My panting breath was stifled in the disguise. I could barely see from the eye holes. My skin was damp with sweat, my legs and arms aching from the effort to hold on the wooden bed.
But my sheath was satisfied. My heart rejoiced. The bull behind me thrust wildly, pleasurably punishing me for my husband's failure to honor the sea god properly. His long cock pounded repeatedly into my womb. Whatever pain I had first felt had long since passed. This was the ride of my life. I welcomed the animal's come as he grunted and bellowed his completion.
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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...
