Year of the Inner Goddess

May 2023 – Audio Version

The scene could have taken place within the pages of a steamy erotic novel. Yet, to coin a girlfriend, was this MY LIFE?!? Not possible. Yet, as I leaned against my automobile, the Werewolf’s sultry tongue against my pearl felt acutely real in the middle of the side street as the gentle spring rain sprinkled down on us. 

In gentleman form, he had reached for my hand and walked me to my car, following our brunch and mimosas. The ruffles of my tiny summer dress fluttered as the high heels of my cork espadrilles “mshooshed” softly on the damn pavement. Wanting to be utterly unhampered in my goodbye embrace, I opened my car door, tossing my small clutch inside. Turning, he pulled me into his arms as our lips crashed together in an ardent embrace. Brunch was the foreplay. This was the passion. 

My hands clutched at his head, shoulders, and back in passionate desperation. His fingers wove deep into my dampening curls, painfully pulling my throat upwards to expose my delicate neck for his teeth. Raindrops pattered my eyelashes as his nips traced down my neck to my collarbone. The Werewolf’s hands felt like they were everywhere on my body simultaneously, including under the gossamer ruffles of my tiny skirt. I blushed furiously at his brazen audacity. Already drunk on his Smoked Caramel and Bourbon kisses, my Inner Goddess hastened to push all thoughts of decency and common sense from my mind as the Werewolf’s thumb hooked and worked the tiny lace of my delicates down my thighs.

“I have to go,” he growled, lowering himself to crouch at my waist.  

Thank heavens, it was a quiet side street! I trusted the Gentlemanly side of the Werewolf not to put me in a compromising situation, yet my Inner Goddess pouted at the lack of public exhibitionism. The middle of a sleepy street was definitely not the place for such audaciousness. 

My delicates already displaced, the Werewolf dipped his head, peeking beneath the airy material, his warm tongue instantly finding my pearl. Internally, decency and pleasure warred. His foolhardy tongue dove deeper, swirling my pearl, his hot breath on the sensitive tissue of my inner thighs. I carelessly wanted to come; my morning appointment with my vibrator had left me woefully unsatisfied. My hips arched into his mouth as my eyes rolled back. What felt like a licentious eternity was mere seconds before he rose back to tower over me, covering my face in passionate bourbon kisses. I was unsure I could remember how to breathe, much less stand. Then, cutting off our osculations, he startled me as both hands clutched my shoulders. 

“I have to leave.” He stated, holding me at arms length. I smiled wickedly. His words were not directed so much to me but a reminder to himself. 

“So go,” I responded coquettishly. “I don’t want to make you late.” My Inner Goddess meant not a word of it as I pressed my body and hips against his course jeans. 

Using my ruffles and the open automobile door for shelter, his hands reached for his zipper as he withdrew his throbbing glory, pressing his need into the fabric of my thigh. Gods, it was the first time I had been close enough to truly touch him and feel his pulsing need between my fingers. My Inner Goddess begged me to drop to my knees and take him between my lips right then, right there.

“Miss Elsie Maxwell. Really?!?! My inner voice sounded like a Victorian spinster aunt as she glared at me over her lorgnette. “Is this the reputation you wish to have?! Really.” She huffed. “Engaging with a Werewolf in broad daylight. Such public displays and on the Sabbath no less!” My Inner Goddess did not bother to respond. Decades of prim-obedience, meek and submissive behavior, with eyes glued to the tips of my shoes, could only be endured for so many decades. However, the spinster aunt had a point—curses for a tiny car and his busy schedule. 

“Where is your truck?” I panted. “You have more room.” 

“But I’ve got to go. I really got to go.” The Werewolf grumbled as he smoothed my disheveled skirt back into place over my hips. “What a hussy!” My Inner Goddess mused. He made no move to release me as his need continued to pulse in my palm. I sighed. I would just have to take control of this situation. 

“Get in the back,” I ordered. His mind protested, but his body was mine.

What I hoped was with graceful alacrity, I moved to the side, opened the back door, and slipped into the backseat. With a flick of my heel, the espadrilles dropped from my feet as he moved beside me, firmly closing the door. Before he could protest or take control, I mounted his lap, rolling my hips against him in my yearning. My Inner Goddess was disappointed to note the Gentleman had safely tucked his glory away within the confines of his fitted jeans. Probably for the best, I was mindful of his schedule, but I did not think there was harm in winding him up a good bit. This made my Inner Goddess grin in nefarious delight. If we had to wait to experience his glory, we would certainly make him pay dearly for it. 

