Erato Stories

Desire is the one true language that my ravenous tongue speaks upon your bare skin with...Breathes in the scent, your need perfuming us, my tongue silent, yet circling and speaking.Circling swollen nipples slowly, a soft moan as my mouth envelopes one, the vibration straight to your quickening heartbeat.I perceive the presence beyond the carnal contact….I sense the soul sparkling, melting like lava on my goosebump covered...