ÂShe was touching herself. Running her hands overÂher body. Grasping her small firm breast. Playing with the nipple, pinching it. She slid her hand slowly down her torso to rest between her legs. She spread her pink lips, and, using her middle finger, started to stimulate her clit.
ÂShe was trying to imagine that what she was reading was really happening to her. Without much success. (She wasnt even wet yet) And what was she reading? A romance novel. She hated romance novels. She didnt see how any woman could get off to this cheasy smut. Of course; she wasnt just any woman either. Besides. Her fantasies were of a somewhat. . .
Â"Oh, fuck it" she moaned in frustration. Closing her book and her legs, she stood up and put on a long black robe. Silk. So thin it was almost transparent. She tied the belt loosley around her waist. With book in hand she crossed the room, flung open the French doors, and stepped out onto the balcony. She sighed. "This is ridiculous. " She glanced at the book, then tossed it into the alley. The rats would have far better use for it than she.
ÂThe night was clear. The cool breeze caressed her skin. Her nipples hardened. She raised her face heavenward. "Oh! Why couldnt they exist?!?" She leaned against the railing, now lost in contemplation.
ÂAs if in answer, a sudden gust of wind blew open her robe and wrapped around her exposed body; swirling around her breasts, making her nipples harden anew. So hard they were almost painful. She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden chill. Then gasped again as pleasure shot through her body from this icy embrace.
ÂPerhaps. . . . .
ÂUnbeknown to her, however, the Gods had nothing to do with this night's amusements. A silent dark figure lounged on the roof directly above the balcony. "How interesting" he murmured; and was a bit surprised to find that his cock had begun to swell against the confines of his tight black pants.
ÂÂ He had stumbled upon her one restless night whilst prowling the city. She had been confessing her fantasies to the night. Believing that the Gods held her in confidence.
Â"I think that I will give the Gods the night off. Yes. Worry not, my pretty little human. Your prayer shall be answered. Though it will be I and not the Gods who will be doing the answering. "
.Seulment les adultes!
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