In my youth and early adulthood, I thought love was growing up together, marrying, buying that dream house, having babies, yardwork on Saturday, and church on Sunday. Commitment and vows held supreme value and gravitas.

The Rose lifted on tiptoe, relishing their contrasting size as she pressed her body against his stalwart frame, discovering against her thigh the magnificence straining behind the course material of his jeans. Mindlessly, The Rose tilted her head to the left as the Knight’s lips left faint prints on her bared flesh. She sighed at…

One tends to think that with the passing of time, our bodies become less controllable, yet as I reflect, it appears that no matter the age, our bodies do not always respond according to the will of our minds.

Persephone fractured into starlight. Every pore ruptured in piercing orgasmic glory. She gritted her teeth, jaws clenched as she fought to maintain the tether between body and soul.

I am gliding through the mystical temple, judiciously balancing on my 5″ heels. Clad in sheer crimson, I marvel at the beauty and grace around me. The sacred temple rings with the sounds of merrymaking and salacious love.

Have you ever had to be silent while being intimate with a lover? I do not mean muffled moans and hushed groans. That would be far too easy. Oh no, I speak of being unequivocally mute with no exclamations or cries of, “Yes, yes, yes!”

My hand hesitated on the door while my peripheral vision began to blur and darken. Her hand on my arm, my Inner Goddess whispered reminders of My Titan’s exact words, the written proof of his assurances, trust, and respect. My heart refused to beat.

With amorous dedication, he licked the outer flesh of my goddess and up the cliff of each thigh. In the throws of cumming, my Inner Goddess wondered if we had transformed into some sugar confection as Tuesday poured his ardent attention on my goddess.

Gods have mercy! Aurelius was girthier than my own wrist….no matter how determinately I tried, I could only swallow a quarter of his length, his immutable head filling my throat.

Deftly, Hephaestus slipped his fingers into my waistband and whisked my shorts down and off my toes, tossing them nonchalantly behind him. I bit my lip in wanton anticipation. Licks and caresses laced my abdomen. His massive hands pushed the lace material of my shirt up, exposing the white flesh of my breasts.