A TRIBUTE to the KING

Visions of Roxana

Tyrone had been blind for most of Saint Val’s. With me as guide, he had fed and bathed, and now, still silk-scarf-eyed, he whispered gently:

“I like to look at you.”

His hands began to explore my body, his body to rock over mine. With head motionless, he started to talk about me, whispering with warm breath against my ear:

“I like your colors, Anna. Here, where you’re white and pink, and these blue lines.”

His fingers found the veins on my breasts, softly touched my nipples.

“I like all your freckles, and how singular they are. Such dark spots, like periods all by themselves, and here, where they’re light and profuse.”

As he withdrew slightly to touch my pubic hair, his wet penis slid out and lay big and warm against me…

To the Faithful Departed

“Relax. I’m cock sure she’s not coming back.”

“I’m starting to get nice and juicy.”

She owns head-crusher thighs and a kick ass body!
Too bad Tina’s returning soon…


“You know I gotta have that cock immediately if not sooner, don’t you?”

I’m not gay or anything, but not much can rouse me like the smell of hot delicious cunt …she’s slick right to her asshole…hot as a two-dollar pistol…all I can do is moan and thrust…finally—and luckily—I jizz and roll off dead…