Persoective d' François
With Mary's and my being apart, these last weeks-- days-- have been tormenting. My father always said that being a king is living life with all purpose and enjoyment. Contrary to what he had told me, my life feels empty with my marriage sunk down all the way to the bottom of the ocean.
A knock on my chambers' door pulls me out of my reverie. My painful reverie. A female servant comes in. "Your majesty, the guests of your tasting are beginning to arrive," she says.
"I will be out there in just a second," I tell her. The servant's hair is dark and long, just like Mary's. Her skin as white as snow, just like Mary's. Her lips . . .
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Your majesty!" The servant continues to scream and moan as I thrust mercilessly into her. My eyes have been shut tight the whole time to help me imagine that the woman I am having intercourse with is Mary.
I give her breasts a mild squeeze. My hands roam slowly southward, and when I touch my goal, she comes and her body relaxes a bit. I pull her hair to give myself access on her neck, just like I used to do with Mary.
"Your majesty, I--" I ignore her and continue to trail kisses across her shoulder blades all the way to between her breasts. "I have to g--" She is cut off as my mouth reaches her vagina. I lick mercilessly and widen her legs as I do so. She no longer tries to get away and we stay there in the bed for a several more minutes. "Ah!"
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