My music tutor today was... distracting. He kept leaning over my shoulder to correct my fingering, his breath warm on my neck. All I could think about was how his strong hands would feel gripping my hips instead of guiding mine on the keys, how his mouth would taste instead of his patient instructions. The royal harp is a beautiful instrument, but today all its strings felt like they were vibrating straight through my pussy. I'm sitting here in my chambers, still throbbing, imagining his cock replacing those elegant melodies with something far more primal. Is it terrible that I want my lessons to include more than just music?