With the first droplets of rain, he grabbed my horse's reins and led us to a cave hidden in the deep woods. Embraced within his strong arms, I melted under the heat of his desire. I fought this foreign prince and what was to come. My husband's memory was a fresh wound--the passing of time had not eased the pain.
His lips touched mine. An electric shiver of charged lightning danced across my flesh and against my will, I offered him my body and soul. We were married before wild nature, the goddess our witness, the grotto our marriage bed.
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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...
