Year of the Inner Goddess

April 2023 – Audio Version

Hephaestus, Hermes,  Aries, The Guardian, Hesper, and The Protector. I repeat their names over and over in my head. My breath catches, and a sparkle twinkles in my eye—Hephaestus, Hermes, Aries, The Guardian, Hesper, and The Protector.

The events leading up to this Greek Bacchanal began innocently enough. I spent hours enjoying incredible food, bright and flirty conversation, and a little light flogging to spice things up. What I expected to be the extent of the evening’s naughtiness was when I was secreted to a back bedroom by The Protector, and my pearl teased with expert fingertips. Silently, my leather pants had been pushed down to my ankles as I was tipped back onto the bed. My heart raced at the sensual vision of my pants tangled around my shoes, with his head pressed between my legs as he licked and ate me until I came with muffled gasps. Wordlessly, The Protector spread an electrifying gel over and around my pearl. Then I was packed up and sent off to continue socializing while attempting to ignore my goddess’ moans for attention. 

The evening progressed with more food, music, and discussions. I was relaxed and moved between groups, content to be in such excellent company. It was a gorgeous day, and I spent most of it outside while trying to avoid the decadent dessert table I was positive I heard calling my name.  

As I crossed the backyard, I noticed an excited group gathered around the outside windows of the pavilion. Curious, I approached. The sight that reached my eyes was both captivating and electrifying. Like a Roman bacchanal, bodies were sensually intertwined on the bed within. My Inner Goddess jumped to her feet in excitement and jealousy as my jaw hit the earth at my feet. Not wanting to be creepy, it was with great effort I turned my view away from the hedonistic scene before me.

Standing beside me, the Facilitator grabbed my elbow, whirling me around. “Come with me, come with me.” She ordered, marching in the opposite direction I was aiming toward. Full of trepidation, I followed. An hour earlier, I had slipped into a delicate indigo and lace teddy for my flogging. The soft material now teased my thighs as I was whisked away.

“Wait, no, are you sure? What?” I was apprehensive, and my heartbeat roared in my ears. My sight started to narrow, fog creeping in at the corners of my vision. A thousand questions and doubts began screaming in my head. My Inner Goddess begged me to be silent and let her lead. The Facilitator now held my hand and led me straight into the bower I had been spying on only seconds before. My Inner Goddess pressed my feet forward as we trotted to keep up. 

Was this real? What should I do? What is this okay? Was there some authority I needed to speak to first and receive permission? What if I got kicked out? My mind swirled, and my body felt numb. 

“For the love of all that is holy, SHUT UP!!” My Inner Goddess was almost livid. I was not going to deny her the possibility of expanding our horizon. Rather startled, I sealed my lips tight as I robotically slipped out of my ballet flats, allowing my toes to sink into the plush carpet of the bower. 

By this point, The Facilitator had released my hand, rounded the bed, and returned to me with one of the naked gods in tow. Grinning, Hephaestus moved closer to me. Despite my nervousness, I felt exquisite in my silken teddy, and it gave me the confidence I needed. I clambered onto the tall bed next to the other couples. Hephaestus stood at the side of the bed in boyish delight but waited for me to make the first move. 

I breathed in through my nose. “Okay,” I said to my Inner Goddess. “This is your moment. What do we do?” 

Certainty and assurance washed over me as my Inner Goddess allowed her magic to warm and spread through me. I felt my wings spread behind me. I was no longer myself as my Inner Goddess took control, silencing my apprehensions. We were a goddess, full of poise and enchantment. Our moment had come, and in the safety of this bower, we had nothing to fear. 

I rose to my knees, moving to the edge of the bed. I pressed my form against Hephaestus’ mighty trunk, wrapped my arms behind his head, and kissed him for all I was worth. His response sent fireworks exploding through my mind. Hephaestus kissed me with warm keen confidence, yet not forceful. His tongue was curious yet not invasive. His massive hands slowly covered every inch of my body as they explored and ignited my desire. 

