I once asked an ex girlfriend about the pleasures of lesbian sex. She confessed that her and her girlfriend "actually fucked."
We must abandon our present narrative for a short time, and return to Juliet, simply to demonstrate how, from the simple state from which we saw her expelled from her conventional home, and having no more resources than her sister, nevertheless became, in fifteen years a titled woman, possessing thirty thousand francs a year, very fine jewels, two or three houses, both in town, and in the country, and, for the moment, the heart, the fortune, and the confidence of M. de Corville, Councilor of State, a man held in the highest regard, he being on the eve of entering the ministry.
Bub Rattleborough stood out on his porch one fine Spring day, aimed his six-shooter, and blew the head off of a poisonous snake that had crawled out from behind an old log in the yard.
Red sunset swirls color of old orange flames
Lusting after someone that is long dead is a little creepy–shades of necrophilia, I suppose. Still, in porno, image is everything, and when the image is all that is left, that's when the good memories of pleasures past begin. And you know, the Erotic Crystalized Inertia (to borrow a phrase from Anton LaVey's Satanic Witch) of an ice-blonde bitch goddess, who brings to mind every naughty little fantasy about a man and his MILF, is something not easily overcome (no pun).
I got my first King Diamond album round about the year 1992 or 1993, I think. An aunt got it for me from a CD club she belonged to. Those still existed in those bygone, halcyon days.