Year of the Inner Goddess

July 2023 – Audio Version 

Like Alice, I had fallen into a land full of colors and experiences, almost too curious to express. An incredible dream of silhouettes and a cacophony of orgasms, all blurring into one impossible dream. I will do my best to recount the journey, but some memories have already drifted away, lost in the swirl of orgasmic bliss and time. 

The King

I lay in my semi-private bower. The tremors of my self-imposed orgasms still rippled through my body. It’s mission accomplished, the petite vibrator lay discarded on the bed beside me. I lay in the quiet of the afternoon, my eyes half closed as I listened to the sounds and whispers around me. 

A tall form moved just a few feet away, and the translucent material of the curtains shifted apart. A dark head peered between the fabric, respectfully not crossing the invisible line of my bower. I was wildly grateful for the white silky negligee flecked with large roses. I felt most delicate and feminine. I locked eyes with the stranger. 

“Mmmm.” His deep base voice resonated over my skin, causing goosebumps to appear. “Mind if I join you?”

“Say, YES!” My Inner Goddess elbowed me in the ribs as she practically drooled at The King before me. I nodded, and he slipped inside the bower. 

Polite introductions were exchanged as The King began to undress, lightly setting his folded clothes on top of his knapsack. The afternoon light, combined with the flickering candles set about the sanctuary, allowed me to thoroughly analyze the royalty undressing before me. My Inner Goddess bit her knuckles in eager excitement. The King was a tall, broad man with thick, defined arms and legs and obviously spent many hours in the gym perfecting his physic. My Inner Goddess was drooling in her gratitude. 

The King eased onto the thin mattress. It gave a slight squeak of protest beneath his weight as he moved on all fours toward my body. I tried not to freeze as my fight-or-flight instincts lit up like a dashboard in my head. I knew I would regret it, and my Inner Goddess would never forgive me if I gave into my unnecessary panic. I was safe, in control, and a guard stood on point around every corner, ready to assist. 

The King’s lips were full, and his kisses deep. The lights on my fear dashboard began to flicker off. I felt the heat from my need radiating throughout my body as I pulled his weight onto me. I felt dainty and petite beneath the massive body of The King. Even his biceps were impossibly large. 

Though intentional, The King took his time with me. Choosing to focus on our passionate kisses as he carefully ground his body against me. My hips were eager in their response as my hands explored his body. His eyes followed the pale fabric of my negligee and assisted, helping it glide down and off my body. I was pleasantly impressed when The King laid the slip of garment neatly on the mattress above my head, although the thoughtful delay irked my Inner Goddess. She wanted to get back to the kisses. 

The King began teasing the head of his impressive but not too daunting glory over the folds of my goddess. Every move brought his rounded head just a little closer to my goddess. Like fire and ice, I was torn between the heat of desire and the cool restraint of nervousness. I allowed the great king to take his time as I settled my mind, grateful for the allure and open naughtiness of the situation. 

When his great hooded glory finally breached the depth of my goddess, I was more than ready than I anticipated and melted as he slid within me without resistance. Careful with my nails, I began to paw and grip his body as my need crescendoed, its intensity startling me as I clung to The King. I cried and moaned in my exhilaration, ignoring the metal bar of the bedframe pressing through the thin mattress and into my back. Who could care about such trivial inconveniences when I had the attention of a king?

We exchanged minimal words, our bodies efficiently conveying our pleasure. Other positions were unnecessary as The King delighted me, sending my mind spiraling between orgasms. It was such a unique and a bit of an unexpected situation. I had slipped into my bower to pleasure myself, not expecting company. Yet, here I was with a complete stranger who was focused on my desire, asking for nothing but my kisses in return. What world had I fallen into?

And then it was over. The King slowed, his massive hands spreading over my breasts and down my heaving abdomen. My right leg trembled slightly from the power of his assault and the magnitude of my orgasms. Withdrawing his girth, The King rose and briefly departed from my bower for cool libations. I sat crisscrossed on the bed, trying to gather my thoughts. On his return, The King dressed, then bent over and kissed me, his lips lingering for just the briefest moment before he thanked me and departed. 

I lay back on the bed, utterly flabbergasted at the encounter. I tried to rein in my Inner Goddess from all her whoops and cartwheels, so I might commune with her about what had just transpired. I might have had more success wrangling puppies. My Inner Goddess was jubilant, and the fog of my despondency felt lighter. 

The Warrior

The Moon Goddess was well into her nightly dance as my Guardian Angel clasped my hand and guided me through one of Wonderland’s pavilions and to a bower all my own. The Guardian Angel soothed my nerves with their presence and calm, assured demeanor. Panic and uncertainty had me trembling, but I tried to convince my Guardian Angel that it was simply a reaction to the chill breeze of the dim cerulean room. Even my Inner Goddess was unnerved by the situation I had insisted we partake in. Or had my Inner Goddess insisted? Either way, sitting on the edge of the bed, we were committed now.

