The saints are highly virtuous and do not care to talk about strange, powerful, chaotic, gods.
The wayfarer lacks virtue and only makes up things: lust, desire, evil, and devil.
The Sculptor Original: Ovid – Pimarion and Gratia On the island of Cyprus, there is a gifted sculptor named Pimarion.
In his life, Pimaryan had a deep hatred for women, and he believed that women had all kinds of shortcomings that men could not tolerate, such as jealousy, pettiness, fickleness, irrationality, and so on. In particular, the more beautiful a woman was, the more intolerable she was.
Pimerian’s final verdict on women was that “nature has given women too many faults.” So he decided never to marry, and devoted himself exclusively to the art of sculpture.
However, the work of art that Pimerion had worked so hard to complete was a statue of a woman. Perhaps it was because although he spurned women in his life, he could not forget them psychologically; or, he wanted to create a perfect woman, so as to declare to men or women what kind of woman should be what men want.
Anyway, whatever Pimaryan’s purpose, he worked tirelessly, and created an exceptionally fine, life-size statue. Although the figure was lovely enough, Pimaryan was never satisfied, and he continued to modify it, making it more and more beautiful every day by his skillful workmanship. The statue was not completed until Pimaryan himself, or other friends, agreed that all women, and all statues, since the beginning of time, had failed to match it.
When the statue had reached perfection, and was too beautiful to be added to, Pimarion suffered a strange fate, and fell deeply and passionately in love with what he had created. For the statue did not look at all like a statue, nor did anyone think it was made of ivory or stone; it was real flesh and blood, only temporarily suspended from motion!
Pimarion has never lost his love for a sentient maiden, but has tasted the pain of lost love because of a statue.
Pimaryan kissed her seductive lips, but she could not return his kisses; he stroked her cheeks, breasts, legs… but she did not respond; even when he held her in his arms, she remained a cold, stiff shell.
Pimelian was madly devoted to her. He tried on beautiful garments for her, and was constantly changing them for her in every color, supposing that she would like them; and he gave her crows, flowers, and the usual maidenly delights, and then fancied how the other warmed him and appreciated him.
At night, Pimaryan would even place her in the warmth of his bed, treating her as if she were his wife, daughter, or lover who was sharing his bed. Pimarion would tease her with the known caresses of foreplay. Starting with kissing and caressing her lips, then her breasts, her breasts, the tips of her breasts… all over her body.
Then Pimarion would take his aroused rod and place it on her hand, rest it between her breasts, on her lips, and even press down on her, pressing against her lower body. Only when he finally and happily sprayed his cum on her hands, cheeks, breasts, or lower body did he embrace her in a contented sleep.
Pimarion’s unrequited love is finally hidden from Venus, the goddess of love. Intrigued by this new and strange form of love, Venus is determined to help this unusual young man, to help him fulfill his heart’s desire.
The festival of Venus is an important one in Cyprus. Because Cyprus was the first island to receive Venus after she was born from a sea foam, Venus also showed special favor to the island of Cyprus.
Countless heifers with horns painted gold are dedicated to her, and incense fills the island from the many altars of Venus. All the lost lovers come with offerings to pray to Venus for the return of their loved ones.
Pimarion went, of course, and he only dared to pray that Venus would let him find, a maiden like the carved image. But Venus knew what Pimaryan’s true desire was, and to show that she accepted his prayer, the fire trap on the altar leaped before him three times, and shone brilliantly in the air. Pimaryan saw this auspicious sign, and knowing that Venus had accepted his prayer, he went home full of joy.
When Pimaleon entered the door, into the eyes is still that, the beauty of the graceful, lifelike Li statue, as if it is the wife and daughter, lovers, is joyfully welcoming him back in general. Pimaleon in accordance with the usual embrace, warmly kissed.
“Ah fright!” Immediately as Pimarion embraced the statue, he was startled into calling out and taking a few steps backward.