With a push, I found myself staring at the ceiling of the automobile. His dark head nuzzled between my legs. The lacy threads of my delicates still strung between my thighs, giving the Werewolf immediate access to my goddess. His mouth dove in with a fierce appetite, swirling and feeding on my pearl. I clutched at the car’s  thick upholstery as my orgasm rose. I attempted to restrain my cries as I lost myself in his wolfish claiming of my womanhood until my hips rose in orgasm, and I cried with sheer abandon. His rough hands were on my throat, the grip tightening as I relaxed into his control. The lascivious devil from my previous breathplay experience was back. There was no darkness or release as his fearsome grip tightened, just erotic carnality as my breath restricted and the immortal devil flicked her tail in delight. The darkness crept in, creating a vignette on all my senses. 

Lifting his head, I heard the redundant, “I have to go!” His hand released it’s grip on my larynx.

I chuckled mischievously, “Yes! Yes, go. I don’t want to keep you from your appointments.” I straightened up, adjusting the pale material of my summer dress back into place. 

Yet, his strong hand tightened around my waist, pulling me into his territory once more. I straddled his lap, wanting one last body-to-body full kiss with the Werewolf. I loved his body as his hips stressed upwards to match the undulations above his thighs. I held his head in my hands, seeking the ever-present smoked caramel and bourbon. This time, there was only the slightest tang of citrus from the morning mimosas swirling deliciously with the bourbon.

I tore myself away, resting on the seat behind him beside him. “You have got to go!” I panted, meaning it a little more this time.

“I really, really do.” He groaned his answer. The poor Gentleman simply sat there blinking as he tried to settle his churning lust, the battle between werewolf and gentleman warring within his ever-shifting animalistic eyes. 

I pursed my lips as I watched his internal battle. My Inner Goddess is apparently rather wicked. Rather than leaving the poor Gentleman alone to go about his day, she lept into his lap again, her passion redoubled as our time truly drew to a close. If he was going to leave me unsated again, this time for the company of Poseidon, I would make him suffer for denying me the pleasure that flexed only a zipper strip away. Granted, we required a bit more privacy if things were going to progress further.   

The Gentleman was only briefly caught off-guard before the Werewolf’s fingers hooked the neckline of my bodice and jerked it down to expose my breasts for his pleasure. It was my turn to groan as his face buried itself in my copious bosom until only his glossy mane showed, his hot breath moistening the sensitive skin. I continued to wriggle and move in his lap. 

At last, I pushed off, shoving him back. “You HAVE to go – now!” At this rate, we would never stop, and I worried he was already monstrously late. 

I fitted into my espadrilles again, noting how his jaw clenched in chagrin. He opened the door and proffered his hand for assistance as I slid out to join him. My mind set on behaving, I reached for the driver’s door but paused, cherishing his touch. I wanted the last thing on my lips to be the taste of the Gentleman’s smoked caramel and bourbon. 

The Werewolf was not so easily dissuaded. He flipped me around, pressing me against my wet car. My Inner 

Goddess instinctively pushed her hips against his straining girth as the weight of his body pressed into me. His hands twisted viciously in my sapphire waves as he growled in my ear. The gentle spring rain drizzled on the exposed skin of my arms as my fingers sought purchase on anything remotely clutch-able on the damp surface of my automobile. His wolfish handhold of my curls twisted painfully, causing me to gasp, our hips still welded together in the middle of the silent street. 

“This is what I want.” His lust was blatant, but I matched his craving thrust for thrust. 

“Yet, you have a very busy schedule.” I could not keep the brattiness out of my voice. 

He flipped me around once more, pressing my breasts to his chest, chin tilted for his passionate caramel and bourbon kiss.

“Now go!” He ordered, releasing me. “You damn tease!” His voice deepened as he directed my petite form away and opened the door. 

“I can’t help it if I’m a succubus.” I retorted imperiously, causing him to chuckle and shake his head. 

I grinned all the way home. My delicates were wet and pressed against my goddess; the car’s vibration only added to my pleasurable discomfort. My Inner Goddess grumbled in discontent and satisfaction with our encounter with the Werewolf.

“Don’t worry,” I attempted to console my petulant Inner Goddess. “He’ll be back. When the time is right, he’ll be back.”

Until next time, XO Elsie