The water of the Hellespont sluiced from lean muscles as he hauled himself from the foamy waves. Yanking his fingers through dark strands, he sent moonlit droplets glittering in the vastness like stars. His face split, the cockeyed grin igniting my cheeks. Slender-toed footprints trailed his long strides as he rushed to embrace me. He pulled me to the sand, wrists caught in his hands, lips crushed to mine.
Wind tossed my thick mane around our undulating bodies. The tide surged, white-tipped, steaming on our flesh as dawn lightened the horizon We couldn't stop. We would drown in this rapture.
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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...