A dozen beds, each swathed in snowy sheets and enveloped by gently billowing curtains, supported or camouflaged couples and throuples, as they engaged in various forms of sensual pleasure. Rhythmic music pulsed, adding to the eroticism of the pavilion. Clothed in satin gold, handsome gods paraded up and down in the valley between the beds, waiting for a simple invitation from a goddess to join her on the bed of her choosing. 

In the cheery afternoon light, a Goddess had taken the time to introduce me to Dark Adonis, one of the gods of the Wonderland pavilion, promising he would treat me with thoughtful care and consideration. Now, I skittishly sat, waiting for his arrival, positive my stomach had migrated to the base of my throat. A lifetime of regret was the only thought that kept me rooted to the mattress as fight-or-flight chemicals throbbed through every vein of my tiny body. I gripped my Guardian Angel’s warm hand for reassurance.

A giant of a god approached, a broad smile stretching across his beaming face, as he introduced himself to me as The Warrior. The Warrior was barrel-chested and built like an offensive lineman but carried himself with ease. My Inner Goddess cocked an eyebrow in appreciation at him. I politely explained the situation. With courtly grace, The Warrior withdrew, but not without offering his company later should I so desire. My Inner Goddess sighed, watching The Warrior’s immense buttocks sway as he walked away. I was keenly aware of keeping my Guardian Angel from enjoying their evening. My anxiety inched higher with every ticking second as my fingers drummed the bed impatiently, and still no Dark Adonis.

It was now or never, and though overwhelmed with timidity, my Inner Goddess refused to allow us to retreat in defeat. On my request, my Guardian Angel stepped away to invite The Warrior to join me. Making sure I was outwardly comfortably situated, my Guardian Angel slipped away, not to be seen again. 

The Warrior was attentive, reading my jitters, and was calculated in his movements, keeping his body liquid so as to quiet my nerves as he sat on the edge of my bed. His deep, resonant voice asked about my hometown and whether I had been to Wonderland. As The Warrior spoke, his massive hand began to stroke my bent knee as I sat crisscrossed before him. Gradually, his hand moved towards my neck, and I found myself reflexively tilting my head to encourage his touch. Though my breath still came in halting puffs, my Inner Goddess began plucking up her courage as I began to reciprocate The Warrior’s touch. 

The first time The Warrior kissed me, I felt the wings of my Inner Goddess begin to unfurl as my confidence and trust in our surroundings unfurled. The sounds and cries of exploding pleasure mixed with my moans as The Warrior pressed me back onto the bed. The magnitude of his incredible body dwarfed my petite body. My Inner Goddess loved it. 

The skirt of my silken negligee was carefully lifted from my hips as The Warrior dipped his head to my apprehensive goddess. What if I could not climax? What if I took too long to climax and others could not use the space? What if my goddess was not “inviting” and The Warrior only performed out of obligation? A million other thoughts flooded my mind in panic, creating so much adrenaline that I almost rose and fled the bower, leaving all my belongings to be retrieved another day.

“Run…run…get out of here!” My nearly hysterical mind repeated the words over and over as my throat tightened. “Just go, apologize in the light of day! Run and…” These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt. Broad and warm, The Warrior’s tongue had taken one magnificent lick of my goddess, his fingers resting on my delicate inner thighs. 

“Ohh, my!” Whispered my Inner Goddess, finally finding her voice. “Perhaps, we could stay for just a moment longer.” She reasoned with my skittish mind. One more moment could not hurt, I agreed. 

Slowly, my body warmed to The Warrior as his tongue lapped, licked, and worked its way to my timid pearl. He seemed unhurried and quite unperturbed by the explicit sounds around us. Gradually, I relaxed, and The Warrior’s hands began to explore my body, his lips, and tongue still dedicated to worshiping my goddess. 

“Let go,” My Inner Goddess whispered. She was still uneasy but far more courageous than I felt. I gave a slight nod of ascent, releasing my body into her care. 

Stars began to burst around me as my body loosened and surrendered to the keen zeal of The Warrior at my goddess. Lights, sounds, and the divinity around me faded away as I felt the swell of need awaken. It was lazy at first, like a sleepy dragon, but it soon roared to full power, obliterating all nervousness in the magnificent heat of my orgasm. My fingers curled around the thin mattress as my entire body arched. I tried to muffle my cries by curling my lips inward and moaning; however, I do not think I was entirely successful. 

