I Modi No 19: “Pandora”

Note: This is the nineteenth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“I opened my box and unleashed all the evils of the world. Only hope remained. So goes the most popular version of my story, but there are other ways the tale can be told. Some say the box contained blessings. I say it all depends on your interpretation…”

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I Modi No 18: “Alcibiade & Glycere”

Note: This is the eighteenth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“Do not feel guilty.

Socrates is my one and only lover. I am not being unfaithful to him. Even as you spread your legs for me, even as I feel your lips parting before the smooth curve of my erection, I am not being unfaithful. Socrates himself taught me this…”

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I Modi No 15: “Achilles & Briseis”

Note: This is the fourteenth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

You are a mystery to me, Achilles.  You are a challenge.

I’ve met men with all sorts of fetishes.  I have discovered ways to satisfy the strangest desires.

I once had a lover who went wild when I stroked his armpits.  What for most people is merely ticklish, was for him the heights of ecstasy.  At first I found it strange and disagreeable to play with them, but nothing arouses like the arousal of another, and I soon grew to love licking those warm, hairy hollows…”

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I Modi No 14: “Messalina in the Booth of Lysisca”

Note: This is the fourteenth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“There is no greater aphrodisiac than power, and I am the most powerful woman in the world.  How, then, I ask you, could any one man satisfy me?  My husband Claudius is sweet, but he is old and feeble.  He is nothing but an amuse bouche upon my palette.  On those all-too-rare occasions when he deigns to sleep with me he merely whets my appetite; he does nothing to slake it.  And so I go at night into one of Rome’s most disreputable neighbourhoods, and knock at the door of a certain house of ill repute…”

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I Modi No 13: “Jupiter & Juno”

Note: This is the thirteenth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“When I was just a young goddess, not yet supreme as I am now, the empire was brought to her knees by the Gauls.  Rome survived that assault by the skin of her teeth, but the cowardly Latin barbarians to the south, seeing her weakened state, demanded what any brutish thugs demand of a fine woman on her knees—they demanded sex.  The barbarians didn’t have the balls to attack the city.  They wanted only to humiliate her, and so they demanded that the patricians send out their wives as tribute…”

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I Modi No 12: “A Satyr & His Wife”

Note: This is the twelfth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“What a wedding it was! Bacchus himself opened up his court, deep in the heart of the forest. A hundred satyrs were there to be my honour guard, their erections held like lances before them, magnificent and proud. A hundred nymphs were bridesmaids, naked and beautiful as the dawn, bejeweled with dewdrops, wildflowers in their hair. A hundred wild nanny-goats in heat foraged in the garden—their hair as fine and soft as silk. A hundred billy-goats in rut were let loose amongst them—their hair thick and jet black, their horns hard and curled…”

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I Modi No 11: “Polyenos & Chrisis”

Note: This is the eleventh in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“My name is Crisis.  What does that mean?

1. It means I am a breaking point.  I am upheaval.  I am that moment when the stress becomes unbearable and requires immediate and unavoidable resolution.  I am powerful and often violent.  It is that moment when the tension and pressure become too much and are resolved once-and-for-all, with gut-shaking finality…”

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I Modi No 10: “Bacchus & Ariadne”

Note: This is the tenth in a series of short stories inspired by Agostino Carracci’s edition of I Modi.

“My mother was a woman of incredible lusts. She once fell in love with a beautiful white bull who emerged from the sea foam like some great, horned-and-horny Aphrodite. He was a magnificent beast with a magnificent cock, so my mother had the great artisan Daedalus construct a cow out of polished wood. The outside was covered in hide and looked perfectly lifelike, but the inside was hollow and padded with silk and velvet for my mother to lie inside. There was a hole at the rear to which my mother pressed her gaping cunt, so when the beautiful white bull mounted and penetrated the counterfeit cow, his cock was secretly plunging into my mother…”

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