As I stumbled through the forest seeking my prince, I happened upon a small clearing of the trees. In the center was a lush green grassy meadow. I slow my pace, attempting to catch my breath and begin to look around, enjoying the peacefulness and small sections of wild flowers. As I am looking my eye catches a glimpse of color, out of place in this beautiful setting. A touch of fear tugs at my heart.
Carefully and quietly I move closer to examine what it is and I find him. He is deeply asleep, I know, as the Queen warned me of the spell placed upon him. I know what I must do to wake him; I am so frightened, excited and lustful. I have no choice I must go on. Where do I start? How do I find the knowledge of his sexual desires, what if I fail to please him? I long to be his completely and I must find the courage to explore his body, seek out that which pleases him most. What is it that stands in the way?
I move closer watching him sleep, wondering if his dreams are of the coupling we experienced once before. Gazing down I remember each embrace, his searing tongue exploring my mouth. Each of the touches he placed on my body, the feelings of his hands, fingers and his mouth, warming me inside and out bringing me so much pleasure. I experience feelings deep inside me in which only he has been able to release. I remember how he caressed my breasts, waking my lust with his mouth and hands. I feel his mouth exploring my sex bringing me to exquisite pleasures as I released my juices into his mouth. He suckled my hard throbbing knob, coaxing even more from me, and then surprisingly inserted his thumb as he tickled my clit with his tongue, how does he know where to find those pleasures derived from the deepest parts of me? I have never told those things to a soul, could that be how I wake him, exploring him completely, watching and listening for that which pleases him? I must. I need to free him from the poisons of sleep so that we are free to continue learning the pleasures of one another.
Leaning over I loosen the buttons and ties in order remove his robes, staring at his body, embarrassed and frightened that I will be seen, as his skin is exposed, glistening from the evening dew, I long to lick it with my tongue. I study the contours of his body, learning each muscle and vein, memorizing him. I gently place hot kisses over his face, plunging my tongue in and around his, firmly sucking his lips watching them swell from my punishment of them. I know he is pleased as his mouth responds to mine little by little. I position my body over him as lie sleeping, kissing more of his face, licking, feeling the different textures of which he is made. Tasting his individuality and our combined scents. Gently with the tip of my tongue I lift a drop of dew from his eyelid, experiencing the taste, feeling the exotic pleasure of taking my time with him understanding the softness and smoothness of his skin. Having explored his entire face, tasting and feeling him with my tongue, smelling and inhaling his scents, I move down his cheek to his neck, gently placing kisses all around, coupled with soft licks from my tongue. I taste his sweat; I enjoy the scents filling my nostrils with the knowledge that these belong to only him. Continuing until I have memorized every inch, every detail of his neck, face and head.
Is it the cool evening breeze that causes his nipples to raise as hard little buds, reaching out for me to explore, or the pleasures I have begun to steal? I place my hand upon his chest, rubbing softly, feeling his hair, making little curls with my fingers enjoying the way my hand feels touching it. I lean over again to experience that feeling on my face and mouth. I like it. I lick through the hair tasting small portions and gently slide them through my lips. Kissing down to the buds waiting for my attention.