The Warrior took his time, using the head of his girth to tease and excite until my Inner Goddess was nearly begging him. She lifted my hips in an attempt to insist on his advancement. When The Warrior finally slipped between the curtains of my goddess, my eyes rolled back in sheer rapture. As the noble Warrior moved over my body, I pulled him into my arms, bosom, and soul as I buried my face into the great expanse of his shoulder. 

At first thrusts, I had to consciously focus and soothe my abdomen’s inner and outer muscles. The Warrior was not so great as to cause me pain, yet the ringing at my inner gate instinctually caused my muscles to tense up. The tension only caused more discomfort. With steady breathing and by focusing on the area, my body eased, and I was able to wrap, well, attempt to wrap my legs around the waist of The Warrior so he might truly impale me with every glorious inch. 

The Warrior stayed with me for some time. Every moment my body was in some state of cuming, floating in waves of pleasure. I was careful not to mark his beautiful skin, clawing at the thin fabric around me or digging my nails into my palms as I clung to The Warrior in my fervor. 

With a last few kisses, tickling my neck, cheek, and lips, The Warrior retreated, sitting on the edge of the bed. I rose onto my elbows to watch as he dressed. The Warrior departed my small bower with promises to look for the Dark Adonis and return with water. My Inner Goddess took the opportunity to watch the silhouettes of the lovers around me, sigh at the music of their cries, and meld with their souls in the sensual mystic blue of Wonderland. 

The Warrior returned with chilled water but no sign of the Dark Adonis. He offered to wait, but I politely excused him so he could rest and refresh himself. I assured The Warrior that I needed to lay back and breathe for a moment, and then I would be on my way. The Warrior gallantly lifted my fingers, feeling so small in his muscular hand, and touched my hand with a tender kiss. He thanked me for my time and wished me well. I blushed, speechless at the knightly gesture, and after he departed behind the gauzy curtain, I flopped back onto the thin mattress and gazed at the invisible stars in sheer wonder at the experience. 

The Youth & The Pale Shadow

A gentle voice spoke just above me. Not realizing I had closed my eyes, my eyelashes fluttered open. The speaker was a youth inquiring if I would like company. I repeated my line, stating that I was waiting for Dark Adonis. The Youth disappeared to see if he had arrived but returned a short while later, saying that Dark Adonis had not arrived, but he was willing to keep me company in the meantime. 

We sat on the mattress while I sipped my water. I gazed at The Youth quizzically. My curiosity for his age sat on the tip of my tongue, but proper etiquette kept my lips sealed. One simply does not question another’s age, and had I, The Youth, might have turned the question around on me. I shuttered. I have been proud of my age for years and quickly answered or announced my passage of time. Yet, these two months, I have found myself to be somewhat melancholy when it comes to my age. Heaven help me for my next birthday’s toll and the milestone it will mark. 

Obviously, of legal age, the Youth had to be in his twenties but how far into them? I nibbled my lip and continued to chat as I tried to assess his age. Could he be in his early thirties? No, not remotely. Younger men were not my forte; I had never been with a younger man. My companions range from 2-20 years my senior. I love their solid experience and the lack of awkwardness I assumed would come with a younger man. A terrible thought crossed my mind. My face blanched. Did The Youth have a thing for…gulp…cougars?? While technically a year away from a “cougar” status, I wondered how many years showed on my face. 

“May I kiss you while we wait?” The Youth’s face was now just inches from my own. 

There was a brief internal struggle, my Inner Goddess eventually winning. Age was just a number, after all. Besides, others were milling around searching for an available bower, and I had already taken my share of time. I could not wait on Dark Adonis forever. I nodded as I leaned close. Interesting. The Youth was surprisingly an excellent kisser. I felt a warm stirring in my southern region, and the wings of my Inner Goddess unfolded just a little bit more in curiosity. 

One hand slipped incredibly long fingers around the curve of my neck as he pulled me into his arms and I straddled his lap. My Inner Goddess was convinced and muted my mind as it still ran age calculations and rattled its abacus in hesitation. The Youth was lean, taller than me, and attractive. Most importantly, he was interested and in my bower of his own volition. 

My mind had failed to account for the energy and unbelievable stamina of the young. I wondered if my Inner Goddess had thought of this at the onset and if that was part of her eagerness to consent to The Youth. I would mull over the thought later. The Youth treated my body like his own personal jungle gym. Bent and curved, my body was taken and pleasured in various positions. My orgasms were so overwhelming that I found it utterly impossible to restrain my cries and shrieks as my soul was shattered in a continual state of orgasm. 

