YESSSSS I AM BACK….
To all: I am eternally grateful to all for continued support and gentle bumps.
I am so sorry this took longer than expected.
The original was lost in the computer crash so this version has changed somewhat.
I hope you enjoy there is more heat to come.
The Temptation of Greece
Part 5 of ?
Liz smiled as she awoke. The day was already half gone as she stretched and rolled over in her bed, her very empty bed. She felt around with her hands, in a dazed dream, half expecting to find something, someone, not one but two. It was then that her mind became fully awake as her eyes opened fully and she saw herself alone.
She sat up in bed, curling the sheets about her, as she brought her head into her arms. Was it all a dream? Some of ouzo induced delusion? Liz shook her head. No. She could still feel their lips upon her body, their scent on her sheets, their faces in her eyes. It had to be real, it was the first time she had felt alive, she could not bear if it was not true. She did not wish to go back to that cold sterile academic life, to go back to where she began.
She sighed and wiped a small tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. She slowly got out of bed and headed for the shower. The water felt fresh against her skin, replenishing it, in a sense it made her whole against as if in a sense she had been baptized into a new existence. She stepped out and covered herself in a towel as she wiped off in front of the large plate glass mirror.
As she took the towel off her head, she was shocked to she herself. She did not look mousy. Instead she glowed, almost radiated confidence, a youthful essence was shown through. She looked again at herself. It was really her, she could not believe how much she had changed, she actually looked beautiful.
She continued to gaze into the mirror as it began to twist and turn. The images forming were not of her now, dripping wet, but of the night before, scenes of lust, of love, of rapture. She reached out in the air as she once again could feel Zan’s naked chest, detailing with her fingers his finely sculpted pectorals, his firm biceps as he held her tight. From the back she felt Max as he enveloped her, his hard chest pressed against her shoulders, his steel cock against the small of her back. She could see herself standing there naked, then three of them, a trio of intertwined flesh.
She watched as she laid upon the bed, moaning as she relived those moments, those erotic hours that developed, that inflamed her soul, that awakened the woman inside her. Awakening her into a new being, into a new part of herself - that sexual part that all women should be aware of, to delight in, to control their destiny. To determine with whom to share their heart, soul and body.
She stood there mesmerized by the mirror as it showed her secrets, her desires, her wants, displaying her most eloquently in the glory of being a woman. Once again she was tracing the fertility symbols, the complex design that ran down Zan’s back. Words, ancient in their meaning, inducing sexual potency, something he certainly had no trouble in creating. He was able to go on and on with no problem.
She felt warm inside as she remembered him inside her, her walls had tightened hard against him, not wanting to lose neither him nor the sensation. In fact, she did not want to lose either of them, she could also still feel Max. He had invaded her very essence, taking with him her soul.
Liz shut her eyes trying got get herself under control. Last night had not been a dream, but real. She opened them again and there she was, on all fours as Max fucked her from behind, filling her with each stroke as she lavished attention on Zan. “Damn” the word escaped her mouth, silently. That sight was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. The look in the boys’ eyes was incredible, they were concentrating on her pleasure, the overall concept, the joining of the three of them.
She closed her eyes again, as she leaned heavy upon the counter. Her breath was short, as the need to be in their arms again overtook her. Finally she opened her eyes to see herself staring back at the mirror. For some odd reason that she could not explain, she started giggling and smiling as she dried off and dressed.
She walked back into the bedroom where she saw a vase of roses on the table, with a scroll bounded in a red ribbon. She felt the petals’ soft velvet folds, inhaling deeply the rich full scent. Liz remembered all the love she felt through the previous night’s escapades. How the twins made her feel as if she was the only woman on earth, the only one that mattered, how she was special, unique to them.
She picked up the scroll, feeling the texture of the parchment. She was amazed as she undid the ribbon letting it fall to the floor curling into a soft S shape. Upon this ancient form of communication, this sheet of parchment, were words written with a loving hand, calligraphy so fine, so elegant the style itself drew her in.
<center> Our erotas, our love
We wait for you near the temple of Aphrodite
Desire that is ours to be released again
Meet us at the temple this afternoon
Let us indulge your fantasies
Lets us worship at your altar
Lets us make you our love incarnate
To you we give our eternal flame
Our devotion, our eros
Max and Zan
Liz read the letter over and over. She could not stop smiling, then walking to the phone she called for the concierge to arrange a car to drive her to the Temple of Aphrodite.