Hephaestus’ thick thumbs hooked the strings of the tiny triangle concealing my goddess and slid them over my long legs and off the tips of my toes. His fingers pinched the hem of my teddy, lifting it over my head. I couldn’t help but notice his careful consideration as he draped my negligee over the headboard. There I was, naked for all to see. Yet, I did not feel awkward or exposed. My Inner Goddess was shimmering with illustrious passion and immortality. 

With incredible gentleness, Hephaestus pressed me back, his hot breath on my neck, coating kisses down my breasts and over my abdomen. My body was intent on his every touch as his thick hands traced and explored my thighs. The sounds around us: the rock music beating from the corner, the dim light of a cloudy afternoon, and the intoxicating sexual sounds next to my head were the deepest aphrodisiac to my Inner Goddess. 

Hephaestus spread his hungry mouth and encased my goddess and pearl in one move. I tried not to shriek in delight as his sultry tongue expertly licked and sucked. Already turned on from the earlier teasing and naked bodies surrounding me, I came within moments, heedless of my noise. 

I felt a masculine presence next to me, and the quietest words tickled in my ear, “Can I?”

My eyes flitted open as I descended from my latest orgasm to see Hermes standing nude beside the bed next to my head. Delighted and surprised by his request, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a deep and slightly forceful kiss. My mind resurfaced, freaking out, and warned that he might not like such aggressiveness in a woman. 

My worries were pushed to the back of my mind as his kisses matched my eager intensity, and my Inner Goddess reasserted herself with a slight frown in my direction. Hephaestus was on the bed between my legs, Hermes stood beside the bed, and surrounding us were fellow playmates in different positions on the wide mattress and curious onlookers. 

Our hands roamed each other’s bodies. My fingers flowed over Hermes’ taut and smooth body while my pert nipples were sucked and teased by Hermes’ mouth, and Hephaestus’ nails dug into my porcelain hips as he drove his face deeper into my goddess. My soul felt like it was awakening for the first time in my life. If I had only known that this was just the beginning of the Greek Bacchanal.

I heard a quiet question from Hephaestus and broke my kiss with Hermes. Biting my lip, I nodded my consent. While Hephaestus reached for a foil, Herme’s nimble fingers reached down to my slick goddess. The ecstasy of the moment, the pleasure and exploration of the bodies surrounding me, raced through my mind as I exploded at the insistence of Hermes’ fingertips. Breathlessly, I fell back onto the bed as Hermes’ lips brushed my mouth, seeking more kisses. 

Then, with careful tenderness, Hephaestus entered me. My cry of delight, at once more filled and stretched, consumed the room to the delighted cheers of the onlookers and my playmates. Hephaestus held his imposing glory still, allowing me to adjust. His thick hands were on my hips, his thumbs pressing into my abdomen as he balanced himself against me, gradually building to a steady rhythm. 

Glorious Hermes was bent over my petite form, sampling and teasing my far breast. Turning to the left, I spied his eager glory at my shoulder. Cautiously, seeking consent with my fingers, I traced down his lithe chest to his groin, taking his smooth jewels in my hand. I took care to caress and fondle, seeking his pleasure. “May I?” I whispered. He nodded, moving his hips closer to my mouth. I took his swollen glory in my mouth with alacrity. 

The wings of my Inner Goddess burst forth in full majesty. Gentle Hephaestus now thundered between my legs. Hermes’ hands caressed and pinched my nipples as I attempted to take his full glory down my throat. To hear the groans of both men delighting in my body kept me in a constant state of orgasm as the three of us moved in a swirl of sensual bodies, lost in a timeless galaxy.

After a time, the great Hephaestus withdrew, and with brief whispers of consent, the gods switched places. Hephaestus knelt on the mattress at my head, Hermes on the bed smoothly inserted his protected glory within my goddess. I took Hephaestus between my lips as the three of us resumed our decadent pleasure. My Inner Goddess was too stunned to emit a single sound as we were impaled between these two gods. No words describe the intoxicating feeling of exploring their bodies and the differences between their phalluses. Each glory carried its own distinctive traits. Like rare flavors of ice cream, each brought a sweet uniqueness all its own, and each one was incredibly desirable.

The gods maneuvered me onto my hands and knees. Hermes reinserted himself as Hephaestus remained before me. My body quivers at the memory of being lanced between these two magnificent gods and the bodies surrounding us. I groaned. The lips of my goddess encased the extraordinary length of Hermes, my mouth sealed around the jutting head of Hephaestus. Hermes began to thrust with potent force. My screams of pleasure were muted by the glory deep in my throat. Hephaestus’ hands traced my body while Hermes’ nails dug delightfully into my hips as he held on for balance. I let Hermes pounding dictate the speed of my lips on Hephaestus but used my tongue to flick and tease between my groans. Hephaestus’ words of “good girl,” “get it, girl,” and “that’s it, baby,” as well as the encouragement from those next to us, sent shivers through my soul. I was a good girl, and I loved what I was doing. 

At times, I felt the sweet hands of the goddess Mia next to me. She would caress my swinging breasts or outstretched arm. I felt the rough hands of her paramour, Aries, stroke my back as he drove into Mia, causing her to moan. I yearned to experience all the hands and all the bodies on me. Around me, souls moved, swirled, and communed in a manner I never knew possible. I felt the presence of others as they peeked into our realm, peering at the magic before them, and I reveled in their attention.

I was on my knees, my breasts pressed to the mattress, hips high in the air, when Aries moved behind me. His rough and calloused hands on the alabaster skin of my peachy cheeks sent shivers quivering through my entire frame. As he entered me, I wiggled and pushed back into him, groaning and marveling at my Inner Goddess’ voracious appetite. I barely had time to notice and savor Aries and his girth before I was once more swept down the current of pleasure and need. My breasts swayed in time to his deep penetration, eliciting cry after cry. I felt Mia’s silken fingers once more on my skin and reached to caress her arm before returning to grip the sheets for support as my orgasm climaxed, claiming my mind and body. 

Once Aries released me, my knees wobbled, and I collapsed onto my back. I was blindly gazing at the ceiling and blurred figures above me. Finally, my body broke through to my Inner Goddess, calling for the crisp refreshment of water. “Water.” I panted, unable to move a muscle, my last orgasm still ringing through my nervous system. I heard chuckles around me. A voice beside me said, “Where is that water fairy?!” More laughter. I smiled.   

A bottle was pressed to my lips, and I dimly noticed it was my personal bottle. Someone had gone to the thoughtful, extra measure and found my water bottle. Greedily I drank, letting the fabulous wetness coat my parched lips and throat.

I mentally examined my body and, to my surprise and delight, found that while mildly tender, the succubus within me only wanted more! Rising to my elbow, I opened my eyes and gazed about the room for the first time. In the pale cerulean light, I noticed a familiar figure watching from the far corner of the bed. My face lit up in recognition. The Protector gazed at me, a devilish glow on his face. 

I scrambled across the bed to him and embraced him warmly. “I know you!” I said as my fingers traced the outline of his body. He grinned. “I know you, too.” My fingers fondled his heavy jewels. I dipped my head, sucking and swirling as I took his glory between my lips. His hands twisted into my sapphire locks, lightly controlling my strokes. I wriggled my hips in gratification.

Invisible hands massaged my naked skin, and I felt someone position himself behind me. I didn’t turn to look, wanting to enjoy the surprise and see if I could guess from whose body my pleasure would next come. The god impaled himself within me with fluid grace, and my Inner Goddess jumped in glee. It was Hermes – his extraordinary length and structure not only pressed on my G-spot but reached the far gateway within my goddess.

With devilish delight, I realize that I found myself wondrously impaled between two gods for a second time at night—this time with The Protector and Hermes. My Inner Goddess spread her wings and lifted herself in exaltation. The realization that I was living the stuff of dreams, gods, and positions reserved for fantasies, my orgasms shot to record heights. My nails clawed the bed for reinforcement. I was delirious as bodies and hands fondled me.

