A TRIBUTE to the KING

Of Time and Passion

“I’m so glad we aren’t dating anymore…”

“Why? Because time eventually forgets anyway.”

“No stupid. Because now you can really open up to me. You’re not aiming to impress me to get into my knickers. Fucking always complicates things. But now we can just be friends. And friends are frank with each other—no matter what. I quite fancy that.”

“Well, I quite fancy the fucking.”

“Ha, ha very funny.”

“No, for real, without the fucking women aren’t that interesting, particularly the pretty ones.”

“You don’t mean that!?”

“You’re right. The ugly ones are pretty boring too.”

“Oh my Lord! You’re a hopeless wanker.”

“Are you getting mad?”

“Yes, I’m getting mad, mad to find out you’re a misogynistic wanker.”

I kiss her forcibly on the mouth—and she responds with considered lust.

“I’m just teasing you. I just love the way you look when you’re mad.”

“Well, I don’t appreciate it.”

“Oh yes you do. You love to get hot…”

I eased out of her slit, sliding off her panties, and pressed the buttery silk to my eager full lips. Then I kissed and rubbed my face in the scented garment, while dabbing lightly at her plump red clitoris. Her teeth sank into me without warning, but equally eager to obtain my own meat, I rammed furiously her dripping tight cunt…

The Flavor of Love

Herbie settled his head between Debbie’s musky thighs. He was drooling! Her pussy shone ripe as some split plum, a purple that oozed fluid lust along its outer edge.

“Wait…Wait…Please Wait!”

She levered herself up on both elbows.

“That’s not my thing. I’ve never let anyone…”

She broke off floundering, feeling frantic.

Herbie raised his head confusedly.

“Why not!?”

She could not believe he was asking.

“This is hardly the time for extended discussion.”

“Can’t think of a better time, can you?”

“Ok,” she snapped, exasperated. “It’s too personal. Happy now?”

He lowered his mouth to her and she pulled at his hair—wanting to push him away. But somehow, she violently pulled him near…

Herbie licked at her scented juices with enormous zeal. His pointed tongue inched inwards as he savored her deep. Then he flattened it—upon reaching delicate sliver—to deliver a strong, unhurried, upward stroke. Debbie clawed desperately at the bedding with both hands! The sheer intensity of the sensation was too much. As she tried instinctively to make a retreat, she came up hard against the head of the bed….