Two Queens In A King Size Bed Novels & Stories

“When you get to know me better, you'll like me, I guarantee it. After all, you're not like Celine. He didn't look so dizzy as he walked up the stairs, without a banister, causing me even more fear, both for me and for him. When we got to the top of the stairs, he said: - She doesn't know what she's saying. - Yes, you know - I said - And you're right, unfortunately. I'm a cowardly idiot. - Ah, that's right, disqualified. He laughed, opening the door. The room was grand. The blackout curtains covered the entire wall, certainly glazed. The king - size bed , certainly made to measure, as I have never seen anything like it, was perfectly made, with a white bedspread and several pillows in millim

Also double doors, identical with the markings of a moon the almost the same way the other is. Daciana pushed it open and I held my breath when she wheeled me inside. I looked around the brightly painted room, the queen sized bed that was in the middle was fit for a queen. It was made of dark wood and had that kind of canopy, all the edges had wolf engravings.

The king instructed. “No, she will go alone because she buried him there and I will dig out the one I buried.” The queen mother said. “I wasn’t asking you woman I was telling you, now lets go!” the king told her, they all got up and followed the two witches out. They walked to the queen’s chamber, when they got there Qhawekazi moved the bed and there was a carpet under but one could see that it was cut in the middle. She removed the cut piece and put it aside then they helped each other remove the planks that were there as the floor was all wooden.

Guess I forgot that's mandatory for married couples. Well, let's see how that goes. --- We stepped into a ridiculously luxurious bedroom that looked straight out of a king's palace. I was in awe. A massive king sized bed dominated the room. Two wardrobes, laced in what looked like gold, flanked each side of the bed. Plush sofas sat at either end of the room, and a huge plasma TV was mounted on the wall. Suddenly, I turned to face Dylan. "So... how are we sleeping tonight? Because there's only one bed, and someone's going to have to take the couch."

One entire wall is just windows, the windows stretched from the floor all the way up to the ceiling, and through those windows, you could see the city lights of Seattle far away in the distance. The floor was made of polished wood that's so shiny you can almost see your face in it. There's a big cream colour rug under the bed, thick and very soft. His bed is massive. It's called a California King, which means it's even bigger than a regular king-size bed. The headboard—the part you lean against—is covered in expensive cream colour fabric. The bed sheets are tan colour with a navy blue blanket, super soft, but it costs a ridiculous amount of money. Everything is tucked in so tight and neat th

Her own gaze were on my titties too. Shit!!! We looked like blowup sex dolls just waiting for a cock pounding. Even Mark now had a wet spot on his trousers. I didn't even think he wore underwear because I could see the shape of his steel pipe. If not for professionalism I'd be on my knees now, slurping that hard dick in my warm, wet mouth. They both just nodded like their mouth was tongue tied. I carried on, moving to the third bedroom. " We have the king sized bed which is taking almost half the room. Perfect for spreading out as much as you like." I paused, watching their expressions.

Blair exclaimed, and Ashier released her hand, giving her the chance to look around in the room. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the king-sized bed, which was positioned right at the center of the room. It seemed to be fit for royalty, it was adorned with intricate golden carvings and adorned with luxurious silk drapes. The pillows were plump and inviting, promising a restful night's sleep. She could imagine how comfortable it would be to sleep on a very big bed like this.

THIRD PERSON'S POV The Queen wears a troubled face as she walks fast down a corridor and bursts into a magnificent bedroom with a king-size bed and the most exquisite furniture. Some of which have been decorated with gold. It's too extravagant even for a royal bedroom Her husband lays down on his back on top of the bed covers, his eyes gazing at the ceiling as he appears to be thinking deeply. "We need to talk." His Queen states as she matches to bed and sits on the edge.

Dominicus says softly behind me. With trembling hands, I slowly reach out and open the door. As I walk in and look around, a choked sob escapes me. The master bedroom is a perfect blend of comfort and beauty. The king-sized bed is the focal point, dressed in the exact bedding I had fallen in love with - a soft, cloud-like duvet in a soothing sage green, piled high with pillows in various complementary shades and textures. On either side of the bed are matching nightstands, each topped with elegant lamps that cast a warm, inviting glow. A cozy reading nook is set up in one corner, complete with a plush armchair and a small side table - perfect for quiet moments with a book.

She curls around him, holding him tightly, and within moments she’s asleep. King glances at me, his eyebrows raised in amusement. “Does that mean we’re stayin' 'ere tonight?” he asks with a quiet laugh. I shake my head. “We can’t. The moses basket here isn’t big enough for him anymore. He’s growing too fast.” I glance back at the bed, Queenie’s face peaceful for once, and sigh. “But I’m not waking her up. She’s wrecked.”