Standing before me, her offer tempted. Her hips sashayed, her lashes fluttered, her skin glowed, her rouged nipples peaked. But my gaze was drawn to her full, dark, oiled bush. Beneath flowed the source of her wealth and power. Her desire. Not only for me but for Rome.
That fertile crescent beckoned to me. She was Egypt. I was Rome. She was a queen and goddess. I was a mortal descendant of Venus. Our union would be blessed. Our child -- dare I plow her furrowed field? -- destined for greatness.
Still, a dagger hung above us. A viper waiting to strike.
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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...
