Year of the Inner Goddess

March 2023 – Audio Version

Her fingers, warm and self-assured, grasped my cold fingers with confidence as she guided me through the dark gardens into the blessed heat of the house and through the passageways to her aerie. The soft green lantern cast a mischievous glow over the small room. As she turned to close the door, I clasped my fingers behind my back, my petticoats swishing around my knees. We had secreted ourselves from the festivities, and I was still determining where to begin with Diana, Queen of the Leprechauns. 

My Inner Goddess was bashful, yet our confidence grew as this Queen leaned down and, without hesitancy, pulled me into her soft embrace. My chilly fingers tried to remain on top of her clothes, but secretly they yearned for the intimacy of her skin. My fingertips brushed under her shirt, touching her bare flesh. I found myself apologizing and pulling back, afraid she would retreat from my wintery caress, but Diana didn’t mind. Motivated by her words and movements, I continued discovering her body. I was becoming more at ease now, curious and fascinated by her voluptuous breasts, creatures that had captivated my attention and intrigued me for some time.

At this moment, these kisses were precisely what I desired. “Yesssss.” Groaned my Inner Goddess. With firm grace, this Queen guided me to a sitting position in the middle of the small bed and immediately bent over me. Diana slid her hands beneath my ruffles, sliding down my thighs to my hips. I wiggled in eager anticipation as I reveled in her exploration. My silly petticoats tumbled over my knees, exposing my thighs as her fingers traced my lines. I closed my eyes as I lay back on the firm surface. Oh, the pure bliss of a woman’s touch, can anything truly compare? 

The sage-green lace of my lingerie encapsulating my form thwarted her fingers from reaching every inch of my needy skin. I began to lament my choice of a one-piece for the evening, but I had not been expecting such alluring attention. From between my legs, her ethereal voice asked if my lingerie could be unsnapped. It was my Inner Goddess’ turn to smack her forehead. I was being blocked by sheer lace!  

I shook my head, “It’s a one-piece,” I whispered, “and it goes all the way up.” Regret laced in my voice. 

Unflustered, she replied, “Then, we’ll just have to push it to the side!”

I gazed up at this august Queen from my prone position. Diana was upright on her knees, her long curls cascading down her shoulders, and the glowing lantern outlined her glorious curves. I watched in amazement as she brought her right hand to her mouth, licked and lightly sucked her index and middle finger, wetting them before reaching for my pearl. Oh, the glorious rapture. Mentally, I wanted to explode right then, but my Inner Goddess was still becoming familiar with the attentions of queens and goddesses and needed a few more minutes. Diana, Queen of the Leprechauns, who was in no rush, moistened her fingers several times with the dexterity of a thoughtful lover.

It was true ecstasy when I felt her hot breath seductively creeping down my inner thighs toward my goddess. I began to involuntary pant in desire, trying not to wiggle my hips in her face too much as she buried her warm tongue against my yearning pearl with calm grace. Diana inserted her fingers, quickly finding my ripening G-spot. Pleasure, ecstasy, and desire wrapped around and through me as she took turns, flicking with the tip of her tongue before changing to broad strokes with a slide of her amorous tongue. I gave my body to her as my back arched, and I clutched the bedsheets for support, trying my hardest not to scream my delight.

Ready for more kisses, she moved up my body pulling me upright and bringing her sweet mouth to mine while her fingers sought the zipper of my dress. Eager to be free from their confines, I eagerly assisted in revealing the lace below. Dropping my complete ensemble to the side, Diana suggested I leave my socks on, but I could not. I have a firm rule against socks and sex – thigh highs being the only exception to my rule. 

I reached up and deftly removed her shirt, marveling at the silvery lace bra holding her magnificent breasts. My hands were at last warmer. I took my time spreading my fingers over her glorious milky skin. It was incredible to have her in my arms, my fingers underneath her lace. 

“There’s no clasp.” She whispered and freed her bosoms from their delicate prison in one deft movement. It, too, joined our discarded garments on the polished floor. Cautiously, my fingers moved to her breasts, marveling at their heavy fullness as they drew my attention, and I traced her perfect nipples with my thumb. She gave a little gasp above me.

