Two Queens In A King Size Bed Novels & Stories

He throws them on the one king-size bed in the middle of the room. Yes, you read that right. One king-size bed. I stop in my tracks. "There's only one bed." He turns, checking me out from head to toe once and then again. "Calm down. The two of us are both adults. You are over the age of twenty-five," he says, not questioning his judgement in the slightest.

As he comes to sit next to me Florence disappears out the door and I can’t help but think about what weird dogs they are, they’re almost too well trained. Shaking the thought away I shrug and head for the master bedroom down the hall from the kitchen, glancing at the portrait of my parents on the wall as I pass. It’s their wedding picture where dad is holding mom from behind and both are smiling happily at the camera, their smiles infectus and I smile to myself as I enter the bedroom. Looking around at the mess of clothes and papers I sigh to myself, knowing I’m looking at the consequences for sleeping in this morning.

“It doesn’t work like that here. The King and Luna have separate rooms. Always. It’s tradition.” We walked further down the corridor, and she pointed first toward a large door slightly set apart. “That’s Rowan’s room.” Then she gestured to another door directly beside it. “And that’s yours.” I blinked. “Mine is next to his?” She shrugged. “I didn’t arrange it. I think it’s because you’re male and family to the King, so proximity is considered respectful or something like that. Since I will be queen, my room is over there.” I stared at the doors longer than I meant to.

The room has an elegant interior in scintillate earthy colors accompanied with peppy purple and opulent space. Looking straight is a king size bed which is generally 73 inches in width and 79 inches in length, made with the softest and luxurious feather's sheet. Around the bed, cascades a white plain linen, concocted to shield me from extreme cold, I guess. There's a couch five steps away from the bed and on my extreme right was a table with just two chairs. I raise my brows, feeling content for my new life even though it's incomplete. I get in bed to rest for a while, in my deep sleep, I hear the doorbell sound. I disregard it as I turn on my side, it rings again and again and I angrily sto

A room with two double beds opened off the living room. Grant ran inside, leaping onto one of the beds. "This one is mine!" he shouted. Emma jumped onto the other one. "Well, this one is mine!" "Mum, your room is at the end of the hall," Daphne said, nodding her head in that direction. Jackie went back through the living room, past a tiny kitchenette, to the door at the end of the hall. It opened onto the largest bedroom Jackie had ever seen, with a huge king-sized bed. The luxurious bath had a glass walk-in shower and a soaking tub.

We must make the most of every second. And there's another thing—I need to tame my queen. She's like a wild cat, always running away from me. “The queen's room will remain untouched. Since the queen of this kingdom will be sleeping with me, Braze, all I ask is for you to prepare the room and leave it empty. I already have plans for it.” He nodded and bid farewell. However, before he left, I overheard someone whispering disbelief about the tradition of the king and queen having separate rooms in this kingdom, a tradition I refuse to follow.

She stated impatiently. The king groaned as he struggled to take of his clothes, all the parts of his body seemed weak except for his large mamber. He climbed on to the bed and slowly inserted it into her coochie as she moaned slowly. Then he struggled to move his waist for a few strokes . The only thing the queen seemed to have enjoyed on the sex was the size of his mamber, other than that, there was nothing more that could be compared with the love making she enjoyed with his brother.

he replied. I just nodded and turned my attention back to the whole room. Very extensive. It was twice the size of Prince Dern's room that I had once entered. In the middle was the large bed where the King lay who seemed to be sound asleep. It is surrounded by so many colorful flowers. I have already started to step forward to get closer. I sat in the chair just next to King Valor's bed. I stared at him and examined every part of his face. Now I just stared at him closely. The innocence of his face, the sensible look.

he tells me assuredly. His room is far larger than mine, and a whole lot more impressive. I suppose that's what you get when you're a King. A large red topped bed sits upon an extended polished wooden dais, steps leading up to it as if the bed is actually a throne. The rest of the room has dark furniture and curtains which must be hiding a balcony beyond.

There was also a living room with this cute couch. “Please don’t tell me you’re planning to let me sleep on this tiny couch?” He had this judging gaze at me. “Don’t bother thinking that way. Even I won’t fit in that seat.” I walked towards another door and the bedroom greeted me. The queen size bed was against the smoked glass acting as the divider of room. There’s nothing else there aside from a small cabinet and a dresser. “Caleb, can I ask you a serious question?” I sat down on the bed and placed my back pack on the floor.