Rosanna Leo

Um. I__ really good at first aid. Like, the best._ He was the god of healing, after all. He__ better be good at fucking first aid!

Sweetie,_ Dino said, coming over to put his arm around her shoulder. He tipped her head up and looked into her eyes with great empathy. __ou can__ fuck a statue. At least not at that angle. You__ at least have to tip it onto its back first, and as a conservator, I can__ recommend it.

No more men. I swear it. They__e nothing but trouble. Them, and their damned penises.

With a shaking hand, he reached for his cock, and stroked it slowly from base to tip. Clearly, prayer time was over.

God Lord, give me strength. Please keep the local firefighters away from me. Keep me out of the path of hardened abs and tall men in uniform, for they are bastards, one and all. Amen

Lord, she really hoped that was his penis and that Greek gods didn__ pad their briefs.

She opened one eye. __he goddess Artemis is going to talk to the supreme god Zeus _ about me?_ __up._ She closed her eyes again. ____ so not okay.

It was his vocation to pleasure as many women as possible, in pursuit of his own pleasure. It was as close to a job as he got.

Apollo. I__ the fucking Lord of the Underworld. Do you honestly think I need to get my jollies by lying to others? I can think of so many better things to do.

There was something about the man that was throwing her right off, and it had everything to do with the boner in his pants.