Year of the Inner Goddess

July 2023 – Audio Version

As I share this, I am doing everything in my power to place as little pressure as possible on my left buttock, for there rests an enormous proliferating bite mark. Though only a few hours old, the dark discoloration shines in brilliant shades of blood reds, burgundies, hints of indigo blue, plum purple, and even the darkest black. Really, is there no self-control among werewolves? Although, I suppose there would be no licentious story to tell if there were restraint, now would there?

Clad in cobalt lace, my Inner Goddess burned with intense passion. The Werewolf had wined and dined me, and now he sat on a slim, white leather couch as lights danced and music thumped hypnotically around us. The Werewolf revealed he had plans for me and my exhibitionist-loving Inner Goddess. The night was ours, and the flames of my need licked my body. 

Setting our drinks on the low coffee table, the Werewolf pulled me close into a burning kiss, turning the heat of my fire to an inferno in a single move. We were all over each other in a matter of seconds. Our hands grabbed and pulled, my hips swaying as I straddled his lap. The taste of smoked caramel and bourbon wet my lips. I was a bit surprised at how much I had missed the unusual taste. I held his handsome, chiseled face as I matched him kiss for scorching kiss. The Werewolf had both spaghetti straps of my indigo club dress off my shoulders and hanging over my hips in a single instant. He growled his dominance and the beast in his eyes reared its mighty head. I saw the passion I felt reflected in his deep cunning eyes. 

We were virtually alone in the Gallery during our attack on each other, fingers scrambling as our lips remained in a locked embrace. The Werewolf was hungry tonight. Usually slower to undress, the Werewolf stood before me and began unclasping his belt. At first, I thought he meant to tie me up with the smooth leather, and my Inner Goddess bounced in glee. Yet, he did not slide the strap from the loops. Instead, he unzipped his jeans, allowing his hefty girth to spring forth. I gawked. My Inner Goddess gawked. We had a close view of his gift for the first time and were impressed. The Werewolf stood there, softly stroking the immense beast as it bobbed just inches from my gaping mouth. 

Grabbing the back of my head, he guided my lips to surround his tremendous throbbing glory, not that I needed the encouragement. The Werewolf left his paw on my sapphire curls as he held my head steadfast. I tried to take him deep within my eager throat, failing to accept the last two inches of his magnificence. My mouth and tongue worked him back and forth for several minutes before roughly pushing me back onto the cool leather.  I grinned up at the Werewolf. Gods, this was going to be a fun night!

The Werewolf, eyes still mad with dominance, worked my hips out of the remaining slip of my dress and carelessly threw it on the couch beside me. How was every move this beast making fanning my hellfire?? I did not have time to muse further on my passion. The Werewolf had me on my feet, kissing him once more before savagely flipping me around and prostrating me over the couch. Heavens, does my Inner Goddess adore being manhandled by a beast. My forearms rested on the low back of the sofa, my hips and peachy buttocks on full display as the lace of my petite bodysuit frosted me like cobalt icing. I felt thoroughly exquisite, my legs spread wide in my strappy midnight stilettos, my derriere on full display for all to see. 

The Werewolf’s fingers explored my goddess for a moment, growing slick with my need, then slipping just inside. I moaned, resting my head on the arms at his intimate touch. Upon discovering just how eager I was, the Werewolf pushed the thin material shadowing my goddess to the side and surprisingly gently pressed the head of his imperial glory against my moist goddess. My eyes widened, and I held my breath. I had yet to have the Werewolf, and my Inner Goddess held perfectly still, afraid we might frighten the beast away with our longing. Using his hand, the Werewolf worked his glistening head up and down, thoroughly wetting my goddess and his swelling tip with my nectar. Moans escaped my lips at the sensual exhibition, but the thumping beat filling the Gallery drowned them out. 

To my astonishment, the Werewolf pressed deep within me in one solid thrust of his hips. Gods, did he fill me, stretching every inch of my goddess. His glory felt better than I had fantasized. I wanted him. I wanted all of him, and now I had him. 