“Too much?” I asked.

“Absolutely not at all.” She responded. “You’re welcome to suck on them if you like.” She quietly offered. 

Would I like it?? Would I like it?? I was trying not to be creepy and had been restraining myself from eagerly burying my face between her intoxicating breasts. Carefully, I brought one to my mouth, sucking, exploring, seeking her desire, and try not to lose myself in their purity. My Inner Goddess was jubilant at Diana’s response imploring and encouraging me to try harder. I moved to her right breast with the same unabashed yearning and devotion, completely burying my face in the warm divinity. Not wanting her other breast to feel neglected, I continued to tease her perky nipple until my lips returned to it. She moaned and swayed. I thought my Inner Goddess was going to explode in happiness.

Pulling back, she giggled, “Well, there is definitely wetness now!! She wiggled out of her bottoms, revealing the tiniest triangle slip of noir lace. My grin widened. Pulling each other close, we lost ourselves in honeyed embraces. The faint sound of revelers could be heard just beyond the door. We ignored them as we gave ourselves over to the unexpected encounter. 

Moving above me, Diana pushed the green lace from my breasts. It was her turn to nestle and taste the warmth of my bosom. Lawd, have mercy, did she ever! Her kisses brought shivers through my entire being. Her lips left my breasts but not my skin. Her mouth moved to the outer side of my breast, where she kissed and began to lick my skin. I was unsure I could breathe…no one had ever devoted so much devotion to this sensitive part of my body, and I told her so. My comments only encouraged her attention, and licking under my breasts, she maneuvered to my other side and repeated her moves on the outside of my right breast. My legs began to quiver, and every nerve vibrated with pleasure. 

With agonizing slowness, she went down my body, once more pushing the filigree away from my goddess. Her tongue and fingers brought my need to the forefront of my mind. With little effort, her fingers were once more inside me, my g-spot surrendering to her clever fingers. I did not care who heard me beyond the confines of our nest. I let the world know the wonder and perfection of her mouth. I moaned and cried as she rocked my world, my fingers riveted to the headboard above me. 

I lay breathing hard. Her intoxicating mouth paused and planted kisses up my thigh to my bent knee, back down over my smooth mound. Diana teased my goddess and pearl with her hot breath before moving up the length of my thigh to my opposite knee. I gasped, recovering from my orgasm, blinking in the pale mint green of the aerie. 

“Want another?” She asked seductively. 

“OHHHHhhhh, yes please…if you don’t mind…” My words trailed off because she was already bringing my orgasm to life. My back bowed as my nails hooked around the wooden headboard once more. If only I could find the exact words to describe the beauty and temptation of her mouth. I squirmed and wiggled, coming over and over in her mouth as she lapped at my goddess. 

As she lifted her head, I disintegrated into the mattress. What an extraordinary moment. What inexplicable delight this Queen had brought me. How deliciously wonderful. 

She pulled me into a sitting position, my legs straddling hers. My arms encircled her neck as we kissed and giggled. I reached back and drug my nails over her long legs, traced up her femurs, around her hips to her lower back, and across her shoulders, causing her to shiver. “Do you like that?” I asked, seeking to bring her delight. Then, at her consent, I increased my pressure and celebrated her trembling at my strokes. 

Needing no invitation, I sought her glorious breasts once more. I wanted to bury my face between them and fall asleep. Instead, she moaned again as I fondled and sucked her pert nipple. I continued as she moved in my arms. I loved every second as she rocked against me, my nose inhaling her heady scent. I licked between her breasts, the saltiness dissolving on my tongue while I followed up her sternum, transitioning to kisses once I reached her throat, around her jaw, and to her lips. I relished our lazy time together. The way we moved our bodies together, our nectar combining as we moaned and clung together.

I adjusted and lounged on the bed beside her. We laughed, sharing private jokes and moments meant only for us. I felt serene, the night magical and otherworldly as I lay beside her. The chatter from the leprechauns gradually reached our ears. Radiant, we rose seeking hydration and returned to the frivolity of the evening. Driving home later that night, the ghost of Diana teased my Inner Goddess, and we fantasized about the day when we once more might bask in her charms.