I found myself on my back with my head draped over the side of the mattress. My head was positioned between The Protector’s legs as he stood at the side of the bed, placing his glory in my throat. Hermes shifted before impaling me once more. My body rocked and rose—craving, needing, arching to meet each dominant thrust from Hermes. My Inner Goddess rejoiced as I used and was used. I felt my legs pressed to my chest, my toes attempting to tickle my ears—more orgasms as Hermes picked up speed, splaying my legs in a wide V.   

My body once more interjected as my brain demanded oxygen, and my head began to swim with too much blood. I tapped The Protector’s outer thigh, and he instantly released me. “Lightheaded?” He said as both men simultaneously shifted me back onto the bed. “Uh-huh.” Was my only response as Hermes’ rapid thrusts called forward another orgasm. The Protector stayed at my head, caressing my breasts and planting soft kisses on my lips and cheeks as I tried not to scream my pleasure too loudly. 

Bodies moved and shifted. Unseen hands offered me water or massaged my pearl between gods. The core of my soul never wanted the night to end. The bodies, the hands, I wanted more. I was born for this – I know, that sounds wrong. I don’t know how to explain the perfection of the night. I gloried in my figure and marveled at the beauty of the forms around me. For the first time in my existence, I felt connected to my mind, body, soul, Inner Goddess, and every facet that makes me who I am. I felt like Aphrodite in her opulent bower, flushed by the sensual and hedonistic power and nude forms of the intoxicating people surrounding her. 

Cool liquid slid down my throat. I requested lubricant, expecting to be handed a bottle or tube, but cool hands responded by lovingly coating my goddess in slick, moisturizing relief. I almost came again just from the touch. Naked bodies still moved and flowed on the bed and around the room, bathed in soft cerulean light.

I spied The Guardian standing to the side. We wanted him. His rugged strength called to something deep within me. My Inner Goddess, still radiant from the offerings she had received, called to him with quiet confidence. My mind was at peace as we leaned into this newfound strength.  

Quietly, almost shyly, he moved above me as we found a rhythm. I exalted as he utterly filled and stretched us, driving deep into my soul. I screamed, one with my Inner Goddess, and clamped a hand over my mouth to stifle our explosion from The Guardian’s deep penetration. Hands pulled at my wrist, and multiple voices charged me to “let go,” “let it out,” and to “be loud.” And loud we were as hands pinned my wrists to the bed, and still, more hands stroked my glistening body. 

The cadence slowed, and I opened my eyes to the beautiful face of the goddess Hesper gazing down at me. I realized with wicked delight that it was she who was pinning my right arm to the bed while The Protector held my left. I tried to form words of greeting, but they were lost in yet another cry as my hips arched and my eyes rolled back at the magnificent force pounding and ripping through my body. 

Raising my head, my Inner Goddess gazed into the deep eyes of the powerful Guardian. An offering of lust and desire reflected in his dark eyes. I gritted my jaw and mentally commanded him to do his worst. He moved with renewed vigor, and I gave myself over to his carnal touch.

At last, we broke apart and collapsed on the bed. My legs were shaking and quivering like a newborn lamb. A water bottle was placed at my lips. Chuckles and voices swirled around me. My body was in paradise.

A familiar woman’s joyous voice broke through my languid fog. My vision cleared to behold the laughing face of the goddess of wine and friendship, Amphictyony (Am-fict-ee-aw-nEEs), or Nici to me. The divine female version of Bacchus was grinning down at me, mischief dancing wickedly in her green eyes.

“My turn!” Nici cried, lifting onto the bed and beginning to lick my exposed goddess as I raised my eyebrows in mute surprise. Hesper and The Protector still restrained my hands above my head. I yelped in loud shock when Nici’s teeth bit my swollen goddess and startled Hesper and the rest of the bower. We all chuckled, and Nici’s sharpness was replaced with rapid, soothing licks. 

I watched, mesmerized, then lost in orgasmic splendor as Nici sought my pleasure. Then my Inner Goddess crowed in decadent fascination as we watched Hephaestus position himself behind Nici and pierce her goddess with his swollen glory. Nici cleverly used the thrusts of his body into hers to drive her movements over my goddess, taking turns burying her face and then licking me with the alternating narrow and broad strokes of her tongue. My arms pulled against my human restraints as the power of the orgasms and situation washed over me, forcing me to come over and over. Sweat began to shimmer over my entire body as I lay transfixed by the power of my orgasms and the skill of my companions. 