Slipping one paw around my wide hips, the Werewolf began swirling my pearl with a fingertip, causing me to push back against his glory. Simultaneously thrusting and working my pearl, the Werewolf allowed me one long all-encompassing orgasm before unceremoniously withdrawing himself and flipping me to sit on the couch once more. I bit my lip, assuming I would have another run at pleasuring him, but to my consternation, no touching. I was only permitted to watch as he tucked his resistant glory neatly into his jeans. I blatantly pouted, my bottom lip puckered out while my brows knit together, demonstrating my keen displeasure. 

“How dare he just stop!” My Inner Goddess indignantly stomped her stiletto. 

“Don’t worry, don’t worry!” The Werewolf chuckled at my cloudy face. “There will be more opportunities later. I told you I have plans for you.”

Only slightly mollified, I neatly adjusted the thin lace over my goddess once more and reached for my water. My Inner Goddess was intoxicated by the firey teasing game the Werewolf was playing with us. I sat back into the support, neatly crossing my ankles as we pretended nothing untoward had happened in the public Gallery. 

We conversed for some time, sharing stories and making each other laugh. That is a keen attribute I appreciate about the Werewolf. Not only does he push my physical and mental boundaries, inciting riotous passion, but he is also an excellent conversationalist. Even a simple meal with him is far from monotonous and vapid. I sincerely enjoy his company, not just his lustful body that I want covering and devouring every inch of my naked flesh. 

As the Gallery began to fill with more guests, the Werewolf took me for a promenade, up and down the length and then above to the balconies. To our dismay, not a single couple was ready to exhibit their pleasure and talents, so we returned to our seats. The night was young, we reasoned. There was time yet to fulfill our mutual voyeurism kinks. 

Sitting on the low couch once more, I could smell his desire, and it overwhelmed me. I was growing impatient at the delayed gratification. After all, I wanted him to use me, not tease me! The Werewolf pulled me onto him. I rocked and undulated as I straddled his hips, unaware his fingers were on a mission until the snaps at my goddess burst apart and the narrow straps of my lingerie bounced free. My eyes shot wide, but my Inner Goddess giggled and sighed as his fingers began freely exploring my dripping goddess.

Oh, dear, he had found my inner jewel. Knowing my propensity for a gushing river of nectar from adroit fingers, I kissed him fiercely before rolling off and sitting beside him. I was almost positive the Werewolf had not brought a change of clothes, and there was no way I would soak his smart button-up and fitted jeans. If I had to wait, so did he. 

The Werewolf growled at the denial and smacked my left peach as it met my thigh. Not hard, but enough to get my attention and stoke my flames. Good lord, what about this Werewolf unlocked such, such…devious yearning in my Inner Goddess?!

The Werewolf screwed up his face, finally deciding I had not been thoroughly punished for pulling away. The great beast began nipping on my neck while his fingers cruelly dug into the backs of my arms. I closed my eyes and exposed more of my throat in submission. An eccentric thought crept into my mind, distracting me from the hypnotic closeness of the Werewolf. 

“Yes…turn me! Make me a werewolf!!” My Inner Goddess whimpered as she dramatically moon-dreamed. 

“You really are a silly goose!” I rolled my eyes at her foolish insanity. Really, of all things!

The bites and nips were increasing in intensity, and I was panting. I needed him. Why were we waiting?! 

“Where did you say?” The Werewolf’s words were barely distinguishable in the growl. “No visible marks?”

I struggled to cover my Inner Goddess’ mouth as she tried to respond, “Please, brand our porcelain flesh! Anywhere! Everywhere!”

“Goddess!!! I have work, and there is no way I am wearing a scarf to work in 110° weather!” Honestly, my Inner Goddess was getting out of hand. 

I nodded in the affirmative to the Werewolf, no visible marks. I restrained my Inner Goddess as she tried to protest. More scrutiny at work was the last thing I needed on my plate. 

I found myself being rotated until my peaches faced the Werewolf. My left knee supportively bent on the couch while my right heel rested on the floor. One arm lay on the back of the sofa, and the right hand bore my weight on the arm of the couch. The Werewolf began caressing my buttocks, hands sweetly massaging and fondling. I was not a fool and knew better than to trust the Werewolf. I released my Inner Goddess so we could both enjoy his gentle side and prepare for the animal about to be released. 

