Taurus wants a sex story (Page 2)

You got it virg_goki, plenty more where that came from. Unfortunately they don't allow much room in the postings. Rest assured I'll think of something. leaving it hanging in mid-air is part of the great tease of them though. 😉 Mmmm, there are 2 or 3 more tidbits on another thread. I'll go find those and let you know where they are.

https://www.dxpnet.com/opinion/astrology/erogenous-zones-by-sign-1900866/
There's something to whet your whistle on while I think of something. 🙂

*curtseying deeply and blowing a kiss* Thank you. 🙂 —

"Rain again'', she thought and sighed. Lazily she traced her finger over the window glass, drawing his name. Embellishing it with a heart. She never minded the rain. It suited her temperament. Her deep connection with the earth. Always a gift in her opinion. The rain falling down to imbue the ground with life. The Wheel turning as it always has. As it always should.
Lovingly she leaned forward and blew breath on the pane, watching the spark grow until his name was emblazoned deep within the glass. Old magic. She couldn't wait to shed her skin again and take flight. To soar the skies and roar down the sun for her mate. His true name was hers alone. She, the only one who had the right to claim him. And he for her. Her eyes brightened and went jade as she waited to feel the familiar ripple along her skin. There. His presence, very near now. Impatiently she tossed her head and allowed the change, woman to great Dragon. Scale and claw, wings diaphanous in the dim light. She felt a living rainbow, every color swirling within and without as she put on a burst of speed and took to the air. Soaring and careening, heart beat erratic in sheer joy at being alive. Showing off now, doing tricks, knowing no mortal eye could see her thus. She heard a rumbling laugh at her hi jinx, and her whole being burst into light, into fire. "Oh sure" she laughingly sent back "watch your woman play while you are picking your teeth with penned in creatures. Typical, very typical." The answering mental grin was all she needed and doing a sinuous tailspin she landed in front of him with a flourish. "You are quite beautiful you know, conceited ox.", she shimmered the thought at him while her neck began a slow entwining with his. "And you grow more lovely. Mine own." She hummed low in her throat with pleasure and sent a small ripple of flame down his back. "Not playing fair again I see", he dryly quipped, and nipped the back of her neck and held her fast. Immediately she hurled mental images of their mating at him, one after another, blending in color and intensity. Weaving the pattern of them both, over the millennium. "And what could you possibly be after mate?" he inquired, heat rippling down her body.
Great gods and goddesses she did so love their mental link. What he felt, she felt, and it increased their mating tenfold, a thousandfold. He in her mind, she in his. Feeling her arousal, the slick folds deep within her spasming as he took her.

And she feeling him, hard as stone and eager to spill his seed. Every thought tinged in deepest, darkest lust firing her blood. What he wanted her to do before she did it. A mirror held up to one another.
They both took to the air, soaring up higher and higher, only to careen into each other. Giving chase, their cries trumpeting across the sky. He startled a brace of geese in formation, and she laughing put on a burst of speed. Dipping above and below clouds, in and out of sight, the merest glimmer of her silky hide giving away her position. "How about a bit of role play this evening Beloved? We join as humans this night." His answer was deep, wicked, and she thrilled to it.

( to be continued, mental siesta )

Writing..we do that.