God's gift to the fairer gender

Well, I'm an equal opportunity bloke, and there has been FAR too much stuff here appealing to males. Here is just a bit of a gander at the old feller, ready for action (You can see my right hand poised there, waiting to throttle the demon.

Now notice the shadow of the leaves dappling our Adonis. That's wot
makes it artistic, don't it? Without that, the wallopers would be in
here and cart all of us off as pervs and deviates. But that dappled
shadow, that's a sign of true art, innit? It's ever so tasteful. No
flies on that one. Could show that anywhere. Could put that on in
Buckingham Palace. On a screen twice the size of Godzilla. And no one would bat an eyelid

Lucien Freud did a lot worse. I'd rather see what
you just saw, than his "Benefits Supervisor spread out  like a
beached whale". Nope, not for me. Rather have a look at what was, and
still is, a very close friend to some of the world's most beautiful
women. And I possess (see above posts) a Purple Cock of Honour, with a
Raising the Bar distinction and Cum Shot mentioned in dispatches.
Services to the BEDouin it was, from Svetlana.
Myles (I think a cup of hot chocolate and off to bed now) Paulsen

Piccie - Svetlana - Russian girl

This is Svetlana, a Russian lass I ended up with for three years. Russian girls are like Irish girls, they are fiery, feisty, resourceful, very sexy, they cry and laugh very easily, they have short fuses, and deep souls to match.  This is the girl I had sex with 9 times in one night, and she made me do it.  After a few minutes of vigorous rogering, the words would come, Russian words that I did not know; profoundly imploring at first then more and  more vicious as the moment neared. When she came it, she vibrated from head to toe. The next morning, she was fine, but I could not walk.

There was a big open-air rock concert that day, for which we had all planned, so the other  students put me in a wheelbarrow, and one of them, Nickolas, pushed me all the way there, about a mile and a half. Svetlana walked alongside, holding my hand. I was beside myself with sheer bliss, all I could do was loll my eyes back and look at the gorgeous vault of the blue sky, and I named and blessed each little white cloud. And as I did so, with each benediction, they would say Amen.

A couple of days later, I was fine again, and I received a present from Svetlana. She had gone to an engraver and bought a blank military type medal which she had engraved with the following words. “To Myles Paulsen, the order of the Purple Cock, wounded in the services of the BEDouin”. I still have it.

Oh, those dear dead days, those dear dead days... 

Some piccies-

Yep, this is Helen (not her real name), and I have many many happy thoughts about this exceptionally sexy lady, who made my life Paradise for two years - Myles

Some piccies- trusting magdalena

Here's a lovely lass, and Magdalena is her name. She a trusting girl, as you can see. I'm the bloke that's 3rd from the left, and I won her love over the others there, who all wanted her. Saved her from an autistic techno-geek with a problem with the bottle, and a heavy hand with dames. Ahh, what times we had. She could fly in bed too. Myles.