I was correct. The gentlemanly side remained only momentarily, giving way to the ravenous beast beneath. Sharp teeth bit into the flesh of my left derrière! Pain radiated through my whole body. I predicted the imminent attack of his teeth. Still, the severity channeling through me and out my fingertips was almost unbearable—unrelenting, the Werewolf sunk his fangs deeper into the muscle. I felt exactly like a warm summer peach as the Werewolf munched. I began to struggle; he tightened his arms around me. I was not getting away so easily. I expected the Werewolf to release me with every passing second, almost orgasmic in pain. The pulsating music overshadowed my cries.

“Okay, okay!!!” I cried, embarrassed to be tapping out. 

I could feel blood flushing my alabaster cheek, a deep bruise already forming. The Gentleman form returned as thick hands soothed and pampered the wounded peach. Eventually, gently and only on the right buttock, I resumed my seat on the couch next to the Werewolf. He sedately sipped his cocktail, gazing about the Gallery as if nothing mischievous had happened. Hmm, two could play this game. 

Easily conversing and laughing once more, time fluttered past as the Gallery began to fill with a dozen or so more guests. My Inner Goddess kept an eye out here and there, observing the gods and goddesses as they promenaded and chatted with one another. Annoyingly, everyone focused on conversation rather than sensual interaction. What was wrong with people? Did they not feel the heat and need of the mysterious night? Did the oscillating drum of the music not vibrate against their very skin, beckoning them to become one with the beat and the naked flesh of another? 

The Werewolf had had enough. Taking me by the hand led me up the flight of stairs to one of the observation balconies overlooking the Gallery below. Spreading my stilettoed legs wide apart, the Werewolf unsnapped my lingerie, causing the delicate strips to dramatically reveal my goddess for his attention. I could literally hear the Werewolf’s devious grin behind me as I peered at the guests below me. Now we were getting somewhere! My Inner Goddess did a little dance. Again, his thick fingers teased and worked my pearl, slipping within and alighting on my inner jewel. A slight panic arose in my chest at the familiar feeling. The gates to my dam shuddered in response. 

“Hold back, hold back,” I desperately whispered to my Inner Goddess. “We cannot flood the balcony, not without a towel!!” 

Images of creating a cascading waterful onto unsuspecting guests horrified even my Inner Goddess. Such effrontery and poor etiquette would not be tolerated. Not to mention it would never do to be kicked out and possibly banned from the Gallery for my indoor waterworks. Unhappy but also petrified of the scandal, my Inner Goddess joined me in reinforcing the dam of our nectar, tightening every muscle. We could release it soon enough and at the appropriate location. I rolled my eyes. This was the second time in the sprint of an evening that the Werewolf had me on the edge of release, and I was forced to restrain myself. To be honest, I did love the denial. It only fanned the flames still wafting over my skin. 

Still, the nimble Werewolf’s fingers worked with skillful speed until my eyes lost focus of the throng below me. My hips arched into his fingers as I came rocking against the cold and unforgiving iron of the balcony. The wings of my Inner Goddess flared and lifted me as I came over and over until my toes trembled in my stilettos, and I feared I might collapse. 

Gruffly, the Werewolf, grabbed my sapphire curls by the roots, drawing my neck as far back as it would go. Kisses and bites covered my exposed shoulders as my fingers clung to the ironwork. At that moment, I felt utterly his. Anything the Werewolf wanted, anything the Werewolf wanted to try, I would have said yes to and loved every second. 

I felt movement behind me but was too lost in my descending orgasm to register the reason. A warm force pressed against my moist, outstretched goddess. The object was too large and slick to be his fingers. My eyes grew wide as I realized his lustful glory was once more at the lips of my goddess. I fought the urge to press back into his swelling need. Knowing his dominant will, I feared revealing my acute eagerness would cause him to withdraw, so I held still, allowing him to slowly work his majestic length into my brazen goddess for all below to see.

