Erato’s Misadventures – A Goddess’ Desire
Heat flowed throughout my body, starting from my center and radiating through every cell. I felt desperate and anxious and kept feeling the whisper of his lips against mine.
Erato Misadventures
Erato’s Misadventures – Hello, Stepmother
“What in HADES have you done, Erato!” It wasn’t even a question. Hera’s demands slammed into me with such force that I stepped back again and again
Erato’s Misadventures – Who Dun It?
Giving Nike a wet dream was childish and no one hated her enough to stoop that low. It was almost as if it were done on accident. “So who has the power to do something like that accidentally?”
Erato’s Misadventures – Nite, Nite, Nike
I brought my knees up to my chest. I thought of all the things that had been happening. I thought about what everyone had told me about these feelings and sensations.
Erato’s Misadventures – Hera’s Frustration
Never one to back down from a power play, he shot a lightning bolt directly at my face, waiting until the very last breath to divert it so that it slides like butter into the wall next to my cheek.
Erato’s Misadventures – Moxie to the Rescue!
“Perhaps he’ll get the idea that summer vacation is just what he needs right now. Though I may just amuse myself with this fine specimen that is turning our Nike’s head.”
Erato’s Misadventures – Breathless Flame
He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up and placed my legs around his waist. Holding my back, it arched as he kissed the center of my neck and without thought, my wings unfurled.
Erato’s Misadventures – After Hours
I dropped my robe to the floor, grabbed the lightning bolt tie I demanded that he wear, and pulled him to our oversized mahogany bed.
Erato’s Misadventures – What’s Happening to Me?
“Nike, I know you have never been in a romantic relationship. What you are feeling is very natural.”
Erato’s Misadventures – Nike’s Dream
My eyes were closed, when I felt a presence near me I opened my eyes and he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped around his waist. Dripping wet. My heart was racing now. I bit my lip.
Erato’s Misadventures: The Tragedy of Erato: A Monologue
I suppose it’s like sex on the beach – better in theory than in practice unless you’re well prepared or you really, really like sand. Maybe a cell would be sexier if the bed was softer and the heating worked.
Erato’s Misadventures – Prologue
I’d also like to be very clear, if everyone involved isn’t into it, it’s not erotic. It’s not sex. There are plenty of other words for it, use one of them. Need a clear analogy? I can hit you with a frying pan, but that doesn’t make it cooking.