Erotic Short Stories

I wanted him to thrust me open with his etheric sword of light, to rip every shred of me to pieces in ecstatic rapture, to leave me in ruins on a bed of moss. The aroma of his  sweat carried in the warm air, earthy musk, a hint of smoke and metallic spice. I licked my lips, imagining what he must taste like.

It was silent apart from the horny owls tweeting.   My bare skin gleamed pearly white under my hooded cloak. Wisps of silver cloud...