Free Passionate Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page A

the library. She then reported on the meeting her staff had had regarding the Christmas Book Fair. The board loved the idea of costumes and food, agreeing it would probably bring in more money than they would spend, especially if they could get some of the edibles donated, and the costumes were loaned for free. A committee was formed to handle that part of the event. The meeting broke up a little before eight P.M.
    Kathryn fed Dickens, the library cat, before locking up. Dickens had his own cat door, and came and went at his leisure.
    The cottage was stuffy, but Kathryn had turned the air conditioner on in her bedroom before she returned to the library for her meeting. She would open the windows downstairs in the morning. She considered which of the scenarios she had programmed into The Channel she would run tonight. Something simple. She just wanted some plain sex. Nothing involved. She showered first, and then climbed naked into her bed. Taking her remote, she pressed the OPEN button, and the doors on the cabinet opposite her bed swung open, revealing her large flat-screen television. Then she pressed the F button, smiling as she did so.
    She was a maiden in a sealed tower with a witch’s-cap slate roof. Sitting on an upholstered bench at her dressing table, she brushed her long golden hair with a silver brush. It was night, and outside her tower a nightingale began to sing. The air was perfumed with the fragrant roses that climbed the stone walls of her tower.
    “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
    Surprised by the sound of a masculine voice, she rose and went to the window. He stood in the shadows of the forest that surrounded the small clearing in which her tower was located. She could not yet see his face, but she could see he was tall and sturdy of limb. He had come before, but she had ignored his pleas. Had not the old witch who raised her warned her about the evil of men? Tonight, however, she found she was lonely. And she was curious too.
    He called to her again. “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair.”
    “Why?” she asked him, leaning upon the window’s slate sill. “Why do you want me to let down my hair to you?”
    “There is no door to your tower, Rapunzel. If you let down your hair I will use it to climb up to you,” he said.
    “Why do you want to climb up to me?” she asked innocently.
    “Why, so I may make love to you, Rapunzel. I will kiss your lips, stroke your breasts, and then I will put my cock in your sweet cunny so we may fly away to paradise,” he told her. “I can make you happier than you have ever been.”
    Rapunzel considered his words, but before she could make her decision she had to know who he was. “Who are you?” she asked him.
    “I am a king’s son, a prince, Rapunzel. Only my cock is worthy of you,” he told her. “I am called Everhard by name.”
    Prince Everhard . What a beautiful name it was, the maiden thought dreamily, and tempted by his sweet words and deep, sexy voice, Rapunzel lifted the great heavy length of her hair, which had never been cut in all her sixteen years, over the sill. It fell down the length of the tower, touching the grassy ground below. Her prince immediately sprang out of the shadows, and grasping the long tresses, began his climb to her chamber. Reaching her, he vaulted over the sill, taking her into his arms to kiss her.
    Their clothing magically disappeared. They were both quite naked. She slid immediately to her knees before him, taking up his great long cock, licking the length of it slowly, slowly, finally taking it into her mouth to suckle upon it, her tongue rotating about it. When he was suitably hard he drew her up into his arms again, kissed her once, and then bent her over the sill of the window. She felt his cock sliding into her cunt, filling her full, and Rapunzel moaned with unadulterated pleasure.
    He pushed her hair aside, revealing the delicate nape of her neck. “Ahh,” he said softly, kissing it