Dirty Little Secrets
The Dirty Little Secret Of Charles Brandon
He couldn’t take his eyes of the sight in front of him. A sight he would associate with a beautiful woman. But it wasn’t a beautiful woman, it was his King.
His king reclined in the bathtub. His body illuminated by the dim candles surrounding him. His blue eyes closed. A smirk formed on the king’s lips.
“I hope you don’t mind coming in while I bathe Charles,” The King said, “it’s just these cramps.”
Charles couldn’t find the words to speak. His face became pale. Sweat beams formed on his forehead. His mouth kept moving but nothing came out. His body was now shaking. This wasn’t him, he loved women! He knew that everyone else knew that.
Then why was he staring at his king and becoming sexually attracted to him?
“Charles, are you alright?” The king said again jerking Charles out of reality.
Charles looked to the floor.
“Please excuse me,” he just whispered.
And before the king could say anything else, Charles was out the door.