0 comments/ 28279 views/ 2 favorites Candaules, King of Lydia Ch. 01 By: am.mcstuff This story was inspired by "In Praise of the Stepmother" by Mario Vargas Llosa. I first published a different version of this story, with a different title, 10 years ago. This version has been substantially reworked. Enjoy. Thanks to Pink Delphi for her editing assistance. --- CHAPTER 1 Serafina and I have been happily married for several years, and the love-making is good if not mind-blowing. My wife says I am prone to fantasize excessively. I prefer to say that I have a "rich inner life." Indeed, Serafina doesn't have any idea how many times she's been ravished by the King of Lydia while she plays the Queen of the Gypsies. When I enter her she cries out, "Walter, OH, Walter!" but I hear "Candaules, OH, Candaules!" (Walter being the unsexiest of names and long since banished from my mind). Forgive me my silly pleasures. As I said, I enjoy our lovemaking, but it is circumscribed by two serious limitations. First, my wife simply will not learn to speak Greek. Second, she has long been unwilling to indulge my fantasy of having a harem, which would be so easily satisfied by simply bringing another woman into our bed. I have it in my head that all the Monarchs have been proud adulterers, and who is Serafina to deny royalty, after all? But I have not pressed the issue too hard. After all, I would not tolerate a man in our bed. Let me tell you about Serafina, my beautiful gypsy, before we go any farther. Her eyes are wild and dark, her skin is buttery, and she laughs when she climaxes. Her breasts are soft gypsy hillocks which she hides underneath baggy and modest clothes, so that only I know that her nipples are tawny thimbles that hum when I kiss them. Her sex smells as sweetly as the morning and tastes even better and when I have strained my tongue and pushed it into her as deeply as I can, she will sometimes whisper, "motherfucker, motherfucker, motherfucker..." Not long ago my wife's college friend - call her Isabella - came to our home for the week. Having recently quit her big city job, she wanted to unwind with old friends, as she put it. Serafina knew that I had mixed feelings about Isabella. On the one hand, she was irresponsible and represented Sera's wild college past, about which I knew very little. The combination of Isabella and Serafina sometimes brought out the prude in me. Is it just me, or does it seem that all men in these situations know both less and more about their wives' sex lives than they would like? On the other hand, Isabella was sexy and busty and enjoyed provoking me with an flash of breast (accidental?) from beneath her morning robe. Truth be told, Candaules had ridden Isabella around the room more than once in his mind. Late one night, after two bottles of Merlot, Isabella said "I'll be right back," and slipped out of the den. Sera and I were in the habit of sitting up late, just talking and relaxing, and Isabella had quickly taken to our ways. A few moments later she returned with a joint and a lighter. I tensed up. "What's that?" I asked, all prude, no King. "Of course it's a joint, silly. Don't tell me you've never been high," Isabella responded. I had, and I said so. But college pot-smoking had been so long ago and I felt so much more conservative now. Sera spoke up. "I'll smoke with you." "Atta girl," said Isabella, and she promptly fired up. Several minutes later, we were all extravagantly high. You didn't think that I'd sit and watch two beautiful women light up without me, did you? And naturally, our talk turned to sex. Isabella began ribbing me about Serafina. "You know, don't you, that Sera was quite a wild one at the U. I could tell you all about it..." Sera blushed and giggled. The two were sitting awfully close on our couch, and I began to wonder if they had a history. Sera had confessed to the occasional lesbian fantasy, which thrilled me, but I was almost certain that she had never indulged. "No, Walter, I've never fucked your wife," said Isabella, as if reading my mind. "No Walter, I'm not reading your mind," she said, apparently reading my mind again, "it's just that a mouse seems to have crawled into your pocket." It was true, and I could only laugh and take another pull on the joint in response. "What's the kinkiest thing you've ever done with Sera, Walter?" asked Isabella, and I held my smoke while contemplating a response. What sort of question is that to ask a King?, I thought to myself, and fantasized about taking out my royal sceptre and... "He's drifting away," said Sera. "You have to watch him or he'll be off in fantasyland in no time." Isabella knew that I would never answer such an open-ended question, so she began a laundry list to which I nodded in the affirmative: blowjobs, light bondage, whipped cream, etc. "Have you ever fucked your wife in the ass?" This brought me up short, and I looked at Sera, who laughed and said, "No way. My gate only swings one way! But I bet he'd bugger you if you'd let him," and giggled at the thought of it. Isabella