resist.

Excerpt:
Sandy ran as fast as he could, faster and faster, but he just could not catch it. He couldn’t catch the rabbit that seemed to always be just out of his reach. “Rrruff, rrruf,” Sandy barked, in his sleep. He awoke suddenly, and rolled over. “Good boy,” Derek said, rubbing Sandy’s belly. “Today’s the big day. Are you ready to go see Grandma and Grandpa?” He patted Sandy on the head. Derek O’Neil was taking Sandy with him to visit his parents in eastern Colorado. “They will love you, boy,” he said to the sleepy dog. Derek hadn’t been back home for three years.

Derek had been drafted into the National Football League (NFL) right after college and had been on the road much of the time. Being hurt in the playoff games last year had turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Derek loved football, but after spending years on the road and after taking a lot of hits, he was ready to settle down somewhere. Now he had Sandy, and the sweet golden brown puppy was his best buddy. Derek’s parents had joked that Derek thought of Sandy as his child and not as a dog. “Who’s my good boy, huh? Are you my good boy?” Sandy rolled over onto his side, and then he rolled back the other way a few times. “Well, let’s go. I’ve got us all packed.”

***

Sandy had toured the entire place by himself already, and was running back down the stairs, followed by a Denver Bronco. “Oh, I didn’t know anyone was here. Sorry to barge in on you like this.” Tom felt a little embarrassed now. “Oh, no problem. Nice dog.” Derek thanked the man. “So, are you a preseason hopeful, or in the game for certain?” Tom asked, feeling and looking very uneasy. “Preseason hopeful, I’m afraid. First game is tomorrow night.” Tom assured the young man that he would be at the game, and that he was looking forward to a winning season. “I’m Craig,” the man said. Tom introduced himself and his son, and when Derek had turned to shake Craig’s hand, Tom winked at Craig knowingly, a wink which Derek did not see. Derek shook Craig’s hand. “Nice kid,” Derek said, after Craig had gone back upstairs. “Looks determined, too, promising,” Tom added. “Well, come on, son, let’s let Craig get himself ready for his big debut at Mile High Stadium.

***

When Craig came back downstairs without his shirt, Derek couldn’t help but stare. Football practice definitely agreed with Craig. His chest was gorgeous. Derek decided then and there that he was not going to let himself get out of shape just because he was no longer playing football. Craig walked over to Derek and leaned down to look at his son. Craig was wearing no cologne, but Derek found his natural scent somewhat arousing. Derek had never really believed the whole “chemistry” thing, but thought that he just might be wrong about that.

Percival Christopher Wren (1875–1941) was a British writer, mostly of war adventure fiction. He is remembered best for BEAU GESTE, a much-filmed book of 1924 involving the French Foreign Legion in North Africa, and its sequel BEAU SABREUR.