Year of the Inner Goddess

July 2023 – Audio Version

My weariness took control over my muscles at the sight of my bed. In a most unladylike manner, I flopped onto the bed, and my entire weight dropped like a stone onto the bed’s surface. My Inner Goddess was utterly horrified but powerless over my sapped body as I sunk even deeper into the comfort of the mattress, my arms sprawled away from my body like a limp starfish. Familiar with my sanctuary, Mr. Tuesday followed me and sorted through his knapsack as I lay impassive on my bed.

“He’s going to think I don’t want him!!” My Inner Goddess began to panic as she poked and prodded my unresponsive form. My mind steadily ignored her despite her persistence. 

My Inner Goddess heaved a sigh of relief when Mr. Tuesday, unperturbed by my unsexy position, knelt on the bed over my prone form. Placing his massive hands on bare skin, Tuesday began to massage and kneed the tense muscles of my shoulders and back. I groaned under his ministrations, feeling my nerves turn to rubber under his touch. 

“My massage oil is in my other bag,” Tuesday said without pausing.

Far too quickly for my Inner Goddess’ liking, I directed Tuesday to the top cupboard of the headboard, where a bottle of massage gel waited for just this moment. Tuesday resumed his thoughtful attention as I lay unmoving, squeezing a bit on his broad palms. The soothing addition of the gel had me liquefied into the cool sheets.  

“Elsie! Don’t you DARE fall asleep!” My Inner Goddess was truly worried that her evening agenda was about to fall apart. 

“But I’m so tired,” I whined. “Besides, Tuesday said it was about connection, not just sex!” With every swipe of Tuesday’s oiled hands, my eyelids felt heavier and heavier.

“I will not have us go down as the girl who fell asleep on her company and her caller not only left unsatisfied but saw himself out as well!” The very idea was barbaric to my Inner Goddess. 

“Then I’m going to need all your help,” I mumbled truthfully. “I’m almost done for.” The gentle music, wafting breeze, and warm firmness of Tuesday’s body were a recipe for rest, not passion.

Taking the floppy reins of control firmly within her long polished nails, my Inner Goddess arched my hips upwards and into Tuesday’s spread thighs as he straddled us. I found the movement was surprisingly fluid, smooth, and wildly seductive. I had no idea I was still capable of such a move. Tuesday moaned in response but did not pause his work. My Inner Goddess repeated the action and felt the slightest twinge in answer from within Tuesday’s athletic shorts—arch, roll, and press. My Inner Goddess repeated the moves until Tuesday was utterly distracted from the massage and focused his attention on my now wiggling hips. With smug satisfaction, my Inner Goddess felt the now thick reaction pressing on my thigh, begging for release. 

With a broad grin, Tuesday stepped to the side of the bed and removed his summer shirt and dark pants before assisting me out of my tiny shorts. I wondered why I hadn’t taken them off before collapsing in bed. My Inner Goddess asked herself the same thing, giving me a cold look at my slacking preparation. 

Tuesday gazed down at my nude body and cupped his glory and jewels as his eyes wondered my form. This sensually lewd move bewitched my Inner Goddess, and I felt my goddess begin to glisten in acknowledgment wetting my inner thighs as I slithered my body for his attention. Tuesday bit his bottom lip and gave a slight “Mmmmm.”

Tuesday’s thick fingers were on my knees, effectively spreading my legs as he knelt to my goddess. All drowsy thoughts of sleep evaporated as Tuesday began to eat me like his favorite dessert. Slurps and moans filled my ears. Tuesday not only focused on the inner curtains of my goddess but held back the folding curtains for better precision on my pearl. With amorous dedication, he licked the outer flesh of my goddess and up the cliff of each thigh. In the throws of cumming, my Inner Goddess wondered if we had transformed into some sugar confection as Tuesday poured his ardent attention on my goddess. Frantically, I reached behind me and pulled the edge of the comforter over my face, balling the soft material over my screaming mouth as Tuesday’s efforts brought me to climax after climax. 

Taking a pause, Tuesday lifted his great head, face slick with my pleasure, and just grinned at me, mightily pleased with himself. My Inner Goddess wiggled her fingers in a summons for Tuesday to join her once more on the bed. Tuesday did not hesitate as I scooted back and then wrapped my legs as far around Tuesday’s wide hips as they could reach. 

Unhurried, Tuesday leaned down and slowly kissed my lips and down the right side of my neck. My Inner Goddess wondered if Tuesday understood just how tantalizing and annoying it was to feel his full, sheathed glory dangling just out of reach of my goddess and swinging against my inner thigh. I felt torn between the sensual kisses enveloping the sensitive skin of my throat and the intense need I had for his glory, stretching and filling me. My Inner Goddess delighted in the agony. 

