You are my lust.”Uska ye word bolte hi main uske paas gaya aur apne lips uske lips se sata diye. Aur dhiree dhire smooch karne laga. Hum dono hi hos... mein nahi the aur hum dono hi hawas se bhare hue the. Shayad woh bhi control nahi kar pa rahi thi aur main bhi nahi. Usne apna hath mere pant mein daal diya.Fir mere lund ko sehlane lagi. Maine bhi uski tshirt utar di. Usne dark purple colour ki bra pehni thi. Bohut suit kar rahi thi uspe. Maine fir uski bra kholne ki koshish ki. Par nakaam raha.. He scowled frequently and smiled only rarely. He chose to dress in total black, broken only by the white of his shirts. With Raynes raven black hair, dark complexion, and chosen somber wardrobe, in conjunction with his cold and brooding demeanor, the only thing that wasn’t somber about him were those vibrant blue eyes of his, a thwarted would-be mistress had dubbed him the ‘Duke of Darkness’. It had been said in a jokingly manner, but, unfortunately the title stuck. Well, if anything he was. I don’t know where she gets her information but men don’t have it easy in this society or any other. Men die years ahead of women. Men are now the minorities on college and university campuses across America. Men make up forty nine point something percent of the human population yet they are ninety percent of those serving time in prison. Male and female criminals receive different sentences for the same crimes. I’ve heard of women getting probation after committing murder. How about that?. He was big, massively big. His hands were rough, calloused, and he saw evidence of scars on one hand. His face was square, creased, burned brown like many of those who worked outdoors on job sites or on horseback all day. He wore obviously expensive clothing, but it was what a rancher dressed for a formal occasion might wear: heavy twill slacks and a plaid-patterned Pendleton wool shirt. He wore a western string tie, a polished moss agate clasp on two leather thongs tipped with carved silver..