Her body danced above mine. Her breasts swayed, her hips undulated, her golden hair swung with the rhythm of my thrusts. But it was her hands which held my gaze. As she rode my cock, she moved her pale, white arms and slender hands with the grace of a dancer. We made music in the night.
She came, squeezing her inner walls along my length. The scent of her filled me. I was awash in her essence. Briny like the ocean and fragrant as the blooms of the myrtle.
Erotic images beyond imagining overwhelmed me. All of them featured her.
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Erato's Musings
RomanceI know your time is precious, especially your free time. Why not spend it jump-starting your libido? 100-word (exactly) erotic drabbles from Greek and Roman mythology (some historical "fiction" as well). Some are very sexually explicit. Adults ONLY...
