The princess
Thirty years old
Her slender form
Her beautiful, delicate face
Lying awake, her lovers holding her
Her two princes
They move gently as they wake
Their hairy, muscular bodies, slide gently with hers
She moves her fingers
Through the short hair on their heads
She moves her hips
Her dark, thick pubic hair
Gentle between her slightly muscular thighs
She kisses their foreheads
Lifting her feminine, slender arms
With a little muscle
And the sweet, gentle smell of her sweat
Floats from the curly, dark hair
Beneath her beautiful arms
One of her lovers
Kisses her head from behind
Holding her gently in his arms
She kisses the other on the nose
And he wakes
Putting his arms around her too
He is her original boyfriend
Before they both decided
On this beautiful, strange future
She holds him to her chest
His face gently against her breasts
He relaxes into them
Feeling her gentle kiss on his head
And her arms around him
Hugging his soul tight
Her other boyfriend, behind
He is the youngest, only eighteen
This was just how things happened
They wanted another
And, it was exciting
On so many levels
The princess feels happy
In the ancient practices of love
Where one soul merged to the next
Whilst deepening the love for each individual
She needs them both now
She needs both of their cuddles
Both of their love
She smiles
Thinking of ideas
Thinking about later today
When she’s riding their dicks
Riding them both at once
Their thick, hard, juicy cocks
All hot and pumping inside her vagina
Their holding, their panting
Their snogging and their kisses
She imagines this, pleased
Knowing that today they have no plans
No plans
Except hot, sweaty sex
Cuddles and fun