One. Two. THREE. The Werewolf’s hips began to move with deep and penetrating thrusts. As the waves of orgasm swelled, my fingers curled around the wrought iron. The sharp edges bit into my forearms and elbows as I leaned over the railing, struggling to support my body to meet his vicious penetration. The combination of the public display and barrage of wolfish hips made me explode in glorious abandon, crying out in animated release, knowing the throng below could hear me. 

I had barely begun my orgasmic descent when the Werewolf curtly withdrew and whirled me around until I found myself facing him. He clasped me against the entire length of his body, crushing me in a kiss. I groaned into the smoked caramel and bourbon mouth until I felt delirious. My knees dissolved into weak mush. Ever in control, the Werewolf turned our bodies clockwise and thrust me into a seated position onto the small cocktail chair behind me. I winced slightly at the contact of the seat and the raised bruise still blossoming on my buttock. 

The sting was quickly forgiven as the gentlemanly Werewolf knelt on the thin carpet at my feet and began to bathe and lap at my vulnerable goddess. My fingers clung to the edges of my seat, my head uncomfortably resting on the back of the small chair as I slid near. Taking his time, the warm strokes were soon replaced with ardent licks, and suction focused on my shimmering pearl. The world around me dissolved. The dancing lights stilled, and the pumping music quieted as I journeyed to the stars and exploded into dazzling fiery light. 

Sitting back on his haunches, the Werewolf gave me such a predatory gleam as I struggled to right myself. He was immensely pleased with himself. My inner thighs were wet with my pleasure and his attention. My Inner Goddess smiled smugly as his whiskers glistened in the once more cavorting lights. Proffering his hand, the Gentleman assisted me to my feet, then retucked his glory and fastened his jeans. Hand in hand, we returned to the Gallery below as if nothing carnal and hedonistic had just transpired between us for all to witness. 

I reached for his cocktail before he could wrap his fingers around the rim, just to mess with the self-satisfied, handsome wolf. He might think he was in control of the evening, but was he? Really? I felt roguish, disobedient, and so alive. My beautiful wings were outstretched in majesty as sapphire flames capered along the delicate edges of each feather. My Inner Goddess felt invincible. 

Setting down his glass, the Werewolf excused himself and stepped away with a promise to return. He had missed a crucial call, and necessity dictated he return it immediately. After urging him away, I crossed my legs provocatively and moved my shoulders in tempo with the music, happy to peek at the gods and goddesses once more. I surreptitiously sipped his cocktail once more, just because I could. 

The Gentleman returned to the Gallery. As he walked toward me, I immediately discerned from the slump of his shoulders that something was not right. With deepest apologies, the Gentleman explained the call was an emergency and needed to leave immediately. I rose before he finished describing the situation, donning a crimson cover that pooled around my dark stilettos. Gathering my things, we stepped out of the Gallary. His hand lightly brushed my waist as we hurried out. The Gentlemanly Werewolf escorted me to my vehicle and apologized, brushing my lips with a last kiss. In a flash, the knightly Werewolf was away on his mission before I could even begin to map my way home. 

I sat in the darkness of my automobile for a space, collecting and sorting myself. My emotions were too overwhelming and confusing to simply drive home. Like high-octane gas, the Werewolf had me lightheaded and seeing stars as I clung to every dark look and promise of pleasure. My Inner Goddess was still wound tightly. The orgasms we had experienced were just a drop in the bucket. My body had been under such condensed pressure—my volcanic need, a raging torrent suddenly doused in concern and solitariness. It felt like the wind had been abruptly knocked out of my chest. I was unsure what to do with myself.

I felt shame for the depth of my disappointment and refused to allow myself a single tear. I shook my head defiantly. Some day, I, too, might be in a similar situation and have occasion to rush away. Tonight, I would act with the courtly grace and understanding I would hope to receive from another. With my mind resolute on the matter, my Inner Goddess carefully tucked her wings away, and together we lost ourselves in the thrilling odyssey of our audiobook as the brilliant stars guided us home. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie