Once upon a time there was a King and Queen that ruled a Kingdom. They had a beautiful daughter appropriately named Beauty. The subjects in the kingdom were well treated, and generally happy. They had sex, made babies, got along with each other, and raised happy families.
There was only one hard and fast rule. Ever since the king had accidentally seen his wife relieving herself, he had decreed that there was to be no kissing below the waist. This did not bother most of the subjects--who would want to kiss down there?-- so most of them were happy.
When Beauty was born, a wicked queen had put a curse on her: When she was 16, she would go into a deep sleep and would not wake up. This greatly distressed the King and Queen, for they loved their dayghter dearly, and did not wish to see her come to any harm. They searched for a way to outwit the curse, but were unable to do so.
On the evening of Beauty's 16th birthday, Beauty's fairy godmother paid her a visit. She said, "My dear, it is about time I told you something." She explained about the curse. "But how will I know when it will start?" Beauty asked. "You don't," her fairy godmother replied. "But I have a remedy for when it happens..." She explained her remedy to Beauty, whose eyes twinkled with anticipation. "It might almost be worth it!" The fairy godmother smiled.
Beauty's birthday party was a resounding success. Beauty danced with the prince of the next kingdom over, who was the son of her father's dearest friend. The prince, whose name was Alex, seemed to hold Beauty much closer that convention required. He seemed to purposely let his body brush up against hers, let himself grind against her, his thumbs brush against her nipples. "Ah Beauty, what I would love to do to you!"
"Tell me."
"First I'd make you take off this dress. Beautiful as it is, it doesn't compare to you. Then I'd take your undercloths off, so that you'd be as naked as the day you were born. I'd kiss your lips, your breasts, everywhere I could think of. Then I'd reach my hand between your legs and..."
"Stop! Please! We can't--" Besides, Beauty's stomach was doing strange things, and there was a wet heat between her legs. It was like nothing she'd felt before. Her womanhood seemed to be waiting for something, but for what?
"I know," he said, regretfully. "I've got to go to war tomorrow. But you did ask."
"Yes."
Alone in her bedchamber a few hours later, Beauty looked at herself in the looking glass. Her pert nipples stood up, and she wished they were big eonugh so that she could kiss and lick them herself. She tohought about the prince, how he had made her feel. She licked a finger and started trailing it down her belly, toward her patch of pubic hair. She got down onto all fours in front of the mirror and looked behind her. Her pussy was wet. Then she turned over and spread her legs in front of the mirror. Even better. She was glistening wet. She reached her hand between her legs and started stroking, playing with herself. She kneaded her clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. She stuck a finger inside her, then two, then three. All off a sudden, there was a rush of wetness. Beauty arched her back, shoved her fingers even deeper inside her and cried out. Then everything went black.
Watching all this from behind a curtain was the fairy godmother. She nodded. It was time to tell the king and queen.
The king and queen were beside themselves. A reward was promised to whomever could make Beauty wake up. In addition, if a young man, he was promised Beauty's hand in marriage.
