Erotica for Women - indulge your fantasies

Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a Princess named…you got it,
Goldilocks! Now you don’t have to be a genius to understand why she was so named, do you?
Those long blonde curls of hers were known to everyone! And she was quite a beauty too.
Peaches and cream colored skin, lush rosy lips, a delicate nose and a curvaceous body no man could possibly resist. But I’m getting ahead of myself here, and this tale needs to be told from the beginning.

Long ago while Goldilocks still lay sleeping in her Mother’s womb, the evil sorcerer Geoffrey cast a spell on the Kingdom of GwynnMarl. Everyone within the realm had become nothing more than mindless puppets who danced to the sorcerer’s tune. All but one.
Goldilocks.

It was said she’d escaped the curse because her Mother’s love had kept her safe. Alas, her poor Mother died giving birth to her beloved daughter and Goldilocks was left to the care of her Father. He had been a good and kindly King and would have been a wonderful Father had it not been for Geoffrey and the horrible spell!

But everyone had been touched by that spell, including the King. People no longer had feelings. There was no love, no joy, no sadness, only solemn faces and mindless work to fill the coffers of Geoffrey.

Because of the spell, Goldilocks was often bored. Actually she felt quite alone. She found joy in the scent of a wildflower or the flutter of a butterfly’s wings. And great sorrow at someone’s passing. No one except Geoffrey noticed the difference of course, but it made no difference. Try as he may, he could not seduce her with any of his spells. She was quite simply…immune.

And now we get to the crux of the matter.

Goldilocks was bored one summer day and decided to search the castle for something to do. Down into the dungeon she trekked. Once inside she discovered an old trunk filled with books. And to her amazement they were books about a concept known as sex.

Now of course Goldie (yes, she’s about to be liberated, so I’ve given her a more fitting name) did not understand the word sex. The only thing the people of GwynnMarl were allowed to read were the rules set forth by the King, who of course received his marching orders from Geoffrey.

For days Goldie read about sex. And the more she read, the more intrigued she became.

The more intrigued, the hotter the summer days became. It seemed like there was just no place to cool off! And every time she looked at one of the illustrations, a very strange and pleasurable feeling swept through her body and settled right between her legs beneath her bounty of blonde curls.

After a while, Goldie could stand it no longer and ventured from the castle in search of someone with which to share this new and exciting concept called sex.

She searched high and low and no one responded. No matter how much she explained, she was simply ignored, until she espied a tall dark knight of the realm. She’d never noticed him before and wondered why. Surely she’d made the acquaintance of all of the knights, but obviously she had missed this one somehow.

He sat upon his white steed dressed all in black staring down at Goldie as she approached. His dark hair dusted with the silver of the stars shone brightly in the sun’s light. Goldi placed her hand to her heart as her eyes roamed over his body, reveling in the delicious feel of warmth spreading through her. A warmth she did not yet understand but needed to explore.

He looked much like the men in the sex book illustrations. Maybe he could help. She moved closer to the Knight and looked up at him, shielding her eyes from the bright sun.

The heat of his gaze raked over her body slowly. Tiny drops of perspiration beaded between her breasts. She took her white hanky and dabbed at the moisture, then fanned herself.

It was indeed the hottest summer day she’d experienced!

The dark Knight threw his leg over his horse and landed with a thud squarely in front of Goldie. “May I be of some service to you, Maiden?”

His voice reminded her of a dark stormy night-- like waves of thunder and lightning crashing through her. She took a step back, wary at first, and then looked into his eyes. As black as sin, flecked with gold, the two dark orbs swallowed her whole. Her legs gave way and she crumbled into the arms of the Knight.

“Are you sickly, M’Lady?”

She put her hand to her cheek. Why did that happen? The knight held her against him and she found herself instinctively molding herself to his body. The feel of hard lean muscle to her soft curves was undeniably the most pleasant sensation she’d ever experienced. It seemed to be much like the act of coupling described in the books. Goldie squirmed slightly, pressing her Venus mound into the hard place between his legs.

Sir Knight grinned unashamedly. “You are a saucy wench.”

Puzzled, Goldie furrowed her brow. “Saucy wench? I am not a wench and I do not understand this saucy of which you speak, Sir Knight. I am your Princess. Do you not recognize me?”