The Youth requested I turn over onto my stomach. Wobbly and still riding the last euphoric wave, I feebly rolled over and presented my lifted hips. The Youth shifted behind me. Turning, I was puzzled to see his feet flat on the thin mattress next to my knees. Grabbing my waist and using my hipbones as handles, The Youth swung his body into my form, pummeling me with prodigious speed and force. My Inner Goddess had no time to retrieve her jaw from the floor, and I was obliged to dig my elbows into the mattress as anchors to prevent me from rocketing into the wall in front of me. If I thought I had cum my hardest before, this new position unlocked a new level, forever changing my perspective on those younger than myself. I discarded all visage of quiet decorum as The Youth continued his furious barrage until I thought I might break apart from his strength and the ever-increasing peaks of my orgasms. 

When at last, The Youth slowed, I twisted onto my back, taking great gasps of air as I stretched my cramping legs. The Youth smiled, pleased with himself without the appearance of smug satisfaction. He looked calm, and though his dark skin sparkled in the shimmering candles, he did not appear to be winded. My Inner Goddess covered herself with her robe. Were we really so old to be winded and every muscle cramping and begging for a massage after sex with a youth? 

I shifted on the mattress, sitting up to adjust a strip of bedding that had become wadded under my lower back. It was then I noticed the consequences of The Youth’s violent barrage. The mattress had been shoved off the frame a solid three feet, the head pressing against the wall while the exposed bones of the bedframe were visible for all to see. Gleefully laughing, we rose and shifted the mattress back into place before laying down once more. 

“What else would you like to experience tonight?” The Youth whispered. 

I bulked. It had been a monumental effort just to get me into the pavilion I had failed to consider the available options. I foolishly turned to my Inner Goddess for support. 

“We could ask for two kings! DP or a London Bridge!” Her mind ran wild with possibilities. 

I hurriedly hushed My Inner Goddess. My sheltered and inexperienced mind was still struggling to cope with the concept and idea of Wonderland. My surroundings were the stuff of erotica meant to be fantasized as I lay alone in my bed, my vibrator buzzing between my legs, not actually experienced. I could not ask two masculine strangers to join me simultaneously! What were their boundaries? What was within their comfort zone? Such things need to be discussed and agreed upon ahead of time…right? I felt lost, rudderless without a captain.

“Would you like me to invite someone else to join us?” The Youth suggested in the absence of my answer. 

“Go for it,” interceded my Inner Goddess. “Please?”

At my consenting nod, The Youth beckoned to one of the gold-clad gods promenading the walkway between bowers within the pavilion. Unexpectedly, a Pale Shadow answered the call and negotiated with The Youth: nervousness and the babble of our surroundings muting their conversation. 

Still on my back, The Youth lifted my hips to rest on his thighs, my feet planted flat on the mattress next to his bent knees. The Pale Shadow slipped from his golden silk and positioned himself at my head. My Inner Goddess eagerly wet my lips, and my tongue extended as I took his sleepy glory in my eager mouth. The Youth began to move with a smooth rhythm, awakening yet another orgasm but far more slowly, working in partnership with the Pale Shadow. 

I focused on the Pale Shadow above me but was becoming disconcerted. Nothing was happening with the Pale Shadow. I had been moaning and nearly cuming once more on The Youth, but my Inner Goddess diverted all focus on the Pale Shadow. Determined to find a way to please and encourage him, I pulled out every oral trick I knew, but the four inches remained soft and unmoved. Unease and mortification flooded my senses as my fear of causing another sexual discomfort seemed almost prophetic. I began to panic, wondering how I might extricate myself from the distressing situation. I turned my head to the side, releasing The Pale Shadow, and made an excuse for water. Both gentlemen released me. The Pale Shadow dressed quickly and moved away. I was so perplexed and flustered. Should I say something to him? Did I need to apologize? I felt awful and worried as the Pale Shadow melted into the crystal blue of the Pavilion, and I never saw him again. 

I retrieved my glass of water from under the bedframe as The Youth lounged on the bed. I was now faced with a new dilemma. The Youth was obviously ready for round three…or was it four? Five? But sleep and the comfort of a proper bed called my name. I had wanted to stay for Dark Adonis, and leaving without at least saying hello seemed incredibly rude after our afternoon conversation. I pretended to sip more water as I stood at the foot of the bed, wondering how to cordially withdraw without The Youth thinking I was inviting him to my private sanctuary. 

“Elise?” A new voice spoke into the space close to my ear. I turned to see Dark Adonis calmly standing to my left. Odd, my trauma senses had not felt his approach. Perhaps my body was more comfortable in the pavilion than I realized. 

My Inner Goddess lit up. The Dark Adonis had been so well-spoken of, and the Goddess had given him strict instructions to treat me well. Having her command to bolster my bravery and meeting Dark Adonis in the brilliance of the afternoon sun, I had felt more secure about entering this part of Wonderland. Now, he stood tall beside me. 

