Karen was born a princess

March 2010

Karen was born a princess. But since she was a little girl, she was different from the rest of the princesses from the kingdoms nearby. She lived in the fifteenth century and it was complicated to be so different on those days. She grew up in a small kingdom filled with willow trees with branches so languid as princess Karen’s smile. Her skin was intact, sun rays had never touched her body. She had long black hair that touched her waist with a gentle motion when she took off her wonderful dress. She knew that sleeping naked under the sheets was not from well educated ladies, but naked under the sheets of her room she dreamt with nights of passion in the silence of the castle. Her bedding clothes framed her silhouette showing an intuitable slender figure, a small breast soft as peach fruit, a long thin pair of legs that seemed made to embrace her lover’s waist and each mark of her velvet skin.