looked me in the eye and asked me directly, "Walter, have you ever had another woman in your bed?" This I answered instantly and truthfully. No, I had never cheated on my wife. The room was quiet, and crackled with sexual tension. It was one of those moments where anything could happen and that anything could be very right or very wrong. "Walter, why don't you go to the kitchen and refresh my wine," asked Isabella. This I did with alacrity. The King of Lydia was happy to flee from his subjects for the time being, having been inflicted with an unpleasant case of royal nerves. As I stood in the kitchen, I could hear Sera and Isabella whispering and giggling, and after several minutes I returned. Sera was smiling, but nervous, and her voice shook as she said, "Sit down between us Walter." I placed myself on the couch between these two beautiful women, and each held one of my hands. I was perspiring, and was a bit embarrassed by my sweaty palms, but they seemed not to notice. "Okay," said Sera, "here are the ground rules. You can have both of us in your bed tonight, but you cannot put your sex into Isabella's - that crosses a line I want uncrossed for now." Did this mean that the royal scepter would enter Isabella elsewhere? I looked at her and in response she raised an eyebrow. She leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "I've never spoken Greek, but I pick up languages quickly." We stood, and I moved on wobbly knees into the bedroom. Tonight the King of Lydia would have his harem... As I followed Serafina and Isabella into the bedroom, my mind raced with anxieties--could I satisfy two women? Would I perform up to Isabella's jaded expectations? Would Sera be jealous watching me take another woman into our bed? I pushed these fears aside, and asked myself, "Who am I tonight? Tonight I am Candaules, King of Lydia, and a King must rule his subjects with a firm hand and a firm scepter." It would never do to show weakness to one's harem. I snapped back to reality when Isabella turned to me and said, "I'm hot. Let's shower." The three of us moved into the bathroom. Isabella quickly lifted her dress over her head and released a beautiful set of buoyant tits. Just as quickly, she shucked her panties and there she was, naked. Her body conformed to the stereotypical fifteen year old's fantasy - enormous breasts, thin waist, and curvaceous buttocks. Although I am thirty-five, I remember those adolescent fantasies well; indeed, I have never stopped having them. Sera looked at me and grinned. As my wife, she knew I liked a bit of a strip tease, and slowly unbuttoned the top of her blouse. I, Candaules, King of Lydia, sat on my throne and watched this poor, trembling gypsy girl present herself to me. The shirt came open. Was that a hint of nipple? Was the gypsy girl afraid of what her master would do to her later in the evening, or was she afraid of what her master would do to a different subject and how much her master might like it? "Come now gypsy girl, off with the blouse." The gypsy girl warmed to her subject, and peeled down slowly to bra and panties. "Come now, gypsy girl, off with the bra." Smiling, the gypsy girl then slowly turned around and bent to touch her toes. Her black panties cleft two ripe peaches, and she reached back to pull the panties slowly over her backside. The King applauded, the court huzzahed, the jester laughed, and -- "Honey, are you paying attention?" said Sera. She turned to Isabella and said, "Thank God you're focused." Isabella in response reached out and placed her hand gently on Sera's breast. If you have ever had the good fortune to see a beautiful women engage in her first sapphic caress, you will understand why I thought I saw a bolt of electricity leap from finger to nipple, and you will also understand why I began to undress quickly. Sera leaned forward and, with that dreamy closed-eye expression I knew so well from our own love-making, placed her mouth on Isabella's. I use the awkward phrase "placed her mouth" because they did not properly kiss; when their lips touched, they dissolved in a fit of nervous giggles. We were still very stoned, and I was relieved to learn that I was not alone with my anxieties. "Let's get the dreamer out of his clothes," said Sera. The two turned to me and slowly pulled off my pants. Isabella then lifted my boxers past my erection and gasped - I am not a small man, and this may not have occurred to her when she hinted that I could take her from behind. There we stood, all three naked, all three nervous, and all three very aroused. I kissed Serafina fully on her mouth, and she returned with a slow embrace. Isabella stepped into the shower and began to run the water. Our bodies pressed closely in the confined space of the shower stall, and Sera washed us with a bar of soap. First Isabella, then myself. Isabella next washed Sera, who moaned quietly when Isabella's hand moved between her legs. Once clean, we toweled off and stepped into the bedroom, hand in hand. Please consider the scene. There I stood naked between