Pickles! Another predicament greeted me. How did I thank The Youth for his company and excuse him for the evening? I felt adrift without a knowledgeable friend or partner to instruct me on the proper etiquette for such a situation. Was there some type of guidebook I should have read ahead of time? “Sexual Freedom for Dummies” or perhaps “How to Navigate Sexual Scenarios 101 for Sheltered Divorcées?” No? Well, then, I would just muddle through this adventure. 

Unsure what else to do, I introduced the two gods.

“Oh, Dude, she’s been asking and waiting for you all evening!” The Youth exclaimed, still lounging on his side.

My Inner Goddess fainted in humiliation, and I blanched and then flushed to my sapphire roots in mortification. I had only requested him because of our introduction, and he was the only god I trusted to care for me in the curious and exotic world I found myself in. Now the Dark Adonis would think I was some desperate and needy cougar! At the revelation, Dark Adonis began to apologize profusely for being late when he had told me his planned arrival time. I vigorously shook my head at The Youth’s words, fumbling with some excuse. I have literally no idea what I managed to convey. Though I know he meant nothing by the comment, I was grateful The Youth could not see that my Inner Goddess was glaring daggers at him.

I was attempting to soothe my ruffled Inner Goddess when I realized Dark Adonis and The Youth were speaking to each other. Dark Adonis was starting to bow out in deference to the already situated youth while the Youth was inviting Dark Adonis to join us. Thoughts of fleeing the awkward situation began to peel like bells in my head as I incoherently mumbled unhelpfully. How did I request Dark Adonis to stay and dismiss The Youth without causing the greatest offense and rudeness?! My Inner Goddess buried her face in her hands to block out the situation leaving me to fend for myself. Surprisingly, it was The Youth who stepped into the chaos.

“Tell ya what,” The Youth said. “I’m going to go and let y’all get acquainted, and I’ll be back.”

The Youth rose and kissed my hand while I expressed gratitude and delight for our time together. My Inner Goddess, her face no longer concealed, was startled by the gesture—a second lordly kiss on my hand in a single evening. With courtly grace, The Youth withdrew. 

Dark Adonis

“Alone” I turned to Dark Adonis, genuinely looking at him for the first time. Dark Adonis was similar in height and build to The Youth. Both were pushing close to 6’ in size and lean with almost zero body fat. While The Youth could attribute his physic to his high metabolism and his boyish age, Dark Adonis obviously spent hours each day in the gym. I placed Dark Adonis at maybe 9-10 years my senior. He was lean from head to toe, but each muscle effortlessly bulged, beautifully sculpted, and outlined in perfection without going overboard. To say I was a little daunted by his flawlessness would be an understatement. While imposing in height, the Dark Adonis carried himself without haughty arrogance. Instead, his aura was clear and calm next to me.

My eyes trailed down his washboard abs while my Inner Goddess unsuccessfully tried not to drool. He wore some sort of bondage around his hips. Loosely based on an undergarment in shape, one heavy strap encircled the waist while matching straps wrapped each thigh, leaving his hefty glory exposed. Thick metal rings hung here and there from the thick leather. I wanted to explore the construct, understanding the intricacies of how the piece was manufactured and held about the hips. Still, ladylike propriety forbade my gaze from lingering and my lips from questioning the Dark Adonis on his gear. My Inner Goddess was utterly entranced by the contraption and eager to see Dark Adonis in action. 

We sat on the bed, and I fiddled with my cup. Dark Adonis apologized once more for his tardiness while I assured him my inquiries had not been a demand. Rather, having been introduced, I did not want to appear rude or dismissive by not, at the very least, saying hello. He nodded in appreciation of my sentiment. 

More fiddling on my part. As stated in previous situations, I am inept at reading others’ intentions regarding intimacy. Dark Adonis had seen me with one other god, and though I had seen to my refreshment, did I need to confess that I had been with two gods already? Pickles, where was the guidebook “How to Navigate Sexual Scenarios 101 for Sheltered Divorcées?” 

“Look,” I blurted into the pause. “I’m new at this and don’t know what to do here.” My Inner Goddess shook her head at my repeating motto.

Dark Adonis smiled smoothly and suggested I lay on my stomach, and he could start by massaging my back. I tilted my head in surprise. This was certainly not what I had expected. While my mind was worried about occupying my borrowed bower for too long, my weary muscles melted under Dark Adonis’ tender caress. Warned by my Inner Goddess against falling asleep, I turned my left cheek to the rumbled sheet and observed the throuple in the bower next to me. Heat and excitement slowly licked at my loins, and my Inner Goddess shook out her pale wings once more. She truly is insatiable. 

