*** I am sitting alone in the doorway of a small hut, looking out into the rain. It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thr...shing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming. I was timid eating another woman’s vagina, so I just did what I felt her do. I started with my tongue on her clitoris and ran it up slowly to the back of her pussy. Then I ran the lips of my mouth over her opening and tugging on her folds, making her whimper and moan. I reached up with outstretched arms to massage the fleshy globes that dangled in front of her and my tongue began to break-dance on tasty little clit. By the moans she expelled, I was doing something right. She then leaned forward. She slid her fingers up each side, her mouth opening in awe at the immense size and unbelievable hardness she was feeling. Her fingers went all the way to the top, where she instinctively took the tip of her index finger and rubbed it over the shiny stain, causing another surge of pre-cum to pulse to the surface and ooze right through the already-soaked material."Ohhhnnn," Zach groaned, loving the teasing feel of his sister's tiny finger on the engorged knob of his cock. His sister rubbed the. "We need to get married," the King explained."Then I guess we'll never go that far," I said. "Since we won't get married." Why not?" I am a prisoner here, and a foreigner, and a guy." I will make you my Prince, and here homosexuality is the norm, not the exception. This would be normal for my Kingdom. You will be rich beyond your dreams, pampered, and when I am away, as my Prince, you'd be in charge. You'll rule the Kingdom with me."It was very enticing, but to give up my whole life? Everything.