Isabella, a pinup fantasy made flesh, and Serafina, my beautiful and loving wife. My sex was so hard that the head had turned purple. Isabella whispered to me, "Kiss me." I did. I took her in my arms and placed her on the bed while pressing my lips gently to hers. As Isabella's tongue slipped past my lips, Sera climbed into bed next to us and pressed her body into ours. The room filled with the unique and wonderful aroma of expectant pussy, and my head reeled. There was no etiquette. It was the first time any of us had been in bed with more than one person, and the first several minutes were spent frantically groping, grasping, pulling, tweaking, and poking in our glorious madness. Isabella would take a hand from Sera's sex and grasp mine with it, pump vigorously for a moment, and then place her fingers in Sera's mouth as I put my tongue in Isabella's ear and Sera pinched my nipple. To their surprise and my embarrassment, I came quickly and copiously, coating Isabella's stomach as Serafina gripped my member. We all laughed, startled, still addled by the wine and pot, and I sat back to watch my wife make love to another woman as I recuperated. Serafina pushed Isabella onto her back, and with her tongue, traced a line from Isabella's chin to her left nipple. Swirling her tongue around and around Isabella's aureole, she then nipped her skin as Isabella yelped in surprise and pleasure. One of the things that has kept my love life with Sera fresh over many years: she loves to express herself verbally in bed. I realized that any shyness she may have felt with Isabella had evaporated when she said, "I'm going to lick my husband's come off your stomach." Isabella moaned and wriggled on the bed as Sera licked her stomach, lapping the last of my come out of her navel, and moved to kiss her squarely on the mouth. I could feel my member stir again as I saw a thin strand of my come connect the women's tongues. The gypsy girl kissed her way down the stomach of our captive princess, and I, Candaules, King of Lydia, moaned in approval. When the princess came to our palace, did she know she would be used in this manner? Did she suspect? Did she come to our palace because she wanted to be used in such a fashion? I pondered these weighty matters as the gypsy girl placed her face between the captive's legs, and breathed into her nether hair. The captive moaned and writhed, and the gypsy girl moved her tongue lightly across the captive's lips before placing her mouth gently on her clit. The captive sat bolt upright and said "aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh..." as the gypsy twirled her tongue around this most sensitive nub, and -- "Hey there Walter, care to join me down here? You look lost," said Sera. Removed from my reverie, I placed my face next to my wife's and we took turns licking and kissing between the legs of Isabella. Her juices were flowing freely, and I marveled at the scent of another woman being rubbed onto my face. Sera must have had the same thought, because she turned her face towards mine and licked Isabella's juice off my lips. Isabella forcefully grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth back to her clit. As I licked ever more quickly, Sera quietly slipped a finger into Isabella's sex and sent her immediately into orgasm. Isabella bucked as I struggled to keep my mouth on her clit and Sera probed her with her index finger. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." moaned Isabella and she rode the wave of her climax as long as she could, then collapsed back into the bed, for the moment lifeless. As she recovered, my wife moved onto the bed on her back, and Isabella and I gave her the same treatment that our guest had received minutes before. I grew thirsty, and went to the bathroom for a drink of water. When I returned, here is the tableau which greeted me: Sera, my wife, on her back, legs raised above her head, moaning and thrashing and coming, while Isabella licked and fingered her glistening sex. Isabella was on the bed, kneeling between Sera's legs, with her face low to lick Sera's pussy and her buttocks high in the air. Sera opened her eyes and must have seen me staring at Isabella's globes, because she grinned and said, "I think it's time for that Greek lesson..." To be concluded in CHAPTER 2 Candaules, King of Lydia Ch. 02 Sera grinned and said, "I think it's time for that Greek lesson..." I grabbed my member and moved toward the bed, a little quickly; I was nervous again. Isabella looked at me over her shoulder, and smiled. My wife's come was all over her face, and I moved to lick it off for her. The three of us lay together on the bed. Each of us had had at least one climax, and were ready to move on to the best part of the evening--that time in a love-making session when the desperate desire to get off has come and gone for the time being, and all that lies ahead can be savored. Serafina propped herself on one shoulder as I indolently nuzzled Isabella's neck, and said, "Walter, if you're going to penetrate another