The Greek god Eros was the god of desire. It was said that when he cast his eyes and his touch upon any mortal woman, she would be overwhelmed and consumed with an insatiable desire for him and only him.

All my life I had waited for someone to arouse the desire that I could feel smoldering inside me. I graduated with honors, I was captain of my cheerleading team, and I was voted “best looking” and “most likely to succeed” by my peers. I’ve met and dated many handsome, powerful, and wealthy men, including a famous movie star. No one stirred me. When I married I was a virgin, and even after my divorce, my passions still seemed asleep — until I met him.

The very first time I was with him, I felt an immediate trust and we talked as if we had known each other for years. We went out for a business dinner at a fancy restaurant, and I felt an immediate alliance that I did not question — an alliance that would become intimate and pleasurable. The first night we were together, I cried, fearing my lack of sexual experience would matter. But learning to please him mattered above all else. Words could never describe all that he does to me.

There was something in his eyes and smile that touched my very soul. His eyes held me spellbound and seemed to look through to my most hidden thoughts. His body was hard and beautiful. His smile made me quiver with a hot longing that claimed every part of my body. When his lips touched mine, he was in complete command — I could deny him nothing. I would obey his every whim. I wanted to tell him how very much I wanted him, but his mouth still had possession of me. He touched me as no one ever had before. His lips and fingers allowed no words. My body tingled and throbbed with an indescribable ecstasy that I never wanted to end.

When his cock stroked deep and hard inside me, I thought that was where I wanted him most. The urge was overwhelming, but suddenly I realized I wanted to feel his smooth, hard cock fill my mouth, and I wanted to taste him more and more. But I had never taken anyone in my mouth before — not even my former husband — The more we made love, the hotter I became for him. I was obsessed with his lips, his touch — and his cock — it was so incredible to me, I asked him if I could name it.

When I think of him, my pulse races madly, and when I close my eyes, I can feel him. My nipples become hard, and my pussy is so wet I can easily slip my fingers inside me. His lips on my breasts set my whole body on fire, his muscled chest and hard legs pressed against me bring me within a hair’s breadth of coming. His mouth and tongue tasted me, and passion took me over the edge of ecstasy more times than I can remember. When he parted my thighs, his fingers found my button of sensuality. I heard moaning coming from me that I never thought possible.

I knew that it was time to take part of him into me. I slowly traced his stomach with my tongue and teasingly licked his cock very lightly. My tongue went between his thighs as I hungrily caressed his balls and, finally, took him into my mouth. The more I sucked him, the more I wanted to. I could feel his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer and closer until his hard cock filled my mouth. The excitement was consuming every fiber of my being, and I sucked him until he exploded in my mouth. The taste of him made me drunk with desire, and I swallowed every drop of his sweet elixir. It was then that I knew I had found my own Greek god and that I had been deliciously overwhelmed and consumed.