The "god" was kneading my thighs with warm, isistent hands, prying them apart. I spread my legs. "Kronos," I began, and I didn't even recognize the sound of my voice--that was as far as I got! He was on me, no, in me, filling me. I threw my head back, half out of my mind. What kind of man? I wondered. It was all I could do to wrap my legs about him and try to match his rhythm,which was like thundering hoof-falls, like the beating of my own heart. My hands pressed against his powerful chest, until he caught, first one wrist, then the other. I was pinned to the floor (had he thought this necessary? I was far from struggling!)hopelessly being ridden out of my mind by this, this Horseman!
I was being carried away with the roughness, the abruptness, of his rude sex. "Oh, Goddess, oh, oh god, oh Kronosssss," I moaned.
My eyes rolled up in my head, and I went quite senseless.
(Okay, am I going too far? Cause, if I could blush.......)
Posted on Apr 4, 1999, 8:29 PM from IP address 209.71.57.30