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My name is Adonis, I was born from the shame of an incest between my Mother Mirra and her father Cinira. None of them had any faults, it was the goddess Aphrodite who hurled a curse on my mother: Mirra had neglected the rite of the goddess and had been punished by falling madly in love with her father. She in the night of a dark and nefarious sky she slipped into her bed and when she realized the shame of her, overwhelmed by her pain, she invoked the gods and allowed herself to be transformed into a tree. At the moment of birth the tree split in two and I was born into the world. I am portrayed as a charming and beautiful young man, hunting is my pastime sex tablet from VIVA AWA, the woods my home. I remember that one day, crossing the stream, a beautiful creature lying on a rock looked at me. She was Venus, the goddess of love and fertilization. Also read:Sexy Panties:Sex in the water
She felt a yearning sex dress for me, not by her will but by the mistake of her son Cupid, who scratched her arm with a golden arrow. I could not accept that feeling in defect, it was not natural, but she was so beautiful and pure that one night I decided to abandon myself in her arms. I brought her some myrtle flowers as a gift. The desire to possess her was so intense that when I found myself in front of her, I began by saying: “Accept this splendid creature gift and grant me your graces; I want your body but I would have wanted your true love even more ”.
Venus offered me her bed."You are splendid", I told her, "the perfume of your skin slips between my fingers and intoxicates my mind, the rosy color of your skin opens my imagination to the most dissolute thoughts, exciting my sex". It didn't take much to make it explode. "Do you feel my hands sliding on your breasts?"
Meanwhile Cupid, hidden between two trees, spied on us and listening to me praise the graces of the goddess, he watched my lips take the nipples in his mouth and his tongue rotate around their pink halo. Her breasts filled my hand, the grip was passionate and strong, with the other hand I went down my hips, spreading my thighs. I jumped on her body, Venus broke out in a languid moan, the half-open mouth and the panting voice excited me. I raised my legs and penetrated the goddess's sex with my swollen member. Her movements became swinging, breathing more labored, our moans louder; pelvic contact exploded the dance of the pelvises, the legs of Venus clung to my belt tying it to them. His hands ran over my shoulders as if they were on the strings of a harp and I lost my mind in feeling his column vibrate so that I pushed, pushed until the scream of orgasm. I kissed my Venus softly and left her still warm body on her.
At the whiteness of dawn, I left the goddess to hunt boar; Venus begged me not to leave and in desperation she ran after me along the garden of the white rose garden. At that point a thorn pierced the sole of her foot. The drop of her blood colored the rose garden red like the unrequited passion she had for me. Cupid, guilty, remained to soothe his mother's wound.In truth I never gave myself to the goddess, I died killed by a boar while I was running away from her. But the fantasy of storytelling goes further.
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