Pinkie For A Lie

My princess is not speaking to me; while it turned me on profusely, knowing that she was lying there and waiting for me, she did not think it was funny at all. It turned her on just as much; she just does not want to admit it.

So the little vixen is now sent me to the guest room, where I find myself even more frustrated than I was yesterday.

Now, she has locked herself up in the room; I do have a key to open it, but yet I think that she shall hate me even more if I just burst in. So, I am set to beg. Well, I would have left her to be mad and calm down, but I kind of need to change my clothes.

And this brings me to the front of what is supposed to be our room.

"Princess, please open up the door."

"Go away, Carson."

"But, princess."

"Don't but me. If you are here for sex, then you can turn right around and go back to your room. I doubt I need to show you how to use your hand."

"Come on, princess. Do I look like that kind of man?"