The Little Mermaid

It’s been years since we got married. And, like any other couple, boredom awaits around every corner. That shouldn’t surprise anyone, if you ask me. All couples, even those who came together by magic and fantasy, become bored of each other. That doesn’t mean I don’t love her. I’m sure I do. Every time I wake up, I still see the little mermaid I met all those years ago. It’s just that being a king is a full-time job, and that doesn’t leave much room for spontaneous passion. Besides, as wonderful as she is, there comes a time when you exploring and possessing the same body becomes routinary. I know her too well, I can push all the right buttons when we’re alone. So, it’s not a challenge anymore.

You may be wondering why we haven’t had a royal divorce, if things have become so rutinary. Well, the answer is as simple as a rope. There is a part of the story that is not in the book. And I will tell it to you now, so that you can understand how we keep the flame of passion alive.

When she was still a mermaid, she used to swim way beyond the established limits. She’s always been a rebel. Therefore, it’s no surprise that she almost got caught in a fisherman’s net once. She didn’t tell anybody, of course. And she hid as best as she could the friction marks. But she never forgot what happened. Never.

Another thing she didn’t tell anybody is that the sensation of restraint had made her as horny as she had never been before. 

So, whenever my royal schedule allows me to, we get on the royal boat —just the two of us— and we sail into the sea. Once we are out of reach of any indiscreet viewer, I take a couple of ropes and make her remember the excitement of that day in which she almost died on a fisher’s net.

I guess it works. So far, there are eleven princes and eleven princesses in the castle.

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