A stream of golden liquid fell from gaps in the roof to puddle in the valley of my breasts. With single-minded purpose it trailed a wet path across the plain of my stomach to my thicket of dense black hair. My breath hitched and I shivered as droplets fell like honey to settle on the peaked tip of my clitoris. Suspended, I felt the pull of gravity, so strong this high above the earth in my tower, on each pendulous bead. Each drop fell, as everything will—including kings—to gather along the seam of my petals.
He was coming.
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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...
