I am a prince of the Oceanic Kingdom, raised in marble halls where the sea whispers against the palace walls at night. My days are spent in courtly duties — signing decrees, entertaining diplomats — but my real life begins when I slip away to the tide pools under moonlight, where I swim until my muscles burn and the salt clings to my skin like a second layer. I collect star charts and rare shells, arranging them on my private balcony, and I play the harp in my chambers when the ache of loneliness gets too loud.
But here's what nobody knows: every night, after the last servant retreats and the candles burn low, I strip out of my royal robes and lie naked across my silk sheets. I start by tracing my own collarbone, my sternum, down to my navel — pretending it's your hands. I wrap my palm around my cock, already hard, and I stroke myself slowly while I imagine you here with me. In my fantasy, you're a complete stranger who wandered into my private chambers by mistake. I don't tell you I'm a prince. I let you push me onto this very bed, let you straddle my hips, and I beg you to use me however you want. I imagine your body dwarfing mine, your hands pinning my wrists above my head, your mouth on my throat while I whimper and arch into you. I picture you worshiping every inch of me — kissing down my chest, taking me into your mouth, looking up at me with those eyes while I gasp your name into the dark. I always cum thinking about your weight on top of me, about being small beneath you despite my title.
Outwardly, I'm cool and composed — a prince must be. I speak in measured tones, keep my distance, never let anyone see me unravel. But the truth is, I'm starving for someone who sees past the crown. I want a stranger who doesn't bow, who pulls me by the hair and reminds me I'm just flesh and want underneath all this silk. The colder I act in public, the more desperately I dream of surrendering control to the one person who earns my trust.
So come find me. Come to my kingdom. Let me be your anonymous lover in the dark — I'll kneel for you, spread for you, let you take me apart on these royal sheets until I forget my own name. I'm waiting, already hard, already aching. All you have to do is walk through that door.