woman, you have to let me set the pace. That goes for you, too, Isabella. Agreed?" We both nodded. I could see that Sera was torn between apprehension for watching her husband enter another woman and desire to explore new facets of our sexuality. I kissed her on the mouth and said, "This is your call now." Allow me to be more honest with you than I was with my wife. When I told Sera that what happened next was up to her, I tried to sound blasé as possible. In my secret heart, though, all I could think about was entering the beautiful Isabella, and therefore was sending the strongest possible "please please please let me enter her" brainwaves to my wife. As everyone knows, this sort of brainwave is the stuff only of children's tales; let it be said that Serafina knew exactly what I wanted by the hardness of my sex and the eagerness on my face. Serafina kissed Isabella and said, "Lie flat on your stomach. We'll massage and relax you so my husband can fuck you in the ass." I was startled and aroused by Sera's language, but knew that it served two purposes: first, it turned all of us on that Sera would make explicit the taboo act, and second, it reminded me--in case I had forgotten--that Isabella's sex was absolutely off limits for now. As I straddled Isabella, Sera leaned over and reached into the drawer of our night stand to pull out a bottle of massage oil. She poured a small amount on Isabella's back, and was rewarded with a quiet sigh of pleasure. I gently massaged the oil into her back, warming her skin. Isabella's skin is very tan, much darker than mine, and I was aroused by the contrast of my light hands on her olive shoulders. Slowly I moved my hands lower and lower on her back, and she began to squirm and moan quietly. I, Candaules, King of Lydia, rubbed the scented potion into the skin of the captive princess. I moved no lower than the small of her back; is it not unseemly for a King to be hasty with his captive? Better to draw out the pleasure, both for my sake and hers. Besides, a King who is careless with his captive will reveal himself in the one way a King should never be revealed: he will let his captive see that he has lost control and has thus ceded power... "Honey, are you with us?" said Sera. "You've got that look again. If you can't stay focused when you're about to sodomize a woman while your wife assists you, I don't know, maybe you just smoked too much tonight." I looked Serafina in the eye. I screwed up my courage. I opened my mouth. This is what I said: "Tonight I am Candaules, King of Lydia. Tonight I rule with the scepter you see before you." I held my breath. I waited for Serafina or Isabella to laugh. I waited for the evening to fall apart because of my foolishness. Serafina leaned close to my face. As she spoke, I could smell the dried juice of Isabella's sex on her face. This is what she said: "Tonight you are whoever you want to be. Tonight, you are Candaules. King of Lydia. This is your subject, and your authority is your staff." I felt a rush of blood to my member and my face, and continued to caress Isabella's back. Serafina poured oil onto her hand and began to massage the back of our princess' thighs. Isabella moaned again and pressed her sex into the bed. Noticing her increased arousal, Sera took a pillow and placed it under Isabella's hips so that her buttocks were tipped into the air and slightly separated. Sera then nodded to me and pointed to Isabella's mid-section. I moved my oiled hands to her cheeks, and contemplated her beautiful backside as I massaged it. Her bottom was snowy white, in marked contrast to the rest of her body--two pale globes waiting to be gently pried apart. As I was massaging Isabella, Sera placed a second pillow underneath Isabella's hips, thereby lewdly raising her backside well above the bed and separating her cheeks a bit more. I briefly wondered if such a position could be comfortable, but Isabella strained to raise her buttocks even higher to meet my wandering hands. No one had spoken for some time, so Sera's voice came as a surprise when she said, "Isabella, put your knees under your body and raise your ass off the bed. That's good, now put your face down on this pillow." Isabella gasped, but complied quickly. If she was uncomfortable to so revealed, she did not show it. My wife sat down next to Isabella's raised bottom, and placed a hand on each cheek. Again she looked into my eyes and said, "Candaules, King of Lydia, kiss the ass of your captive princess." I leaned forward and placed my lips on the left cheek of Isabella, and then moved to kiss the right cheek. Sera, still looking into my eyes, pulled Isabella's cheeks apart to expose her back hole, which appeared pink and embarrassed to be exposed so. "Candaules, King of Lydia, kiss the ring of your captive princess," said Serafina. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Isabella's anus, and Isabella gasped with pleasure. Evidently she had never been paid tribute in such fashion. Serafina was smiling, and I could see that she was as turned by this as any of us. "Candaules, King of Lydia, open the path with your tongue so that your staff may follow." I pushed my tongue as far into Isabella as I could, and could feel Isabella's ring squeeze around my tongue as she climaxed and pressed her ass back into my face. When Isabella finished climaxing, I raised myself and looked for the oil. I began to pour it on my index finger, but Sera shook her head and said, "Remember, I set the pace." With that, she took the bottle from me and poured a thin stream down the small of Isabella's back, a river of invitation. "Isabella, [or did she say 'captive princess?'--at this point I could not distinguish], reach back with your hands and open your cheeks." Isabella dutifully obeyed, face in the pillow, hands pulling her cheeks open. "Wider," said Serafina. Sera then massaged the oil into Isabella's back hole, all the while being careful not to penetrate with her fingers. That virgin hole, after all, was meant for me. Sera then poured more oil and applied it to my member. I was grateful that I had come earlier in the evening, because the shear anticipation was making it difficult to hold back. Serafina then said, "Captive princess, ask your King to press his staff into you." Isabella, in a weak kittenish voice, said, "Candaules, please press your staff --" "That's not how a common captive, even a princess, should address a King." Sera interrupted. "Ask him in your own words." Isabella, frantic with desire and filled with apprehension, mumbled something that was muffled by the pillow, but whatever she said it was not sufficient to pacify Serafina, who leaned down to Isabella and whispered fiercely in her ear. Isabella moaned again, and spoke in a clear voice: "Candaules, King of Lydia, please put your cock in my ass." I wasted no time. I placed the head of my member near her puckered hole. It was then I first realized the difference in size: recall that I am not a small man. But Sera was not about to let the moment pass and, seizing my member, pressed the head firmly against Isabella's back entrance. "Wider," Sera said to Isabella, "wider still." Isabella complied again and pulled her cheeks even farther apart. I pressed firmly, but without haste, and Sera held on the base of my sex to guide me. My head suddenly popped into her, and we both gasped. We held still for a moment while Isabella relaxed, and then at Sera's behest I pressed a bit deeper. Isabella yelped, and we held still once again, only to press deeper at Sera's continued urgings. This process went on for what seemed like ages until, almost without anyone realizing it, my hips were firmly pressed against Isabella's cheeks. Sera leaned forward and whispered, "He's all the way in." Isabella gasped in surprise and Sera whispered another instruction to her. Isabella said, "Candaules King"--her royal syntax was getting garbled in the confusion, but nobody minded--"King, please fuck my ass." I pulled my member out most of its length and pressed back in to the hilt slowly. Isabella was groaning with pleasure. Out and in. Out and in again. Sera then grabbed my member and pulled it all the way out and said, "Push it in to the hilt in one stroke." I did. And again. While Sera, wicked and funny and altogether new to me, whispered to Isabella a final time. "King, please buttfuck me hard and deep," yelped Isabella, and as she was making this request Sera's hands moved from my member to Isabella's clit and worked it lovingly. In this instance euphemism will not do. I fucked Isabella's ass as deeply as I could. I fucked it vigorously. I could feel Sera insert her fingers into the pussy of our captive princess and I could feel the asshole of our captive princess clamp rhythmically around my cock as she screamed out a climax. I could feel the telltale tightness in my balls as my time neared, and this time without prompting Isabella yelled, "King Candaules, come in my ass! Come in my ass!" That was all the invitation I needed. The disparate tinglings all over my body gathered to the head of my cock--the center of the universe just then--and poured out through the tip as I unloaded wave after wave of come into the asshole of my beautiful captive princess. I roared and she shrieked as I pumped my cum as deeply between her cheeks as I could. As the orgasms subsided, we collapsed onto our sides, and Sera kissed Isabella on the mouth. I felt glorious and dizzy. As my erection began to pass, I gently pulled my member out of Isabella's back hole. She squirmed as drops of my come slowly slipped out of her ass, and I kissed her on the mouth. The three of us remained there unmoving, catching our breath, Serafina on one side of Isabella and I on the other spent, while Isabella quietly moaned in pleasure of the memory of my sex reaming her out. One by one we dozed off, but the night was not over, and before long I awakened to Serafina's gentle whisper in my ear. "Wake up sleepyhead, you still have work to do..." As I came to, I felt Serafina gently cleaning my member with a soapy washcloth. I was unsure of the time, or