More Michael is Mars, Nikita is Venus :
From the balcony the early morning sun could be seen raising in the horizon, welcoming the sailboats as they bobbed in the blue waters of the Tyrrhamien Sea, which stretched lazily along the Italian coast before merging seamlessly with the Mediterranean.
Anyone heard of that sea? Google didn't recognize it, and I'm curious.
The sheet covering her nude torso slipped down allowing her perky breasts to harden with the contact with the warm morning air. Venus, the goddess of love and protector of sailors
I'm willing to bet that's not her only acquaintance with sailors.
“That you are Nikita… the goddess of love. Tell me what happened, did we get snared in the net by your husband?” Michael said as she giggled because he was replicating some of the moves the god of war had used on Aphrodite.
“We invented passion Michael - we had the first recorded climax in the history of mankind.”
“How many times?” He said, laughing at his wife who was seriously recounting her dream.
“Very funny Michael… and the Trojans I met were not rubbers either.”
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“Michael what is this all about? I though you were taking him to a whore house, where did he wind up?”
“He lost his virginity Nikita don’t worry about that, but while I waited for him to finish…” Michael said and Nikita interrupted.
“Ugggh, too much information… I can’t believe I allowed you to indulge him in this way to start with…” Nikita argued.
“You said, 'See what Adam wants for his 16th birthday', and Adam said he wanted to get laid… how else was I supposed to please you both?” Michael smirked at his wife.
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