For Pimarion felt that what he had just taken into his arms was not a cold, stiff statue; but a warm, tender body, and even his own lips felt vaguely the hot breath she exhaled.
Pimaryan reached out a trembling hand and touched her arm, her cheek, her shoulder, and found that she was no longer as hard as she had been before, as if hard wax had melted and softened in the sunlight. Pimarion held her wrist, and felt her blood pulsing; and she was smiling shyly and slightly at him.
Pimaryan held her tightly again and gave her two fragrant lips a long, passionate kiss, and he felt her lips gradually softening, and she responded enthusiastically. ‘… Venus! It’s Venus!…’ Pimarão cried out inwardly in a frenzy of joy: ‘It’s the work of the Goddess! With inexpressible gratitude and joy, he hugged his beloved even tighter.
Pimarion made her lie down on the bed – in the same position as before – and kissed and caressed her all over her body as before. Pimarion knew these movements and the way they were performed by heart; unlike before, she began to respond with excitement.
She was breathing more and more rapidly under Pimarion’s caresses; she was moaning more and more loudly under Pimarion’s kisses and licks. As Pimaryan kneaded her soft and bouncy breasts; licked and sucked on her hardened tips, her hand naturally gripped his hard, swollen rod and stroked it.
“Yaaaah… mmmm…” As Pimaryan rubbed her wet, soft pussy, she began to shake her lower body, letting out lewd grunts and humming, and stroked his rod up and down rapidly, rubbing her fingertips against the glans, until Pimaryan’s thick semen spilled out all over her body.
She dipped her hand in Pimaryan’s semen and smeared it all over her breasts, belly… and then she turned over and took his rod, licking and drying the semen carefully and teasing it to make it erect again.
She sat on Pimaryan’s lower body on her knees, letting him enter her; letting Pimaryan feel the warmth, the wetness, the urgency… in her hole…
Her quivering body undulated up and down, sometimes tilting her head back and letting a hoarse hiss escape from her throat; sometimes bending her head, pressing her hands against the pimply chest or belly and letting beads of sweat drip from the tip of her nose. Either way, her ample breasts were jumping in time with her movements, displaying a mesmerizing undulation.
Pimarion cuddled with her, rolled over, and gave vent to his deep-seated lust. Again and again, Pimarion spurted his semen into her, and only when he was exhausted did he embrace her and go to sleep.
Venus also graced the wedding of Pimarion to her with her presence.
Venus named her “Gladia”. Then, with her usual charming smile, Venus said to Pimarão, “Gladia is another incarnation of me… especially when I am in love…”
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Appendix: About Venus
In Greek mythology, she is called Akroti; in Roman mythology, she is called Venus.
She is the goddess of love and beauty who seduces all gods and men. This goddess of laughter, who laughs in a sweet or sneering voice, those men whom she has conquered, she is an irresistible goddess who steals the intelligence even from the wise.
In the epic Iliad, she is the daughter of Zeus and Dione. In later poems, however, she is narrated as having emerged from sea foam, so her name is interpreted as “rising foam”. Aphros is the Greek word for “foam”.
The story of her birth, which took place close to the island of Cecila, from where she was drifted to the island of Cyprus.
Both islands were later dedicated to her.
The hymn of Homer reads: “The breath of the west wind gave birth to her, and on the whistling sea, rising from the wonderful foam, she came to her island, Cyprus, surrounded by waves. The goddesses of the seasons, with their golden wreaths, greeted her with excitement, and they dressed her in divine makeup and brought her to the gods, who were amazed at the sight of the radiant Cecelia.
The Romans depicted her in the same way. Beauty is born with her; the wind fades before her; the tempest dies away; fragrant flowers embellish the earth; the waves smile, and she moves in joyous light. Without her, joy and beauty would be lost everywhere.
In the vast majority of the stories, she is the wife of the lame and ugly god of goldsmithing, Haifastus (Birkenstock).