The grin on the Knight’s face quickly receded and he dropped to his knees before her.

“My sincerest apologies, Princess. I have been thoughtless. I await your punishment.”

The loss of his body pressed to hers filled her with sorrow and she longed to be close to him again. Away from his heat, she regained some of her composure and realized all was not as it seemed. His manner of speech and entire demeanor was so much different than everyone else’s.

Her eyes widened. “You are not one of my Father’s Knights. Who are you?”

The Knight kept his head bowed as he spoke. “I am from a far away Kingdom, your highness. On a quest for my destiny. I saw this realm in the distance and thought to stop and linger. “

“Your name, Sir Knight.”

“I am Sir Samuel of the Kingdom of Smokebark. I have been away from my home for many years in my search for destiny. Ask anything of me, Princess. I am but your humble servant and await your judgment.”

Goldie thought for a moment. As he was not a subject of the kingdom the spell that had been cast by the evil Geoffrey most certainly did not apply to the handsome knight. Maybe he could explain sex to her.

“Tell me, Sir Samuel, do you know of this custom named sex?”

Sir Samuel’s head snapped upward and he blinked twice. “Surely you jest, Princess.”

“Jest? No. It is a concept unknown to me and I think I should like to learn of it. Do you have the knowledge?”
Sir Samuel nodded slowly, seemingly not convinced of her desire to know about sex.

With all the haughtiness of a future queen, Goldie folded her arms across her breasts and with an imperial nod declared the knight’s punishment. “Then you shall teach me this sex.”

She turned to walk away, but the strong arm of Sir Samuel grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back into his warmth. “Princess or no Princess, a woman does not speak in such a way to any man unless she is prepared for the consequences brought by her words.”

A prevailing wind from the mountains blew lightly, tousling Sir Samuel’s hair. Goldie lifted her hand and gently brushed it in place with her fingers. The dark strands painted with silver were soft and she worked her fingers deeply into the black mass. Her mind drifted with thoughts of lying unclothed next to him. Of placing her lips to his. Of his mouth on the tight buds of her breasts.

A tingling sensation tumbled through her body sending a shiver up her spine. Her nipples peaked into two tight points, straining against her bodice. Sir Samuel lowered his mouth and touched his mouth to hers. Goldie parted her lips, needing more of the intoxicating feel.

Her body slackened against his as their tongues entwined, probing and intensifying with lust. Sir Samuel broke the kiss with a deep guttural moan.

“Where can we go, Princess?”

Goldie’s small voice, almost a whisper answered with a whimper. “Go?”

“Yes! I must lay you down. My need is urgent. I know I shall face the King’s wrath, but I must have you!”

Samuel’s statement cooled her ardor somewhat, causing her to think. “Why should my Father be concerned with your teaching me sex? All learning is of course forbidden, but Geoffrey’s magic cannot touch me.”

His jaw hardened to stone. “You cannot be so innocent. It is not possible. And what is this magic of which you speak?”

Goldie related the story of the evil Geoffrey to Sir Samuel. The handsome knight only nodded with understanding, allowing Goldie to finish.

When she’d completed the tale to her satisfaction she again said to Samuel, “Come, teach me of this sex.”

They walked for a little ways with Samuel holding her by her waist to a tavern with rooms to let. Once inside Samuel tossed the barkeep a few coins and led Goldi up the stairs to a small room.

Goldi stood in the middle of the room, keeping her eyes on him, wondering how he would start the lesson. Samuel quickly undressed, revealing his muscular chest, rippled with sinew down to his narrow waist. His hands slid inside his pants and pushed them down over his hips. They dropped to the floor and he stepped out of them.

Princess Goldie trembled with fear and desire as she scanned the hard planes of his body. Her eyes rested with wide-opened innocence on the enormous protruding root stretching outward between his thighs.

She gasped in surprise and pointed at it. “Is that a penis?”

Samuel nodded and smiled. “Touch it, Princess.”

She reached out and stroked the silken rod, smiling at the feel of it in her hand. Samuel groaned and closed his eyes.

Goldie tore her attention away from his cock and to his face. “Did I hurt you?”

His eyes flew open. “No. Squeeze it in your hands. You may even taste it if you like.”

