“Please don’t fall asleep now” he spoke softly as he held her naked body in his arms. “Stay up with me, stay with me” he sounded concerned now.
“I’m awake don’t worry” she giggled “I was just meditating a little bit Shane, relax, I’m not going anywhere. I am completely naked on your body nothing could possibly make me leave” she gazed at him, pushing her hair out of her face.
He grinned a mighty grin. Damn he liked the sound of that.
She sat up on him, practically displaying her medium sized breasts in front of his face, in fact her whole body was just easy to gaze at. He noticed two birth marks on either side of her thighs close to her vagina. He saw a few on her back before too, they looked just like Orion’s belt, the sign of a goddess.
“Your?” he gulped but still held his gaze, looking even more into her eyes then he ever had before “Your Aphrodite… your different then regular girls, so very different”
She sighed and looked at him admirably, then laughed “Good guess but I’m actually not Aphrodite.. my real name is Juliet, I die in the end” she bit her lip so as not to look suspicious but he saw right threw it anyway
They laughed joyously, she always felt more herself completely naked, maybe she was Aphrodite. But of what use is a goddess to a human? goddesses carry so many broken pieces inside them from humans sadness and negative emotions which sometimes leads them to become quite useless to the rest of the world but Shane didn’t see that, he knew who she was from the moment their eyes met nervously.
“Aphrodite doesn’t have dark brown redish hair” she said confidently, still letting him study every part of her. “Besides.. dream girls don’t exist completely, no one could possibly find that, you only find Aphrodite when you find true love and true love has to be worked for and both people have to want it otherwise it’s a waste of a perfectly good heart”
“Whose to say I haven’t found Aphrodite my dear?” he asked her, already knowing the answer.
She was speechless. Then she said “I’m never going to be perfect for anyone, perfection is a made up word and it has nothing to do with love. Love is everything to me, it should be to the other person too and if…”
She couldn’t go on any longer, he had already passionately, lovingly, romantically put his lips against hers and kissed her like no one had ever kissed her before. She saw more the just fireworks, she saw visions, her powers or gifts were getting stronger as his hold got tighter.
She wouldn’t let them have sex since she didn’t really know what the hell they actually were at the moment, she only allowed sex if a serious relationship was happening in her life and to her she didn’t know what he wanted but this whole conversation just made it obvious to her, it was much more then friendship that is for sure.
After they made out fora few hours she went back to her subject of love. Her obsession. Her passion. The one thing that she felt made her more alive, just like her paintings, in love with love, in love with creating. She could do everything creative. He enjoyed that about her.
She could act, sing, (sort of) dance, play instruments, paint, draw, doodle, write, no one was as proud of her as he was when it came to her talents.
“Love is amazing” she spoke with a sigh, feeling sexually satisfied and humanly satisfied, though sex didn’t happen it was okay, he was lucky enough to get his fingers down there
“Why do you love love so much?” he asked looking at her face to face now, breathing in each others air
“I just do. Since humans just leave me or try to destroy me… I go towards the one thing that can make me feel less alone, love, hope, nature.. people think I have this sick obsession with not being alone but the truth is.. I’ve always been alone, even with my family I’m still alone and with my friends.. I’m always the one to save myself because people are afraid of me, they are afraid of what I could do to myself or to them. Being a goddess is so hard, it’s just so hard to feel sane, to feel like I am at least close to human and not some crazy psycho bitch.. my whole life I have been told how different I am and how I never will belong someplace or with someone.. I embrace it as much as I can but it’s a struggle” She felt like she was going to cry, her eyes almost filled up with tears but she held them back from fear of rejection
“I.. I try so hard to be seen as myself and not what people call me but I’m so sensitive to everything, emotions, energies, just a simple kind word can bring me to tears now, joyful tears but tears none the less. All my life I have just wanted someone to love me, it doesn’t matter how they love me but if I can just have that love, the non stop kisses from the heart, the passion, my happiness would overflow”
she paused but it looked like he was listening intently, feeling how she felt almost, realizing it all but still adoring her just the same.
“I can’t stand broken love, for me it’s always been me who loves the most or the only one who loves, sometimes I fall so fast that they just leave me and I hit the ground.. when I hit the ground my heart breaks a little bit each time.. if I don’t find my dreams, what I’m after soon it may be too late and my heart will stop”
She started to cry now. She could never look anyone in the eyes when she cried, only herself so she put her hands over her eyes and cried.
His heart almost broke hearing her story, seeing her cry like this, she was such a beauty, even while in tears he knew she was beautiful.
He took her hands away from her face gently and put them on his back, bringing her closer to him, gazing into her sad eyes and then kissing away the tears, bringing happiness back into her soul.
He kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, from everywhere on her face to the tips of her toes. She deserves to be kissed like this, he thought, still kissing her everywhere in sight.
He put so much passion and love into those kisses, she could feel it all. That’s all she really needed was for him to kiss her like that.
“Merci” she spoke sweetly as his face met hers, this time, she kissed him back just as he had kissed her only having a little surprise for him towards his private area, which may have been a bit too far for her but she loved him so it all just made sense, he had already returned the favor more then once.
“You’re welcome my goddess” he spoke softly holding her body so close to his now, feeling the warmth of her baby soft skin, her small body it was like a dream.
She smiled at him, he loved her smile. He loved her.
AUTHORS NOTE: So I’ve been pretty inspired, I kind of got this idea from my last story, when Alice the pregnant lady is having sex daydreams about her husband Chester, so I thought I’d make a more personal story by putting a goddess twist to it and a bit of myself. Enjoy!
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