Once upon a time, in a kingdom deep between the sheets, I met a prince whose royal duties involved far more than ribboned balls and political handshakes. No, no. His tongue is fluent in obedience, and his fingers could write sonnets in sighs.
Let me share a few wicked little secrets from the bedroom tower—and trust me, by the end of this post, you’ll be reaching for more than just your glass slipper.
1. He doesn’t kiss. He devours.
Forget chaste forehead pecks and sweet bedtime smooches. My prince claims lips like he’s starving, tasting each kiss like it’s been aged in lust. And when he travels lower… well, let’s just say oral appreciation is practically a royal decree.
2. He whispers filthy fairytales.
Imagine a bedtime story that begins with, “Once upon a time, you begged me to…” and ends with you breathless, trembling, and thoroughly ravished. His voice? Deep velvet laced with sin.
3. His tongue deserves its own crown.
Alice would know. In Alice’s Labor of Love: Tasting Cinderella, the men line up for her essence like it’s sacred wine—and in my own tale, my prince treats me like a chalice of honeyed ambrosia. Ladies, he laps with reverence.
4. He makes obedience delicious.
Whether it’s through gentle hypnosis (oh yes, he learned from the best), seductive commands, or suggestive sighs, he can get me to do anything—and I love every minute of being under his spell.
5. He doesn’t need permission to please me.
Consent? Always. But hesitation? Never. When he knows what I crave, he delivers with expert precision, tongue first, words second.
6. He uses my moans as music.
It’s not enough for him to see me melt—he needs to hear it. Every gasp, every cry, every shattered breath is his favorite symphony.
7. He rewards performance.
If I follow his lead just right, I earn kisses… and if I don’t, I still get them—just darker, deeper, rougher. Either way, I win.
8. He tastes me like I’m enchanted.
And I mean really tastes me—like I’m a magical fruit he’s sworn to worship. His hands on my thighs, his eyes locked on mine, his mouth like a benediction…
9. He makes me lose time.
With him, an hour vanishes in seconds. Orgasms blur one into the next. Like Bot-Koll, where Alice spends her dreamtime tending to hungry mouths, I enter my own world—one of slippery delights and soaked sheets.
10. He lets me be the queen.
Even as he rules the room, he knows the truth: I wear the tiara, and my pleasure is law. That’s the real magic. I’m his royal priority.
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