With a grin to high heaven, Hephaestus moved to the side, and with one last lick, Nici sat up. I sighed as my body stilled—content to breathe in the light and color of the bower. Just as my soul was about to reunite and settle into my body, the most bizarre feeling rumbled and tickled my goddess, sending me into spasms of unexpected and shrill laughter. Nici had just blown a raspberry on my goddess!! Peals of laughter rang through the arbor as she repeated the move several times until my sides hurt from giggles. Encouraged by Nici’s silliness, Hesper released her hold on my wrist, leaned over my breasts, and blew a raspberry over my quivering stomach!!! The joy and hilarity that resonated in the pavilion and my heart were contagious—the perfect ending to a magical moment. 

With trembling legs, I rose and left the scene of my unimaginable pleasure. My hair was askew, and I dared not check my makeup, but on the other hand, I did not care what I looked like. I was drunk on the glorious revelry and sensuality of this new experience. My being was overflowing with gratitude to the souls willing to indulge and meet me in a place of vulnerability creating an experience of connection and passion only experienced in the fantasies of my mind. 

I made it as far as the plush cushion in a sitting room. I had the foresight to slip back into my indigo negligee, retrieving it from the headboard. The silkiness of my short silk kimono whispered seduction as it brushed my bare thighs. I collapsed into the firm depth of the cushion, meaning to rest my woozy head for only a moment. A weight joined me, curling around my petite frame. The Protector had joined me. I offered a weak smile and closed my eyes again as his fingers brushed wisps of my sapphire curls from my forehead and cheek. Sleep curtained my eyes.

Though still early for the evening, I dozed until the laughter and gaiety of the room rose to a higher crescendo. I felt joyful knowing so many people around me were happy and having a marvelous time. Hesper joined us on the cushion, and we cuddled in the soft light that bathed the entire pavilion.

A sparkling Nici frolicked to us. Her infectious laughter drew the focus of the room with her joyous silliness. Nici bounced, posed, and wiggled over us before joining the rest of the group. 

The devil flashed in The Protector’s eyes as he beckoned me closer, positioning me to straddle his face and lower my goddess onto him. I lifted the hem of my short teddy to allow The Protector a chance to breathe. I was a little astounded at the eager longing of my Inner Goddess – hadn’t we just been orgasming with multiple people for the last three hours? My Inner Goddess ignored my question with an indignant flick of her wings and gave herself to the superb skill of The Protector. The goddess Hesper moved behind me, lifting her tunic as she mounted her consort, her warm hands on my hips to steady herself. The three of us moved, finding a rhythmic tempo with our bodies, oblivious to the delighted and curious eyes around us. Hesper leaned close, her breasts pressing into my back as I leaned my head toward her for the sweet nectar of her luscious kisses as we came over and over on the prone body of The Protector.  

Sated, we collapsed once more onto the cushions. Finally, appeased…for the moment at least, my Inner Goddess withdrew, allowing me control of my faculties once more. I found my body tired but glowing, and I briefly wondered if I was giving off a faint phosphorescent light. Was there ever a more glorious night?

Driving to the bed awaiting me, I focused on the taillights ahead of me. To keep myself awake, I repeated their names: Hephaestus, Hermes, Aries, The Guardian, Hesper and The Protector, the goddess Mia, and Amphictyony. I chuckled at the memory of Nici and the glee of her silliness. 

This extraordinary new life and singular companions were beyond anything I had ever envisioned possible for my life. I thought so much of my story was over, but the world is blossoming and opening before me and is so much more vibrant and alive than I had dared hope. I nearly cried at the realization that there is actually joy and adventure in my life once more.

“And to think,” chimed my Inner Goddess. “It’s only April. Who knows what the rest of the year will bring?” 

What else, indeed? 

Until next time, XO – Elsie