King Arthur's Castle: Myth Or Beauty?

“Okay.” Gwen blew out a long breath and closed her eyes. An image immediately came to mind, one of the children’s bookstore called King Arthur’s Castle, which was three doors down from the café where she worked. It was her favorite place in the world. The owner, Annis, created small reading nooks out of industrial cardboard that she painted on the outside to look like castle walls. Inside each nook there was a theme, and the artwork featured either knights, princesses, dragons, or a castle kitchen.

Gwen had a woman-crush on Annis, the 50-something-year-old owner with fiery red hair down to her waist. Annis was a creative, sharp, savvy business woman who treated her young patrons wonderfully. She answered their endless questions, even when she knew they wouldn’t buy anything. And not only was she smart and successful, Annis was kind. She held fundraisers at her store for Our Harvest, the local food bank that Arthur’s best friend, Merlin, ran. She
She gave her ass a spank, then slid out of her thong and spun back around. As Gwen had threatened to do, she’d gotten a Brazilian wax. Arthur preferred hair on Gwen, but the newness of this tiny “landing strip,” as Gwen called it, made his cock ache. He couldn’t wait to explore the details of this smooth wax job.

“Sorry, can’t wait.” Arthur shot to his feet and bent Gwen over the bed. He went to his knees and spread Gwen’s legs apart. From behind, he ran his tongue up and down Gwen’s slick cleft, licking and tasting until she’d come with a sharp cry.

Arthur buried himself in her, but within three strokes he was done, climaxing with a violent shudder. “Sorry.” He tried to catch his breath. “You really turned me on.”

That had been a little over a month ago. Arthur had not picked up a hint of depression from Gwen at that time. Yes, she was still low about the loss of her father, but suicidal? Nothing about her behavior or demeanor pointed to