18th century wonders!
While looking on the net for reenactment actors of the 18th century, I found myself becoming extremely aroused by some of these men in breeches and waistecoats.
Like this dapper young man:
If ever there was a gang to get raped by, I'd be first in line:
I'm about to blow my 18th century load all over this computer.
This should be Cingular's new advertisment. More bars in more places.
Sadly, I have to look into another century to find sexy time. Oh well...
Then of late, you're so fickle that few people mind you;
For my part, I can never tell where to find you;
Now drest in a cap, now naked in none,
Now loose in a mob, now close in a Joan;
Without handkerchief now, and now buried in ruff,
Now plain as a Quaker, now all of a puff;
Now a shape in neat stays, now a slattern in jumps,
Now high in French heels, now low in your pumps;
Now monstr'ous in hoop, now trapish, and walking
With your petticoats clung to your heels, like a maulkin;
Like the cock on the tower, that shews you the weather,
You are hardly the same for two days together
i
Like this dapper young man:
If ever there was a gang to get raped by, I'd be first in line:
I'm about to blow my 18th century load all over this computer.
This should be Cingular's new advertisment. More bars in more places.
Sadly, I have to look into another century to find sexy time. Oh well...
Then of late, you're so fickle that few people mind you;
For my part, I can never tell where to find you;
Now drest in a cap, now naked in none,
Now loose in a mob, now close in a Joan;
Without handkerchief now, and now buried in ruff,
Now plain as a Quaker, now all of a puff;
Now a shape in neat stays, now a slattern in jumps,
Now high in French heels, now low in your pumps;
Now monstr'ous in hoop, now trapish, and walking
With your petticoats clung to your heels, like a maulkin;
Like the cock on the tower, that shews you the weather,
You are hardly the same for two days together
i