Snow white and Prince Charming were married and yet Charming had a tendency to always be gone sometimes for days at end! And this time he had been gone for almost three months! Off with the guys for his favorite game of ogre hunting. Charming really loved his games but sadly that meant that Snow was often left to herself a lot, resulting in her being very lonely.
Snow was often lonely at times when Charming had gone, there were times when she had begged him to let her go with him, but his favorite excuse always was that he was afraid something would happen to her and he wasn't exactly going to let that happen. So again she was alone. Some times she would get the occasional visit from one of her old friends but it just never was enough, none of these visits could take the place of being with her husband.
So although she loved her husband very much what she really missed was having him there with her in their marriage bed, she wanted a baby with him, she desperately wanted to be a mother but with Charming being gone so often their sex life was only happening like once every month or two. Was Charming ever going to care enough to be with her rather then always with his friends?
She wanted him, wanted him in her bed! All she ever did was silently wish every night that he would come home today. And would be disappointed with each day that he did not return to her. Sometimes when she was really lonely she would find herself crying and just aching for company, for somebody to be in her bed at night, to help her chase away the loneliness, to be there with her in the darkest hour.
Sometimes she found herself really worrying about his health wondering if the man was okay, wondering if her sweet Prince was riding back to her even at that moment. This time he had been gone for so long and she was really getting more and more lonely.
Where was Charming? Where is my baby, aren't I important to you anymore? When are you coming home? Snow found herself wondering and asking.
But when Charming came home, Snow never complained to him about the times when he was gone, she bore her loneliness in silence and with dignity. She wasn't one to complain, instead she preferred to enjoy the moment when he was at home with her.
Some times when he came home he would take a good bath, and then he would come to her and they would retire early so they could enjoy each others company. But then the next morning he would ride off with the boys again on another wild ogre hunt.
That day she cleaned the house, clean the tables, aired out their bed, and even tried to read a few books, but she was soon reading a really good romance novel and some time while she had been reading she found herself growing increasingly anxious to have sex.
She wished her husband would come home and take care of her itch for sex, she tried to check to see for sure, and sure enough she found that she was indeed wet there. She really hoped he would come home tonight to help her with her issue.
But it was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. She had long since thrown the book aside as it only added to her problem she had been alone for so long that her body was on pins and needles wanting to have sex. But the harder she tried to ignore it the more she became turned on!