how long we had slept, but it did not take long for the blood to flow to my sex when I replayed the evening's events in my head. Isabella slept on, while my wife leaned over to kiss me on the mouth and squeezed my sex again. Serafina then traced a line down my body with her tongue, from my mouth to my thigh. I flinched as she gave the head of my sex a flick with her tongue, and moaned as she wetly licked up and down the shaft. Without warning, Sera engulfed my cock in her mouth, stuffing as much of myself past her lips as she could. Slowly she stretched her lips to accommodate my cock, and I lifted my head to watch. There are few sites I enjoy more in this world than Sera's lips pulled tight around my cock while my head brushes the back of her throat. After several minutes of slow sucking, she began to bob up and down and pump my cock with her hand. She knew that there was not much danger of my coming yet--having already climaxed twice earlier. She pulled her face away from my groin and brought her mouth to mine. I could taste my sex on her mouth, and she whispered, "Candaules, King of Lydia, you must attend to the satisfaction of your subject." I, Candaules, King of Lydia, was relieved to know that my subject wanted to receive her liege's staff. For tonight I had discovered that sodomy, like fellatio, was wonderful and exciting and a welcome supplement to any King's repertoire, but it simply was not a substitute for the tight, well-oiled pussy of a loving subject. As I rested on my back, my gypsy queen straddled my lap and rubbed her dripping sex against mine, already well lubricated from her saliva. I would toy with her. I would rub my sex on the outside of hers without entering for ages. I would make her crave the introduction of my staff to her womb, and then-- Sera snapped me out of my reverie by quickly impaling herself on my cock. If she realized the I was woolgathering, she was having none of it and we gasped in unison as her pussy lips spread apart and thighs pressed against my abdomen in one forceful stroke. I remained motionless as she pumped up and down, searching for just the right angle to bring on a climax. Her orgasm came almost immediately when I gently placed my thumb on her clit, and her moaning awakened Isabella. As Serafina's shudders subsided, I gathered her in my arms and the two of us rolled over, she on her back, I on top. I pulled my cock out of her, and rubbed the head against her beautiful lips. Nearly overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude for such a sexy wife, I gently pressed my head just inside her pussy. Isabella sat up, reached between her legs, and caressed her clit as she watched me once again enter Serafina. The princess, however, seemed to respect that this was my time to make love to the gypsy queen, and thus did not interfere. Serafina lifted her legs over my shoulders, licked her lips, and whispered "Fuck me Candaules, King of Lydia." I drove my cock firmly to the hilt, pulled out to the tip, and drove in again. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a grasping hand, and as our bodies slapped together I sensed the imminent arrival of my third climax of the evening. Each thrust brought me closer, and when I felt her pussy contract around my staff I reached the point of no return. I lifted my chest off hers, grasped her legs in my hands, and in my roaring cowboy glory unloaded my come as deeply into her pussy as I could. We yelled together as we forgot our identities and simply came and came and came as pure hedonistic beings. As our pulses slowed, I collapsed on Serafina, and Isabella--forgotten by either one of us--gasped as she reached orgasm by her own hand. I withdrew as my erection dissipated, and Serafina's head lolled about in lazy bliss. Isabella looked at me, and asked "May I?" I nodded my assent, and in the last intimate act of the evening, Isabella placed herself between my wife's legs and sucked my dripping come from her sex. We were all very sleepy, and fell into a pile of arms and legs and tits and skin, this time with Sera between Isabella and myself. The last words I heard before falling asleep were Serafina's whispers: "Viva Candaules, King of Lydia. May he reign forever..." --- The next morning, we awakened late and got out of bed even later. The next few days are worth relating, but that must wait for another time. Isabella left several days later; although she seemed to want to extend her stay, she also respected our boundaries and saw the week for what it was--a playful experiment, and not the beginning of an open marriage. One question still nags at me: how did Serafina know that I thought of Isabella as my "captive princess?" When I confessed to her that I was Candaules, King of Lydia, I did not mention anything about a captive princess. Could she read my mind after all? Do I talk in my sleep? Are my fantasies just too predictable? Or am I having trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality? I have never asked her. Some things, after all, are best left alone. The End