How Careless by oshun

How Careless

Some say the Muses are nine: how careless!
Look, there's Sappho too, from Lesbos, the tenth.
--Anthologia Palatina, attributed to Plato

(Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1836-1912))

“You are pushing me off the bed.” Artanis, taller than I and heavier, always took up too much space.

“Am not. You’re moving away. Let me put my arm around you.”

I willed myself to lie still. Her small pointed breasts, with their hardened nipples pressing against my back, quickly became more than I could bear. “This isn’t working! You don’t understand.”

“But I do. You are the one who doesn’t understand. Roll over, pretty Irissë. Yes, that’s better.”

How careless was Artanis, both in granting favors or demanding homage. Yet, her lips remain the sweetest I have ever tasted.

Chapter End Notes

Thanks to the writers at the Lizard Council for their support.