*Rapunzel*
I feel as if I am living the experience and observing it at the same time. Horace and I lie on the bed, but another version of me watches us from above.
I am spread out like a feast, trembling from little erotic pulses radiating down my legs. The logical part of me thinks I should probably roll on my side so that my legs don’t look plump. Generally speaking, I like my legs, but my thighs…
Horace lowers his head and puts out his tongue, nuzzling me very delicately, and I lose my train of thought. A second later, my instincts overcome an initial faint feeling of horror, and I hear myself crying, “Please,” over and over, just as Layla demonstrated in the drawing room.
Once he starts licking me, my body ignores the odd thoughts going around in my head. The logical part of me fee
