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The
Story of Eros & Psyche
Jealousy inflames Venus, who is usually just hot and horny. How dare this human female, this Psyche, attract so much attention! How dare she show off like she is a goddess! How dare she act like a star! What planet does this silly Earth Girl think she's on anyway? Venus tells Eros to go down to Earth to shoot this arrogant Psyche in the heart with one of his most potent love-arrows and make her fall in love with Thanatos--remember Thanatos? The opposite of Eros (Sex) is Death. If Psyche is hit by Eros' arrow and made to fall in love with Thanatos, she will commit suicide. Venus, crazed by jealousy, sends her beloved angel-son on a murder mission. Eros is such a Mama's Boy, he doesn't ask his mother why she wants to destroy this beautiful human girl. He just flies off on his mission to Earth. Fly, Eros, fly! Now, speaking of Eros coming to Earth, I want to remind you that Eros is not just some old myth. Eros is a planet. And at this time of year, the little cock-shaped Planetoid Eros is closest to Earth & the Spirit of Eros is closest to us.
And so Eros comes to Earth, with the intention of doing what Mama Venus asks him to do. But when he actually lays eyes on Psyche, he's so totally confused by her great erotic beauty, that he accidentally shoots himself with his own arrow.
Now Love falls in Love... Eros is utterly smitten by Psyche, and he must have her for himself. He puts on his golden mask and seduces Psyche, which isn't all that difficult because he is the God of Love. Very soon, he wins her heart and makes passionate love to her. Passion, yes, passion! That's why we call it a Passion Play. Eros makes Psyche come and come and come. A thousand multiple orgasms and 200 female ejaculations later, Psyche figures maybe she can lift the mask. NO! says Eros, suddenly acting macho. She must never see his face. Who cares about his face anyway? No one ever sees the Face of Love clearly. It's always a bit of a beautiful blur when we're in love. And our Psyche is soooooo happy. Though she doesn't really know it, she's in love with the Love God himself! In love with LOVE. Every night, they have incredible hot passionate sex. But every morning, when Psyche wakes up, Eros is gone. "My lover works some strange hours," muses Psyche. "He must be a day-trader." It doesn't matter. Because Psyche is just soo happy! But Psyche's sisters are jealous. They visit Psyche in her new digs at Eros' palace, they take her in their arms, kiss her, caress her, lick her and suck her, and seething with jealousy that their beloved sister is so goddamn happy, they plant the seeds of doubt in her innocent sexual mind. "How can you love a man when he won't let you see his face? How can you trust him? He could be a monster. He could be diseased. Psyche, sweet darling sister, you must have a look at this guy. What could he be hiding behind that mask?" Persuaded by her jealous sisters, Psyche goes to where Eros is sleeping. She lights a candle. She sees Eros--sound asleep--sleeping the sleep of angels. She is awestruck, falling even deeper in love with him. Gently and carefully, she removes his mask and looks upon the face of the God of Love. There lies the sexiest and sweetest of all wild creatures! He is so handsome, so divinely radiant that he startles her. She shivers with excitement, and her candle spills a drop of hot wax on Eros' chest. Startled by the pain of the hot wax hitting his naked flesh, Eros awakens.
He sees Psyche standing before him. "Psyche, Love of my Life, how could you be so stupid! So untrusting, so arrogant! So disobedient! I love you too much to hurt you. Your punishment will simply be that I will fly away from you." And he does. Fly away Eros, fly away! Love 'em & leave 'em. Typical guy, Eros. Once a woman sees through your facade, once she sees the real you-no more masks--you gotta go. Fly away, Eros! Go home to Mommy, Little Boy! Can't handle a real woman, can you?
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