Isn’t it enough to be middle-aged and impeccably beautiful? Why must one be economically useful?

Nature had squandered an unreasonable quantity of male beauty on this undeserving creature.

Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle – but damn, that...

Blake inspires instant, tender Blakelust in everyone he meets. All of his beauties are meant to be touched, and he likes to be touched.

It was one of God’s jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.

Oh, God. I’m in big trouble. Because I’m staring. I can’t keep my eyes from ogling his chiseled triceps and biceps and every other “eps ‘ he has. The butterflies in my stomach have just...

Alex Barrow’s broad face, with the roughened skin that gave him an air of experience. His powerful, packed, wrestler’s body. The thick black fur at the base of his throat. It was wrong to call...

The alchemist picked up a book that someone in the caravan had brought. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus.The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside...

THIS IS WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE. HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE AESTHETICALLY PLEASING; HE DOES NOT HAVE TO BE MUSCULAR; HE DESERVES NOT TO BE PHOTOSHOPPED. HE IS HUMAN, AND HE HAS BLEMISHES....

There was an art to the male posterior. That’s all there was to it.

But I’m a bad priest, you see. I know–from experience–how much beauty Satan carried down with him when he fell. Nobody ever said the fallen angels were the ugly ones. Oh, no, they were just...

The Devil hath powerTo assume a pleasing shape.

A girl can still admire, can’t she? Even those who can’t afford to go in the store can still window-shop. Right? Knowing he wasn’t for me didn’t mean I couldn’t covet the merchandise.

His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous. Jacob noticed my scrutiny.What?” he asked, suddenly self-conscious.”Nothing. I just hadn’t realised before. Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?”Once the words slipped out, I...

Like all men who look this good, Frank has no interest in women.

turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun.

Thank goodness women aren’t as superficial as men. Where would a guy like me be if all women cared about were looks? The plastic surgeon’s office, that’s where.

His beauty shall in these black lines be seen, and they shall live, and he in them still green.

He lifted his head, the sight of his dark, disheveled hair, eyes glinting with longing in the lamp light, the gorgeous spread of his shoulders, tapering down to the narrow thrust of his hips, made...