The kisses continued, heating my flesh…just not where I wanted it the most. I reached between our bodies and closed my fingers around Tuesday’s hanging fruit. I loved the heavy weight in my hands as I guided his protrusive tip to my anxious goddess. Understanding my movements, Tuesday adjusted his position and gave an agonizingly slow thrust, burying every inch within me. 

Seeing my burgeoning orgasm creasing my face, Tuesday began to propel his body and hips deeper and deeper, driving his glorious length against my inner jewel. My Inner Goddess released the strings tethering my soul to my body as the waves of my orgasms claimed our very essence. Tuesday was well experienced, and moved and adjusted my silky legs in various positions to increase the intensity of each thrust. Some angles teased the opening of my goddess, while others allowed him to nearly breach my inner gate! All brought me exquisite orgasms as my muffled cries reached the gods. 

Though nothing outward changed, my Inner Goddess sensed energy surging and evolving colors, deepening somehow. I gripped Tuesday, pulling him closer as I bucked in tempo with his vigorous thrusts. Tuesday began to moan, a rumble from deep within his expansive chest, his attention on his own impending detonation. I was torn between my cresting orgasm and focusing on the elation of his release. 

“Cum with me!” I shouted, but only a cry of pleasure escaped my lips, reverberating over my vocal cords. Either the moment had arrived, or Tuesday understood the unspoke request. Regardless, with five great heaves, Tuesday shattered with a cavernous bellow that thrilled and sent goosebumps rippling across my trembling skin. Shorter aftershocks followed each thrust, sending my Inner Goddess spiraling in undulating delight. 

With a chuckle and pronounced sigh, Tuesday lay his great body against my pillows, beckoning me to join him. Already moving towards him on weak knees, I collapsed onto his shoulder, our bodies damp and heaving after our exertion. Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, once more hovered near me, his fingers resting on my fluttering eyelids. My Inner Goddess strained to focus on Tuesday as he chatted while tracing the length of my back and the curve of my breasts. The Dream Lord was persistent, and I lightly dozed, catching only tidbits of sentences but doing my best to nod or make an affirming noise now and then, pretending I was not well on my way to sleep.

Swarthy fingers tickled my mound, just above my pearl. My body and mind were sluggish to respond, but my Inner Goddess was instantly on alert. I had yet to move from the comfort of Tuesday’s warm chest, the beat of his heart a calming cadence. 

“Noo…!!” I wailed to my throbbing Inner Goddess. “I’m too tired to play again!”

“You might not want to, but more importantly, I do!” My Inner Goddess parted our legs, an invitation that Tuesday instantly accepted. 

The dream realm dissipated once more, quickly replaced with cries as my body blossomed in orgasm and my soul reached for the stars. Tuesday was far too talented. Nectar trickled down to the summer sheets, glistening in the pale light. Perhaps my Inner Goddess was correct, I did have more within me, and I wanted this with Tuesday. My Inner Goddess was lowed in smug self-righteousness. Heavens, I wondered how I would manage to reach old age in one piece with my Inner Goddess running the show!

“But with me in charge, think of how rich and full your life will be. You will have plenty of stories to keep you company as you sit in your rocking chair.” My Inner Goddess wooed.

I did not entirely agree with her perspective. I enjoy a wide range of adventures outside of my intimate experiences. However, life was certainly more interesting with my Inner Goddess whispering and encouraging specific salacious exploits.

When my Inner Goddess was once more sated, at least for the moment, I pressed Tuesday back into the support of the pillows and maneuvered between his legs. My Inner Goddess was eager to show off her skills and show him our gratitude for the countless orgasms that still pulsed like electricity through my nervous system. I was thrilled as Tuesday just lay back and enjoyed himself, moaning now and then. His fingertips occasionally adjusted the sapphire curls curtaining my face around so he could fully enjoy the view of my lips around his glory. I knew Tuesday’s second release was imminent when he gathered all my ringlets on top of my head and held them with one powerful hand. My Inner Goddess was giddy as I devoured his pulsing glory until every drop coated my lips, mouth, and throat. 

Self-satisfied with her conquest, my Inner Goddess released the reins of control and allowed me to droop as I lay in the afterglow against Tuesday’s wonderfully soothing chest. His fingers gave the lightest butterfly kisses up and down my back as he chatted, making me smile or chuckle here and there with his anecdotes. Life felt full and my soul free as we rested in each other’s arms. My Inner Goddess nestled her wings and, with a deep breath, fell asleep at last as I escorted our guest to the door for a final kiss.

Until next time, XO. Elsie