I rolled onto my back once more, and Dark Adonis gave the softest nips on my exposed breasts, leaving them for the honey of my lips. My fingers traced the ladder of his spine and the rippling deltoids of his upper arm as his long, athletic body stretched above me. With aristocratic polish, Dark Adonis joined with my body. Though not terrifying in size, my Inner Goddess groaned long and deeply at his length and fullness. 

With careful precision, Dark Adonis began to glide slowly back and forth. Sometimes circling his hips in a provocative clockwise motion. Kisses and fingers continued to explore as Dark Adonis continued his unhurried technique. While most enjoyable at the beginning, my orgasm was not growing, and I briefly wondered if perhaps I had used them all up. 

“Not a chance!” Sniffed my Inner Goddess, offended at the very idea. “Though we have been very well attended, we are not close to our record of 72.”

I tried angling my hips to meet Dark Adonis’ thrusts, but the bondage garment had become rather cumbersome and rubbed my mound until it became tender. I was becoming less of a fan of the added gear. Heavens! What was a girl to do?? Doubt began to trickle in. Perhaps, he was not enjoying the experience. Maybe I was terrible at it?! I was actively engaged, and my kisses were full, meeting his own with fervor. My mind felt a little exhausted navigating so many new situations in so short a time. 

“Would you mind if I rolled over?” I whispered in Dark Adonis’ ear on an upward thrust.

We changed positions, with me on all fours. This time, I pointed my head toward the valley separating the bowers. Once more, Dark Adonis began his slow, methodical locomotion. His hand began massaging and stroking my shoulders, working the sore muscles loose. I moved and arched my neck as his fingers fondled my dangling breasts. They loved the soft attention. I was slow to comprehend that the whole experience was more of a love-making connection than just a “one-and-done, thank you, ma’am.” 

“How odd and unexpected.” I mused. I had not known what to expect in Wonderland and, more specifically, the pavilion. I had expected the pavilion to be much more of a “fast-food” experience, with workers rotating through and cleaning bowers as quickly as possible. Dark Adonis was taking his time with me. Was that permitted? Would I get in trouble and be escorted out?

“Well, until the authorities kick us out,” reasoned my Inner Goddes. “Suppose we just enjoy ourselves, shall we?”

With this change of perspective, I began to relax into Dark Adonis. After all, had not the Goddess expressly ordered him to “take good care” of me? My orgasm began to bloom and blossom. I gave a long groan as I buried my face into the thin mattress. Dark Adonis took the sign and gradually increased his speed and depth of penetration. Not that there was much further he could go! Even with Dark Adonis’ gentle thrusting, his engorged head was nearly maxing my capabilities, brushing on my inner gateway with every move. 

Another groan, my orgasm at last bursting forth as Dark Adonis’ hips became a blur of movement, and the slap, slap, slap of our bodies called the attention of the silhouettes around us. My face cocooned in the mattress, hushing the height of my cries. My fingers gripped the ironwork of the bedframe beneath as once more I was propelled into oblivion, my orgasm eviscerating all sights and sound around me. Nothing existed but the exquisite power washing through me and the formidable god’s gift. 

With every nerve still firing, I rolled to my side, sated and exhausted. I was utterly limp as Dark Adonis traced his fingers between my breasts. Every atom wanted just to roll over and fall asleep in the cool bower. That would never do, and my own bed waited for me. With an abundance of kisses, I thanked Dark Adonis for his time and attention. I was flabbergasted when he requested my number to stay in touch. Once numbers were exchanged, I donned my scarlet cover, feeling a thrill as the cool silk material slid down my body like a crimson waterfall to pool at my feet. With my knapsack in hand, I parted the sheer curtain for the safety of my sanctuary. Before I could take a dainty step out, a vast, grinning face accosted me from the other side of the translucent material. 

Aurelius

“Hey, there!” Aurelius boomed, looking down at me. 

I blinked in vast surprise. I had met Aurelius days earlier, and over the week, our paths had crossed a few times with a brief chat here and there but nothing more, though I knew he desired far, far more. Now, his grin said everything he wanted. Not in a creepy or uncomfortable manner. This was merely a god who knew what he wanted and would not leave the details for me to decode. 

Aurelius was good-looking with a quick smile. Not narrow and toned like The Youth or Dark Adonis. Aurelius had thick legs that supported his tall frame with its expansive chest and heavyset shoulders. My Inner Goddess imagined how delicious it would be curled up in his arms and how incredibly small and delicate I would feel as the little spoon swallowed by his mighty body.

Ignoring my Inner Goddess’ fantasies, I explained I was heading to bed, the hour being late, and I was attempting not to monopolize the bower. He gave the most disarmingly boyish of grins and asked if I would stay for just a bit longer. I was bone weary, and who knew how long the Moon Goddess had been performing her nightly waltz? However, considering it was my last night in Wonderland, my Inner Goddess decided to see what this persistent god had to offer. One last hurray for the night. 

