Hearts racing, we fought each other to the finish line
I rocked above him, straddling his lean hips and balanced on my strong feet. My fingernails dug into the sinewy flesh of his shoulder. Under me, he thrust hard and high, every muscle in his legs straining with the effort to beat me to the end. He had no golden apples hidden within the folds of his tunic this time. No shiny baubles to distract me. The rush of our mating held my focus. Captivated.
His cock swelled within my sheath and stroked along my slick inner folds. Almost there...
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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...
