"The future is yours."
Sweet words, spoken in love. His breath was whispered promises and sighed pleas. It tiptoed across the whorls of my ear and I moaned as the ecstasy of that alone brought me to the very edge of orgasm.
His palms roamed my naked breast, kneading them with the gentle pressure of hands which knew how to evoke the softest music from any instrument. My skin trembled with the chords of his love. His cock pressed to my slit, eliciting the deepest whimpers as he drove his shaft within my folds. I sang.
I was his oracle.
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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...