“He better be worth it.” I declared to my Inner Goddess. My body groaned slightly, but I smiled and acquiesced. 

At that precise moment, Aurelius slid the loose pants from his body, and a behemoth sprang forth like a panther eager for prey. All thoughts of sleep vaporized at the anaconda before me. When she could speak, my Inner Goddess smirked, turned to me, and said, 

“Does that answer your question?!?” I nodded mutely. 

Aurelius, both hands carefully around my neck, pulled me in for a most luscious kiss. What a fool I had been to consider going to bed and missing out on this adventure! I moaned as his embrace deepened, leaning into him so his hands could roam my body. The giant between us stretched, demanding attention. 

“Okay,” Whispered my Inner Goddess. I sat on the edge of the mattress gazing at the wonder before me, my fingers caressing the ponderous weight of his heavy jewels. “Let’s see what you can do!”

Discreetly, my tongue flicked across my lips, wetting them as Aurelius patiently stood before me, his hands resting lightly on my shoulders. His sturdy legs spread as he gazed down at the crown of my sapphire head. I bent low and opened my mouth as wide as possible, one hand guiding him while my other hand encircled the base of the behemoth. 

Gods have mercy! Aurelius was girthier than my own wrist. And, I did check. If I clasp my wrist with the opposite hand, my thumb can comfortably rest on the nail of my middle finger. My fingers wrapped around the base of Aurelius’ glory were not able to even touch the tips! Not to mention that no matter how determinately I tried, I could only swallow a quarter of his length, his immutable head filling my throat. Gathering all her magic around her, My Inner Goddess resolved to show that quarter the best oral it had ever known!

Wrapping both hands around his length still left me over a quarter to enjoy and pleasure. I started cautiously, my Inner Goddess and I doing everything to widen my throat in an attempt to accept another inch. Soon, I was drooling copiously onto my lap and moaning as I sped up, working his entire length with my mouth and both hands. Seeing my zeal, Aurelius rested his hands on the back of my head, adding just a bit of pressure but did not force me. I was giving him everything I had, and the wings of my Inner Goddess had never spread so sumptuously nor shimmered more brightly. 

What happened next was a blind, crazed fury. I had worried I would not be able to take the colossus but well-lubed and my Inner Goddess primed, Aurelius easily slid within me. I came instantly and extravagantly. A frenzy took hold of us. Something mad and frantic. It was perhaps a good thing we were in a more public setting. Alone, we might have destroyed the room and furniture in our blind madness. Anyone looking at us might have assumed we were in the middle of a lovers’ spat, attempting to exhaust our anger and frustration, not simply strangers colliding like two potent comets in an astral plane. As it stood, I was shocked the bedframe held up, and security was not called to separate us. 

I could not tell you who was in more control, Aurelius, or my Inner Goddess, as we tore at each other, though we were careful not to mark the other’s skin. I moved from lying on my back, the supporting beam of metal bedframe digging into the knots of my spine at the passion of Aurelius’ bombardment, to kneeling on all fours. My body slammed back into Aurelius as we collided in desire. At one point, I had no idea how we got there. Aurelius sat on the side of the bed, feet rooted to the thin carpet below us. I straddled his lap, my feet resting on the mattress at his hips.

“Grab my neck!” He ordered. I did so, but apparently not the right way.

“I said. Grab my neck.” Aurelius repeated the order, carefully emphasizing each syllable. The fingers of both hands knit together behind his thick, ox-like neck, his hands around my waist, dragging me down. Whenever I lifted my hips, his insistent hands around my waist forcefully pulled me down to further impale me with his incredible monstrosity. I felt no pain, no discomfort, only a crazed beast rampant in her thirst. 

“Use me!” He barked. “Harder!”

My Inner Goddess did. The frenzy in his eyes and indecent commentary only drove me to use him harder. I rode and wore him like he was the last man on earth. Like I was living my final hour, determined to experience every last explosive orgasm possible. 

My knees began to weaken, and I slid from his body to stand before him, my naked breasts titillating before him. One hand caressed and stroked first, the left, and then the right breast, while the opposite hand trailed down to my goddess. Despite the skill and attention of my evening lovers, I had yet to experience a flooding orgasm. Not that I minded so much. Thinking of the mess my river would create on the bedding, becoming a stranger’s responsibility to change, was a rather uncomfortable scenario. Perish the thought! As Aurelius’ fingers deepened, stroking the soft mound of my inner jewel, I could feel the imminent release of my nectar.

“If you do that,” I mumbled, barely able to contain myself,  “you’ll make me cum all over the place!”

