Word: shirtless
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...scheduled public appearances Obama has done his best to avoid the traveling press corps and the dozens of local media members, paparazzi and others trying to snap a photo or shake the hand of the man who will be President. On Tuesday, 37 photos taken Sunday of a shirtless and buff Obama lounging with his family outside of estate where they are staying were sent by Bauer Griffin, a Los Angeles photo agency, to the Huffington Post, TMZ.com and Celebuzz.com, according to the Associated Press. The pictures show Barack and Michelle Obama and their daughters in bathing suits playing with...
There were no drag queens in sexy ensembles with heavy makeup strutting down the streets in platform heels or buff shirtless sailor boys splayed like starfish on moving floats. But Hong Kong's first official gay-pride parade Saturday was still a colorful gathering; in fact, for a country that rarely acknowledges homosexuality, let alone celebrates it, it was downright revolutionary...
...them, his legs spread wide like a colossus, and began to unbuckle his trousers. He heard the drumbeat of anticipation in his ears. Too late, he realized what the drumbeat was: the sound of hoofbeats.“Onward Zalathal!” cried The Stable Boy, barefoot and shirtless, as he and the stallion burst through the French doors into the center of the bedroom.Frederick had thought he couldn’t be any more aroused. He was wrong...
...position it has today. But sometimes, women’s sports still lag behind—in terms of attendance, campus support, and prominence. For Harvard women’s soccer, however, all that changed on Saturday. In front of a packed Ohiri Field, with a throng of shirtless men cheering on, the Crimson played in one of the greatest Ivy League matches in the program’s history, winning the game and the Ivy title in a 2-1 double-overtime thriller. What mattered nearly as much was what happened off the field. The crowd packed the stands...
...shining weakly on his pale, mottled torso, was sprawled across a chaise lounge. He was on the verge of tears, or maybe he had just finished crying. He was not alone. Frederick’s head lay in the lap of a man who, while he was not truly shirtless, could not have been called clothed in any real sense of the word. The contours of his glowing, symmetrical frame were apparent for all to see. This man, in a linen shirt open nearly to the waist, was stroking Frederick’s sparse tresses with a sure and gentle...