“Today is the Fall Equinox, the day when there is equal day and night all over the planet. This perfect balance between light and dark is symbolized by the Sun’s entry into the sign of Libra the Scales….” Tarot.comhoroscope.

As a water sign, I used to struggle making a connection with air signs, because generally they’re more cerebral than my sometimes over-the-top, and raw FEEL EVERYTHING scorpio characteristics. However, as I’ve matured, my old ass has wised up, I find I do enjoy the free-flowing and ease that air signs bring to the party.

Yes, as a matter of fact, Roxanne did have a splendidly grand time with her Libran lover in my novel, Sex through the Zodiac. Come Cum to think of it, her seventh zodiac sign was affectionately called, Mr. Chocolate Gelato, mostly because he was a scrumptiously dark piece of Italian dessert. Here’s a snippet:

“The minute we walked through the front door of my apartment, he slipped out of his leather loafers; took off his jacket and pulled his Prada bag up and over his head before he scurried into the kitchen; juggling bags of groceries. It felt as if I’d woken up as a character from a romance novel, because clearly, hot men from Italy, regardless of their zodiac sun sign, don’t usually make their way into my kitchen wanting to make me dinner.

Pinching myself, I realized this was real, so I decided to turn on some music and just try and go with Libran flow. The music I chose was a fellow air sign; Joshua Redman on the saxophone, while I heard Salvatore whipping up his culinary magic in my kitchen. I hit the play button; turned around and ran into Salvatore. He was standing right behind me, holding a glass of wine for me. I took a sip of the wine and once Salvatore heard the music playing, he pulled me into his chest; dancing slowly with me around my living room.

He took the wine glass from me and set it on my coffee table. He put his hands around my face; pulling me into him and kissed me on the lips. His tongue flicked inside my mouth. I was already feeling the familiar hum of arousal and my panties were wet. He bent down and lifted me up and carried me into my bedroom; carefully setting me down on top of my bed. My duvet cover beneath me felt cool against my already hot skin.

He unbuttoned his shirt; pulling it out from his pants. His skin, like his outfit was toasty and brown. He unlatched his belt and unzipped his pants; his cock was heaving inside his pants. He never took his eyes from me. He moved closer and lifted my hands above my head; pulling my shirt up and over my head. His mouth enveloped each of my breasts; biting into my nipples and then flicking his tongue back and forth; firing signals directly to my cunt.
 

He reached for the buttons on my pants and I lifted my hips up as he pulled my pants off of me. My panties were wringing-wet and I could see the head of his uncircumcised cock poking through the open fly in his pants. Salvatore licked his lips as he kneeled down in front of me and pulled me to the edge of the bed, until my ass and hips fell over the edge. He smiled up at me before his lips and tongue began circling around my clit. “Siete così bagnati, bella” He whispered. 

 I don’t know exactly what he said and I didn’t care. I was lost somewhere in translation between, “Oh, my God and Oh. My. God….”

I know one very talented, erotic Libran writer - Jeremy Edwards – whose work I’m reading this up-and-coming cumming Saturday night during Neve’s Naughty Nightcaps at The Literary Café - who else is out here is also a sexy Libra?

Mmmm…for some reason I’m craving chocolate gelato -
Neve Black