Aphrodite, the lovely goddess of love, was watching from the Olympus. Zeus married her to Hephaistos, the ugliest of gods, who would never have gotten Aphrodite, the most beautiful woman the gods had ever seen and would see, without Zeus' actions. So to satisfy her needs every now and then she looked for a beautiful young man who could satisfy the goddess of love like she deserves and what she would never get from her husband, Hephaistos.
One day it was Eros, her son, who came to her with some good news. A beautiful young man named Henry Mackenzie was found. He was one of the few who had still interest in the Greek gods, which many people had forgotten and didn't care about. 2500 years ago they would have been abolished from any civilized city in Greece, because they knew their gods were watching. Aphrodite didn't want to please any non-believing individual, because she knew that even when they were satisfying her, they were enjoying it more than she did. But that was no surprise. She was the goddess of love after all and nobody could satisfy any man better than she did. There were moments she wondered why there wasn't a male counter to her. Why weren't there two gods of love, one male and one female, who could love each other like no other could love them?
Eros told her all about this Henry Mackenzie. He was an 23 year old male from Australia. He was studying Greek and Roman mythology in America. He still believed in them and was especially interested in the goddess of love, Aphrodite, also known as Venus. He wanted to know what the most beautiful woman that existed looked like. The truth was, that Aphrodite could change her looks for every individual. Every man or woman would see a woman that was perfect for them. There was not a single flaw to be found. She would have every single feature her admirer would have wished. This couldn't be compared to what the barbaric men would do. They see a good looking women on some picture and they start admiring them. Every single one of those women has her flaws. It doesn't matter how hard they try, they will never be perfect. Unlike Aphrodite, who will always be perfect, whatever she does. And she never wears clothes, because they would make her look imperfect. Clothes can get dirty, clothes wear down, clothes can be torn apart and that just doesn't fit the deity that she is.
It was time for Henry to receive his rewards and reward his precious goddess of love. Aphrodite travelled unseen to Henry's house with the help of her fellow gods Erebus, the Darkness, and Nyx, the Night. Henry woke up because of Aphrodite's 'brightness', she was glowing faintly. His mouth opened up as to say something but nothing but sounds of irregular breathing came out of it. He was speechless. Aphrodite knew what he wanted to ask and answered:"Yes Henry, this is what the goddess of love looks like." She approached him in his bed. He was lying there in his boxer shorts, it was a hot summer night. His well built torso was exposed for her to see. His well toned muscles were irresistible to any mortal female, but Aphrodite being the only person to deserve him. Eros had kept him away from mortal females on purpose. He kept him a virgin for his dear mother.
Henry finally had the energy to say something and he said:"Why me Aphrodite? Why me? I'm just a scrub from Australia who has never gotten into a relationship with any girl." This wasn't a surprise to Aphrodite, since Eros had told her everything. She walked up to him, but being careful not to touch him yet. "Don't worry Henry, it was all for this. It was to give you nothing but the perfect woman. So tell me Henry, what do I look like? You have been wondering that for a long time haven't you?" Aphrodite whispered in his ear.
Her straight blond hair reached as low as the top of her buttocks. Her blond hair consisted of one smooth golden color, it almost shone like real gold. her perfectly shaped face had an egg-like shape with soft edges. Her eyes were angel-like and were blue and bright. her eyebrows and eyelashes consisted of the same color as her hair did and were perfect. She had a smooth, straight nose and her lips were straight from a guide to draw a portrait. Her upper lip slightly thinner than her lower lip and their natural color and shine resembled an expensive brand and color of lip gloss. Her ears were almost pointy like those of an elf. Her face on its one would be enough to mesmerize any man alive.
She had a slender neck which perfectly linked her head and torso. Her shoulders also had smooth edges and her muscles were perfectly proportioned. Her arms were not too fatty, not too thin, but perfectly in the middle. Her armpits were smoother than any photo model could ever imagine. So smooth that it looked like any other skin on her body. Aphrodite's breasts weren't like any picture Henry had seen. They were perfectly round with the nipples just off the middle, a bit towards the sides and downwards. Her nipples were pinkish and were hard, like something cold had just touched them, but looked just as soft as her breasts did. There wasn't any sagging at all. It was like her breasts were immune to gravity. The transition from her breasts to her belly couldn't be any smoother. She had a perfectly flat belly, with her belly button perfectly in the middle. Her abs weren't showing and it looked perfect. Henry didn't like abs showing on girls.
Aphrodite had the smoothest pelvis imaginable. She had no pubic hairs, in fact, she didn't have any hair on her body aside from the hair on her head, her eyebrows and eyelashes. It was like she never had a hair on her to begin with. Her genitals looked untouched, even though the goddess of love has had more males enter her than all the women on earth combined. The only thing visible normally were her outer labia were visible, much like the sign for Aries looks like. Her buttocks were smooth and round. They weren't bouncy like most Latinas have, but just like her shoulders and face, it had smooth edges. Her legs weren't too fat and fit the rest of her body perfectly. Her calves were no different. As a whole, her legs were what every man, even the barbaric ones, wish for. Her feet were no different from the rest of her. She did not have any nail polish on and her nails were slightly pinkish compared to the rest of her feet.
Her skin was tanned a little bronze. It wasn't as tanned as most women are, but this skin color was perfect, no surprise there. As a whole, she was irresistible. Nobody could ever forget her if he even got a glimpse of her. Henry was one of the luckiest men of the century. Over the last couple of centuries the number of male partners Aphrodite had was decreasing. More and more people started to forget about the Greek and Roman gods. What some people forgot is that Venus and Aphrodite are one person. The Romans only gave the gods different names, but the gods themselves were the same. A lot of Romans and Greeks have had the pleasure of enjoying one night with the goddess of love, but after the Roman Empire collapsed the amount of followers decreased by the day. The amount of people being worthy of Aphrodite started decreasing to a point at which it became hard for her to find a man. So sometimes she would have intercourse with other females.
