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Moments of Inspiration: Hard Dreaming
🕑 Added 2016-09-27 14:27:18 +0000 UTC I woke from a dream that involved the petrification of a female security guard. I don't like writing about people being punished for just doing their jobs, but it did finally inspire me to take on a small moment originally written by Ovid that I have wanted to further explore. Enjoy!***
Aglaurus’ hands were trying to keep the light fabric of her chlamys from being blown off by the wind in the doorway. She had been bathing when she saw the young man turn and head towards the house. He was beautiful, a slim build that was making quick pace along the path. Aglaurus had no time to pull her peplos over her pert breasts and full ass, so the chlamys was clinging alone to her moist skin.
There was no doubt that the young man could clearly see Aglaurus’ erect nipples through the sheer material. They were harder than Aglaurus had ever experienced before. She could also feel her lower lips puffing and moistening. She tried not to squeeze her thighs together too much as she spread her legs across the threshold, her bare feet planted squarely on the marble.
Every moment spent staring at the handsome stranger made Aglaurus hornier and hornier, as if some power of Olympus was acting on her. She licked her lips. She wanted to send a finger to her nearly dripping pussy, but directed her hand to push back her long blonde hair from her face. As she did so the wind left her locks and blew at the chlamys, exposing quite a bit of her leg before Aglaurus pulled back the material. She absolutely wanted to expose herself to this man, to have him plunge what she knew had to by an impressive cock into her hungry split, but she reminded herself that she would be seen by all the neighbors.
“What can I do for you?” Aglaurus asked the man, trying her best to strike a sexy pose in the doorway. She stopped herself from calling him “handsome stranger.”
“I’m here to see Herse,” the man replied. This was Aglaurus’ sister. Jealousy immediately welled up in Aglaurus’ chest. Herse? How could this man NOT be here for Aglaurus?
“You have no need of that think little stick,” Aglaurus pouted. She let slip part of the chlamys, letting the wind expose one of her orange-sized breasts as she moved to block the man’s passage, “I am far more worthy of admiration than she.”
“Let me by,” said the man, his sentence stern and without playfulness.
“I shall not,” Aglaurus replied, her defiance coming from her lips in a sing-song manner, “I think I shall stay here until you appreciate my beauty.”
“Then let all appreciate and admire you for all time.”
With that the man tapped Aglaurus on the tip of her exposed nipple. Instantly she drew still, not a breath or a blink accompanying the incredibly sensation of the man’s touch. Aglaurus immediately knew who this man was – he was the god Hermes. And with speed worthy of the God of Traveling Aglaurus’ supple form transformed to stone. She felt her breasts grow heavy, while their pert shape remained locked in marble. Her ass, pushed against the side of the doorway, froze forever wrapped around the wood. Her hair was now too heavy to be moved by the wind, but her stilled fingers lost their grip on the fabric and the material was blown away.
Hermes easily moved past the petrified Aglaurus and entered the house, each inch of him that brushed Aglaurus’ stone skin pushing her silenced mind into intense pleasure. As he moved away Aglaurus realized she could still see out of her marble orbs, although all her vision consisted of was the other side of the doorway and her stone breasts.
She realized she was nude, and exposed to all of her neighbors. She could still feel the last of her juices clinging to her stiff pussy. She would indeed be admired for ages to come.
She hoped.
