Snow White and Seven Dwarfs Chapter 2

‘The girl who cried come’

Three weeks into her marriage, Snow Patel sat opposite her mirror with a look of bewilderment on her face, a tear partially formed in the corner of her eye.

‘Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why am I in the midst of a sexual fall?
Though I love him so, my husband isn’t Brad Pitt
Three weeks in and I’m already having to fake it.’

To which the Mirror replied:

‘You are fair and beautiful and wise
So it comes as no surprise
That the vagina that you bare
Has given your husband a bit of a scare.
Penetration is oh so key
I should know, so just ask me
Find the g spot and off you go
Until then, he’ll have to make do with a show.’

It wasn’t so much that the Prince was a selfish lover. In fact, he thrusted into Snow with a lustful urgency that she could feel his desire ripple through her body. The problem lay in the fact that he was premature in his ejaculation. And men being men, once he had squirted his load, he was ready to fall into a deep sleep, leaving Snow with her fingers firmly rubbing her clit under the Laura Ashley Duvet. What would Mrs Ashley think?!

The first few times Snow rubbed herself during the sex and guided the Prince’s fingers to her soft centre before gently grinding in rhythm until she came. As the Prince grew more and more premature, she found herself trying harder to come at the same time as he did. And, like many girls, she found that a scream followed by an ooh aah yes was entirely convincing. It was true, sometimes she wasn’t thinking about sex even as she did it, instead she wondered what the Maid might cook for tomorrow’s supper. There was a lovely joint of lamb in the fridge.
And so it continued, night after night, having to rely on her clit to provide her with satisfactory relief whilst her husband took her from behind and popped his tube to the sounds of her fake orgasm.

It was strange but Snow refused to ask the Prince to finish her off. She found faking it was so much easier. And then she could finish herself off properly in her own good time. As long as the Prince came that was the most important thing. She was a giver was Snow. Until the Wicked Step Mother appeared in her dream and changed all that, that is…

‘Silly girl! How can you sit there and rub yourself to sleep. I’ve always thought you were too polite for your own good and although we’ll never get along, I can share some wise words of advice with you. Sex should be a two way thing. That’s right, you need to get off just as much as he does. For once in your life do something extraordinary and tell him that you’re not coming. Tell him that he needs to try harder.’

And she was gone. As quick as she had appeared. Snow woke that night in a cold sweat. A life full of forced orgasms was definitely not the way forward she concluded. And in the middle of the night as the Prince snored beside her she turned him over, woke him, and explained in the politest way she could that he wasn’t satisfying her.

‘What?!’ he screamed. ’You mean you’ve been lying all this while? I can’t believe you’d lie to me like that.’

The following four nights were tough on their relationship. Even though he tried so hard to make Snow come, something she appreciated, each time she came he refused to believe that she had. In fact, he insured she made at least three moaning sounds before he spewed his own cream. Snow Patel had become the girl who cried come too many times. And now, the world refused to believe her when she did and she was forced to have multiple orgasms, a mixture of fake and real ones in order to please her husband.

And just as she was beginning to feel the situation get better , the Prince received a letter requiring his services in battle against the neighbouring Kingdom.

As she kissed him farewell, the Prince promised to return a better lover.

Little did he know that as he strode into the early sunlight, a carriage parked up against the Castle next to theirs. And as he stepped outside of the carriage, Snow caught a glimpse of the most erotic man she had set eyes on.