He fondled my breasts with his weather-hardened hands, kneading the globes until I bit my lip to stop from screaming. Too many lonely months spent alone in the hills with the sheep. Faustulus was a rough lover, pounding away at me like a ram in rut.
The twins, squalling a few feet away, were named after my bosom. Romulus and Remus, found on the banks of a river. Despite appearing so human, I believed them half-breeds. The gods' punishment for his affairs with the ewes. It was the only sense I could make of the howling wolf stalking our doorstep.
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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...