“Do you really think I don’t know what I’m doing?” His voice was a soft, purposeful growl, and with that, his fingers began the necessary jackhammering motion my body craved. Nectar began trickling down my legs, despite my attempts to hold back the shuddering dam.

“No!!!!!!” I exclaimed to my Inner Goddess. “Not on the carpet!“ I shrieked. 

I feebly patted the bed as I squeezed every muscle, pulling them taunt as reinforcements for the walls of my dam. Aurelius allowed me to recline once more on the thin mattress, his fingers barely leaving my goddess. Once in position, the furious battery resumed. I released everything and came in glorious magnificence. Only an experience with my Dom topped this flood of nectar and mind-numbing bliss. Warm fluid coated our bodies, running under my hips, up my hourglass waist, and tickling the nape of my neck. I felt the electric pulse of my orgasm in every feather as my Inner Goddess soared in ecstasy. And still, Aurelius worked me until I tapped the mattress beside me, begging for a respite. 

I lay limp, spread eagle on the ruined bed. Utterly incapable of moving. My Inner Goddess would have done cartwheels and whooped in victory if she had not been so exhausted. As it was, she, too, was spread eagle and unmoving. Until that is, Aurelius bent his great head between my floppy legs and took one long luscious lick of my swollen goddess. Another moan escaped me in the warm comfort of the soft member. Tenderly, Aurelius parted the folds of my goddess, narrowed his tongue, and began to deftly flick and then suck on my wanton pearl. Goooods, he was good. Very, very good. 

A vaguely familiar voice tickled my right ear. Trying to focus amid my euphoria, I blinked until my eyes focused to see The Youth kneeling with a glass of water. I have never been more pleased to see a cup of water. I gulped greedily, forgetting in my thirst to thank The Youth for his thoughtfulness. Aurelius did not stop.

It was without invitation, although my Inner Goddess did not mind, that The Youth sprawled on the bed next to me. A small part of my brain cringed, knowing the cold wetness The Youth must be lying in. However, his boyish face revealed nothing of the discomfort he must have felt seeping against his naked hip and thigh. 

Instead, resting on one elbow, he began to fondle my breasts. Aurelius buried his face even deeper, wrapping his great arms around my tiny thighs as he continued to hold the curtains of my goddess apart for easier access to my pulsing pearl. My eyes were closed, enjoying the sensation when I felt the hot breath of The Youth on my left nipple. My heart began to palpitate in desire. Soon enough, The Youth started to suck and eventually devour my breast. My Inner Goddess swooned at the dual attention, and I moaned unrestrainedly.

Tirelessly the two gods worked my body until I could feel the rare extraordinaire orgasm growing from within my pearl. I begged them not to stop, but the words caught in my throat. Both must have sensed my nearness and re-doubled their efforts, their lips never leaving my flesh. My fingers scrambled for a handhold as the pressure built, finally settling on a combination of the thin mattress and bedframe’s metal bars above and under my head. In this position, my upper arms effectively sheltered my face, though not my screams, as I exploded from the twin mouths. 

If I had cum before, what was this? If I had experienced orgasms all night, then what did I call this inferno? Like a Sapphire Phoenix, fire blazed and licked my skin, though I remained unburned as my wingtips rippled in their heat. At last, almost simultaneously, the gods lifted their faces from my slick body. I lay unmoving, eyes wearily closed. I could not see their faces to know their thoughts on the experience. The blue flames still glowed and flickered across my skin. I grinned like a silly fool.

My mind was a blur of foggy bliss, and to this day, I am unsure how the final exchange between the three of us ended. I received Aurelius‘ and The Youth’s phone numbers, bringing my total number of contacts to three in the space of a single evening. I hope I was gracious in my parting with Aurelius because even though I had zero libations that evening, I do not recall our goodbye. 

The Youth gallantly escorted me through the winding mazes of Wonderland to freshen in the ladies’ room. My heart nearly stopped as I observed The Youth’s features in the brighter light of the passage. He, indeed, was as young as I had feared. Well, my Inner Goddess gave him points for his inexhaustible stamina and for using me as his personal jungle gym. I was tickled by his invitation to leave the pavilion and join him at a nearby coterie, but the wisdom of my age and the fatigue of my body bid me to politely decline the thoughtful invitation. 

Checking my device, I was aghast to discover it was nearly 2 AM! I had been in the pavilion for almost three whole hours! My traveling companions must have been so worried! I made a hasty farewell and rode the silver conveyance to my chamber. Through all of this, my Inner Goddess sat quietly and smiled, her snowy wings positively radiant. The magical night was been the stuff of legends and salacious books! As the doors of my transport parted in opposite directions, I laced fingers with my Inner Goddess. What a life we were going to live…together! 

Until next time, XO. Elsie