| Author: | Valentine Tyron | ISBN: | 9781498969048 |
| Publisher: | Valentine Tyron | Publication: | May 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Valentine Tyron |
| ISBN: | 9781498969048 |
| Publisher: | Valentine Tyron |
| Publication: | May 1, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The lovely Princess Masima spends her days immured in the palace, longing for a man's touch. Only the erotic tales of her faithful handmaiden Shilma bring her any pleasure. But the Princess wants more - and when she demands that Shilma smuggle her out of the palace and find her a man, she's placing herself in her servant's power...
EXPLICIT: This erotic short story contains explicit heterosexual sex, a brief lesbian interlude, and a virginal princess taken roughly by a crowd of men.
Excerpt:
"I wish there were a way," Masima said again. "I want it. Who knows how long before my father decides to find me a husband?"
"Still four older daughters to go," Shilma agreed.
"And probably to an old man with a few dozen mistresses already. You might never get to feel a real man between your thighs."
"Stop it," Masima flailed back a hand, slapping Shilma's thigh and then tweaking her nipple. "Can't you smuggle a guard up to me? We'll put the lights out and I'll pretend I'm you."
"That's far too dangerous," Shilma said. "If you want to risk your own life, that's one thing, but I'm not risking mine, and some poor man whose only crime was wanting to put his cock somewhere warm."
The lovely Princess Masima spends her days immured in the palace, longing for a man's touch. Only the erotic tales of her faithful handmaiden Shilma bring her any pleasure. But the Princess wants more - and when she demands that Shilma smuggle her out of the palace and find her a man, she's placing herself in her servant's power...
EXPLICIT: This erotic short story contains explicit heterosexual sex, a brief lesbian interlude, and a virginal princess taken roughly by a crowd of men.
Excerpt:
"I wish there were a way," Masima said again. "I want it. Who knows how long before my father decides to find me a husband?"
"Still four older daughters to go," Shilma agreed.
"And probably to an old man with a few dozen mistresses already. You might never get to feel a real man between your thighs."
"Stop it," Masima flailed back a hand, slapping Shilma's thigh and then tweaking her nipple. "Can't you smuggle a guard up to me? We'll put the lights out and I'll pretend I'm you."
"That's far too dangerous," Shilma said. "If you want to risk your own life, that's one thing, but I'm not risking mine, and some poor man whose only crime was wanting to put his cock somewhere warm."
