I heard an old erotic story, disguised as a Greek Myth.
There’s an erotic story and myth that sailors know, about the Siren, and her voice. The myth goes like this: Once upon a time there was an island in the middle of the sea, and on that island lived beautiful, lonely women. They would sit on the beach and sing songs of longing and need, calling out to whomever may be passing by to come to them and help allay their endless lonliness. The island, however, was not a perfect paradise: there was a sister island too nearby, and between the isles, an abyss called Charybdis. Sailors who tried to reach the cove of the seductive Sirens faced the whirlpool Charybdis, and certain death.
The myth of the Siren is a warning, and like all warnings, it goes unheeded more often than you’d think. Sailors would think themselves the lucky one, the skilled oarsman who could brave the abyss and safely dock and then! Such bliss. Sadly, the majority of sailors would find their skills lacking and wreck themselves, swallowed up by Charybdis.
This erotic story takes an interesting turn.
You, my sailor, are not one of those unlucky deckhands, now are you? Of course not. You are the Captain of your ship, and you can weather the straits and come to me unscared. You can safely listen to the call of my voice, and steer your vessal straight into my welcoming arms. The myth of the Siren is an old story, and the warning it carries is not intended for you. There are no pitfalls here, only bliss and peace.
Oh Captain, surely you are strong enough to avoid the trap, the hidden snare, surely you can weather the storm around my lonely island. You would never fall into addiction, ensnared by my voice; you would never fail that way. I know that you are strong enough to stand firm against the urge to lay down beside me and never stir again, to let your hand on your cock become your only touchstone to reality. You, my Captain, are not like the others who have fallen to the abyss of lust and never more stood tall, as an alpha male should.
Would you like more of this erotic story? Do you crave it?
My island is a lonely one, my Captain. I wish you would hurry and come to me, without heeding the warnings of old myths. Charybdis will not swallow you whole, and you will not become addicted to my voice, my song. You can be strong for me, I know it. And if it comes to pass that the warnings were true, the disaster imminent, well. You can join my slaves on the island; you can be one of my adoring throng, singing harmony to my lustful tune. You can kneel for me, and open your body for my use. You can lay down your Captain’s hat and become just one of my sissy fag slaves.
I’ll keep singing my erotic story, even should you weather the straits, Captain, never fear. I love you as a Captain as well as a submissive slave, and I’ll care for you on my island just the same.
I love your creativity. I think the key to your little story, however is the twist that the strong and very straight captain will eventually become a sissy fag. I love the idea of a captain only wanting you and desiring you coming to your island. But, instead of getting you, having a cock shoved in his puckered little ass while you watch and laugh at your newest creation. Isn’t it fun being evil…? XOXOXOX
shhhh! you’ll scare them away! All the good alpha male Captains, thinking I’m so sweet and innocent… you’ll spoil it if you gloat too soon. 😉
rofl!
Captivating story,Miss Harper! It is so rich with symbolism about how a man can be drawn in by a woman’s powers. Even the strongest of them succumb at some point. The Captain may be brave, but your feminine power will make him yield soon enough. He will obey like all the others.
I love the story of the Sirens, and how they’d lure men in to their deaths (the little death, perhaps?) with the power of their voices. I actually wrote this instead of a new bio for the Erotic Voices site! This was what wanted to be told, I guess.
YES please! I crave more! I think a lot of greek myths were pretty much erotic stories disguised as religious tales. The carvings on the temples certainly would suggest that–not the mention the temple priests and priestesses who’d service the needs of the worshippers!
Do not get me started on Temple Priestesses and their sacred duties! I can go on for hours about the sacred prostitutes and whores, and how it was more than just sex, and the role of intimacy and vulnerability in spiritual pursuits…
So yeah. So much meaty good stuff in the old myths!
We all want more of you, Ms. Harper! What a great, creative post. Sailors, Captains, slaves, whirlpool…can I be your resident mermaid? I am sure your beauty and beautiful voice will lull every man from sea. Soon will have lots of seamen. LOL
You can be my mermaid! There were warnings about those, too, you know. The old stories about mermaids were that they’d lure sailors over the side of the ship, offering to be their lovers, and then drown and eat them. Take that as metaphorical as you’d like! Drown them in pussy juice and eat their minds and souls until nothing but a willing cum whore remains… mmm.
also? I deliberately didn’t do the ‘seaman’ joke, though I wanted to work that in, it just wouldn’t flow right, so thank you for bringing that up. 😉
“…Drown them in pussy juice and eat their minds and souls until nothing but a willing cum whore remains… mmm.” You did this to me, didn’t you Harper? I knew the story of the Sirens beforehand too, but to no avail ! I’ve told you before… I swear I can hear you calling me, silently, with your siren song, beckoning me from afar. I tell myself it’s just the wind blowing but then I soon realize you are in my mind, your voice echoing “Come to me now… don’t look around, don’t even question it… just come to me… follow my voice… that’s all you have to do… yes, into my arms… yeees that’s it… yeeeees… c’mon… you ARE mine… oh! don’t fear… I’ll take gooooood care of you… you’ll see… just do what I say My Dear… really slooooow… ”
Damn, I think I can hear you calling now… yes?… no?
That’s the fun of the Siren song. You know how you can get a song stuck in your head, and then three days later you’re singing it without being really aware? Like that.
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And here I was thinking you were a good witch Harper tis tis….quickly gents pass the ear wax as we approach this island,those who refuse are tied to the boat!
Tricksy, I like it! Tie the sailors to the boat while the Captain swims ashore. Trying to keep the Siren all to yourself?
Actually is was Ulysess who demanded that the sailors plug their ears.He wanted to test his will to resist the Siren Song,by refusing the ear wax.Even he underestimated their power when he struggled to reach them,tied to the ship.Powerful!
That’s what I like about the story of the Sirens. Even super strong manly men underestimate us! lol