Once upon a time there lived a King with the most beautiful mind that ever was. His mind was so regal, so majestic that it was universally known. So much so, that if a man were to be walking down a path and he was to overhear a lady speak to her companion about something beautiful, and he was to see she and her companion touch the thing of beauty and hold it to the light to see it sparkle or shimmer or shine, that man would know without question that the lady had gotten that thing from the King.
Everyone lived to find pleasure in the King’s eyes. The King lived to find pleasure for his eyes. And his mouth. And his ears. And his nose. And his Kingdom. The dominion below his throne.
Above his Kingdom, this King, he slept.
While he slept, he dreamt, and while he dreamt he slept and he filled to full his big, empty fish bowl belly of pleasure upon pleasure of clear liquid lust. All he saw he licked and ate, and all he ate he loved. With dawn he rose all covered in dew of spilling over licked up lust. His belly was full; it was filled past filling and his skin leaked it out like sweat. All he saw he licked and ate, and from his throne he saw it all.
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