Even the hardest-working tarts need their R&R from time to time. Facials, full-body massages by nubile, loincloth-clad Greek gods and the kind of benders where you start in London and wake up three days later in Dublin engaged to a total stranger called Seamus are all very well.
But every so often a girl needs simpler pleasures, the kind you can enjoy without leaving the comfort of your own boudoir, and without getting aromatherapy oil on the sheets. It is for these exigencies that the thoughtful denizens of Tart City have provided you with a Man of the Month. Lock the door, mix yourself an appropriate cocktail -- currently we are recommending the French Whore, an inhibition-dissolving blend of champagne, raspberry liqueur and sour cherry juice -- scatter some rose petals around the computer monitor and relax into a state of unadulterated self-indulgence. Champagne flute in one hand, whatever you consider most appropriate in the other, click on this month's hot stud puppy and surrender to passion.
NB: here at Tart City we are nothing if not polymorphously perverse. Every so often we will be featuring a Woman of the Month for those of you - and us - whose tastes require it. Any requests for an Animal of the Month, however, will be firmly rejected. We may be highly sophisticated but even we have to draw the line somewhere. lauren
This month's man proves beauty can be only skin deep.
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