Goldie dropped to her knees. It was her turn to worship. She enveloped the head of his cock in the warmth of her mouth. Samuel began to move back and forth, sliding in and out of her wet heat. Faster he moved. Harder, until a pearly stream of white filled her mouth and drizzled down her chin. Sir Samuel withdrew as Goldie swallowed and wiped his essence from her face.

“Did you like that, Princess?”

Goldi nodded, and then spoke. “I did like it, Sir Samuel. Was that sex?”

“Only a part of it, my Princess.”

“Oh, that is good, because while I found it to be a most pleasant experience, very tasty indeed, I’m afraid it left me wanting somehow. It isn’t quite right.”

“There is more, my Princess.”

And with that, Samuel reached out and ripped her bodice open all the way down to her waist. He lifted her from her knees and pushed the ruined gown down and away from her body.

Her pendulous breasts swelled tight with need. His mouth covered one nipple, and then passed to the other. His wet tongue glided around and over her already tingling flesh inciting a river of fire to run through her body.

Goldie raked her fingers through his hair, pressing his mouth further into her breasts even as she pulled him away. The pain of his teeth nipping at her peaks with the sensation of tingling heat that swam through the engorged nipples was so much more than she thought possible. She closed her eyes, letting the rush of excitement fill her.
Samuel’s hand glided downward, hugging to the curves of her body to finally land on her curly blonde bush. With his fingers he parted her slit and ran his fingers through it. Sodden with her juices, his touch sent her arching into his hand.

“Oh, my!” She screamed.

“It would seem my Princess enjoys my touch.”

“Please, Sir Knight. I need more.”

Samuel slipped his fingers inside her hot wet hole and gathered her juices. He smoothed her creamy honey over her clit, circling the hard nubbin. The pressure inside Goldie built slowly, straining for release. She moved her hips wildly with his ardent strokes. His fingers stilled and her eyes flew open.

“I need more!”

Samuel laughed. “There is indeed more, Princess.”

He dipped his head to her soft triangle of curls, unfurling his tongue through the slit. The pad of his tongue flattened to her clit and pressed firmly, rubbing back and forth. Goldie threaded her fingers through her long blonde hair and thrashed wildly in the bed. Breathless, she begged.

“Oh, please, please. There must be more!”

Samuel continued to tease her with his tongue, scooping her clit into his mouth and sucked until she was almost to the place she needed to be. Almost. He drew back his head and laughed with outrageous abandon.

“And how do you like it, my Princess?”

“Oh, Samuel. Was that sex?”

“Another part of it, yes.”

“Oh, I’m so happy to hear there is more! This part was most certainly better than the first part. And I did love the first part, Samuel, but I felt like I was going to burst this time. Am I doing it right?”

His soft chuckle reached his eyes as he spoke. “Oh yes, you are doing it right. But you say you need more.”

“Yes. I feel I need to learn more. It still isn’t quite right somehow.”

“I am but your humble servant, Princess. Now spread your legs wide.”

Goldie obeyed and spread her legs wide as she expected his mouth to once again delve into her furry mound. But this time he gripped her hips and raised her up and shoved the hard length of his cock inside her. Pain ripped through her body and she dug her fingers into the sheets of the bed. Tears spilled from her eyes and ran down her cheeks as she whimpered softly.

“Ssshh, Princess. Rest. All will be well.”

As her pain subsided Samuel pushed deeper inside, stretching the walls of her pussy. He brought his cock back to the entry of her heat and thrust again. Over and over he fucked her. The rhythm rocked her slowly, thrilling her more and more. She bucked her hips, meeting his thrusts.

Her very first orgasm rose up in her slowly and spread outward, paralyzing her with the mounting sensation. A tight wet heat filled her to her very soul and she screamed her pleasure just as Samuel released his own feral howl.
His body collapsed onto hers, resting. The rampant beating of his heart matched the beat of her own. He lifted his head and kissed her slowly, deeply. Goldie wound her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear.
“Oh, Samuel. That was just right.”

So now you know the true story of Goldilocks, my friends. There never were any bears. Such a silly idea. Three different pleasures and one finally just right. Of course I could tell you how Samuel and Goldie spent the rest of their years studying the sex books and finding new ways to pleasure each other. Or how the love they shared broke the evil sorcerer Geoffrey’s spell over the Kingdom of GwynnMarl. But the only thing you really need to know is this.

They all lived happily ever after.