You know me, or one like me, the burning fire evident in our eyes, in our enjoyment of things of the sensual nature. We are were. Not the horrible monsters of your fairy tales, told by nervous mothers to children who they wish never to loose to the pleasures of their so called "sins" of the flesh. Puritans. We are simply a slight genetic step away from human...
All characters are 18 years of age or older. Constructive feedback welcomed. --- Thomas stood at the mouth of the cave for quite some time. Back over his shoulder, the path he traveled that morning tempted him to reconsider. Good time was made in his blind ambition, the sun not having fully risen yet. Nobody would know he had gone. He could still go back...
Eros heaved a deep sigh, and entered his mother's temple. He must be truly, hopelessly bored to come here on his own, he thought. "Eros!" He turned, and saw his mother coming across the garden. She wore a long, sheer gown of sparkling white, with gold rope crossing her breasts and around her neck. Her dark hair hung loose over her shoulders. "Hello, Moth...
The drive to the station was unnerving, traffic uncooperative, and she already had a headache. After parking the car and dragging her luggage to the check-in counter, she felt completely exhausted, so it wasn’t too surprising when she snapped at the mere mention of a delay in the arrival of her train. Across the terminal, amidst the crowd of travelers, he w...
Ever since I was a child, my head had been in the clouds. Everywhere I heard voices, whisperings, and felt the presence of invisible ones. Sometimes I would feel tiny prickling's on my cheeks as I ran through the forest. The lake would sparkle and murmur to me of ancient mysteries. My favorite maple tree would lean down on a warm day and fan me with one of i...
Golden Arrows RedHairedandFriendly © Author's Note : This story is my 2012 submission for the Literotica Valentine Day Contest. Please read, vote, and comment – one vote per reader. Thanks so much for your time and I hope you enjoy this new version of the makings of the special holiday. ~ Red Violet eyes stared down at the altar that was once again bare....
CHAPTER 8: The Butterfly Lucifer leaned against one of the standing stones, his back to the scene in its center. He could hear her moans, whimpering, sweet gasps of delightful surprise as Pan slowly traced tiny foreign patterns over her flesh with his fingertips, touching her in no other way. Herne was curled about her, cradling her curvy yet petite body to...
We all know the ancient Greek gods all live on Mount Olympus and as long as they remain on the mountaintop stay immortal. However, what many do not know is that every two or three hundred years they are allowed a pass to our world. Still, most of us know that the first time Eros came to visit, following instructions from his mother, he was to destroy Psyche'...
Eros was the god of love. His weapon of romance: the arrow. His mother was the god renowned for her beauty, Venus. Venus held her beauty as the most precious treasure, and protected it with the ferocity of a mother bear, far more than she ever protected her child. And she would try to destroy anything that threatened her treasure, which was what prompted the...
"Ahhhh Fuck -- fuck me! Uuuhhnnnn -- fuck me hard!" Leaning back with a self-satisfied smile on his face, Eros was quite enjoying his day. The God of sexual desire was watching TV with one hand resting behind his head and the other tangling in the brown locks of a beautiful maid of his mansion as he guided her head while she sucked almost reverently on his...