@regardstosoulandromance, your Santa has a gift for you!


Hello, Regards! It is I, Your Rumbelle Christmas in July Santa! I come, via the RCIJ blog, bearing a stocking stuffer to hold you over until you gift can be delivered on the 25th! BTW, this has no relation to your gift, just a random ficlet!

Belle threw her head back as the next orgasm rolled through her body. The sounds escaping her throat had long stopped having meaning as Rumpelstiltskin’s tongue continued it’s onslaught of her clit. Even now she could feel the next orgasm building and wanted noting more then to touch him, but she knew it wasn’t allowed.

From the moment she had come to the Dark Castle to work for Rumpelstiltskin, there had been a tension between them. Fro weeks it persisted until one day as she was dusting one of the many objects in the Great Hall, He appeared behind her. His hands on her hips, he stepped so close that she could feel all of him pressed against her.

“You know why you are here, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear.

Her answer was breathy.


“Good.” He took her hands and placed them on the pedestal in front of her. “Don’t move them.”

She nodded and he pulled her hips back, grounding his erection against her behind, before getting on his knees in front of her. She watched him watch her face as he slowly pulled up her skirt and removed her drawers. Once she was bared to him, he applied his tongue to her core in a way she had never dreamed of. She still wasn’t too sure how long it was before the pleasure overtook her that first time, but since then, every couple of days, he would find her and bring her unthinkable pleasure before disappearing to his tower.

But one day of the week, he would have a different look in his eye as he approached her. Those days he would lay her out in front of the fireplace and bury his face between her legs for hours, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, until she passed out, only for her to awaken when another one was ripped from her form.

As months of this passed, she wanted more. She wanted to pull him over her, into her. To suck on his tongue as he thrust deep into her, to give her something to clench around as he pleasured her. But one one time she tried, twined her hands in his hair, he stopped as her hands were yanked upwards and bound with invisible string. In punishment, he kept her on the edge of orgasm for the rest of the night.

As the next orgasm blasted through her, she thought that sacrificing herself to the beast to save her village was one of the best idea she’d ever had.

Here is the most recent photo of my beloved and beautiful padded bf, Alex.. Here he is getting ready to start his day. He doesn’t  know the meaning of a single or thin diaper.

   I love him so much!


don’t you think the blue-boxer briefs adds to his charm?


It’s ME! 

It’s been years since I’ve made a video. 

Stuffed full of donuts, about to explode, and horny…