King Arthur and Queen Guinevere

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    In the alley where Arthur’s motorcycle is parked, away from prying eyes in the shade of the tall buildings, Arthur pulls Guinevere into his arms to kiss her properly. Thoroughly.
    She loops her arms around his neck, hanging on as he leans into her, parting her lips with his tongue, kissing her hungrily, deeply.
    They come up for air, gazing into each other’s dazed eyes, breathing heavily.
    “You’re hungry for zaidi than lunch,” she says, smiling her smile for him.
    “Lunch...