July 2023 – Audio Version
Life was beautiful.
We stood naked beside my bed, the covers had already drawn back, and the pillows helpfully propped against the dark headboard. Jack’s hands lightly rested on my waist as I teetered on tiptoe, wrapped my arms about his neck, and kissed him deeply. The Moon Goddess slowed her steps to a rising and falling waltz, and the tittering stars quieted to sleepy whispers. Serenity settled over the contours of my body like a gentle mist.
Jack gently lifted me and collected me to his chest. His lips were sealed on mine. We were inches from the bed, and picking me up was utterly unnecessary…or was it? I chuckled at the Fates; they know I love being held against a man’s bare torso, my ankles locked over his lower back. With unconditional compassion, Jake placed me on the cool sheets of the waiting bed. His hand tilted my chin to the stars as his soft lips brushed down my chin. The simple gesture made my Inner Goddess moan and my back curve up, away from the mattress.
Thus began the night of a thousand kisses. Often, I am impatient to be a lover’s dessert, but not tonight. Jack’s lips fluttered over my breasts and down my abdomen like curious butterflies. Kisses full of velvety softness traced the curve and indentation of my hip while the contrasting scruff of his beard tickled my navel, and giggles warred with the moans escaping my throat. Kisses floated under the curve of one breast and down the side of my ribs. My lips parted as his mouth danced from my responsive inner thigh to the dome of my knee, and his hand cupped my calf. Jack’s exquisite attentiveness satisfied something within the inter sanctum of my Inner Goddess. I softened into the plush mattress as Jack took his time blanketing every inch of my naked skin with delicate reverence.
Jack always carries himself with a certain relaxed and assured charisma. It was to my Inner Goddess’ great relief that my initial jittery nerves and floundering movements with Jack seemed to be abating, and I felt less maladroit in my actions. My mind did not apprehensively flit about proposing unrealistic “worst-case” scenarios. Okay, maybe it did a little bit, but definitely not to such an intense degree. As Jack’s cool breath rippled at the crease of my thigh and goddess, I worried about my fragrance, and what if, despite my quick assessment, I had a tiny bit of paper stuck within a fold of my goddess?
“Shhh…” My Inner Goddess soothed my mind. “Don’t you feel the moist heat of Jack’s tongue seeking our pearl? Concentrate on that.”
My focus cleared. After all, there was a god ethereally taking his time between my legs while his hands wordlessly worshiped every curve. Ohhh…I did feel his intimate nearness! Silly brain, I had taken full precautions with all my “Esther” preparations. Now was the time to bask in the company of the illustrious nude god. I inhaled as my eyes rolled back at the onset of my first desperately needed orgasms.
There was no carnal lust in the fading twilight. Nor was this sleepy, “I guess we should” sex. Heaven forbid. No, this was something softer and more indulgent as our bodies joined and became inseparable in the cozy lamplight. Our unhurried communion allowed me to sense the electric touch of his fingertips. To appreciate the way my rounded peaches fit into the hollow of his hips as Jack slowly thrust his prodigious glory within my silky goddess. To close, not clench my eyes as I mounted him, legs locked on either side of his hips, savoring the fullness encased within my body.
As I curled my head into the dip of his shoulder, my left leg draped over his lean thigh, I listened to his strong heart as it beat a rhythmic tempo on my cheek. I sleepily mused. My muscles did not ache, and my fingers were not cramped from clawing the bed. Do not misunderstand me. We had transitioned through six different positions, my throat ached from my screams as my nose endured being scrunched into the mattress from my explosive release, and my Inner Goddess was sparkling and grinning from wingtip to wingtip. Rather than an animalistic frenzy, our intimacy had been filled with a certain poetry that must be felt rather than explained. Both salacious experiences ignite my passion and send my mind and body to another world. To my soul and Inner Goddess, our evening felt like cool translucent water soothing burned and blistered earth. My stress was reduced to a distant memory.
I felt luminescent as the lights around us flickered off, and Jack wrapped his body around me, pulling the light sheet to shield our bare flesh. The Dream Lord took his time casting his enchantment over us so we might traverse his dream world. Our bodies melted together, and conversation flowed into the wee hours of the morning—Jack’s hushed words tickled the back of my exposed neck as I smiled into the deep shadows. More than once, Jack whispered he should let me sleep, but his intellect kept me engaged. There was always one more thing to say until, at last, I found myself lulled by the deep vibrato of his voice.
Through the thick veil of imminent sleep, I heard my Inner Goddess whisper, “I cannot wait to have him in the morning!” I grinned and gave myself over to sleep and the growing familiarity of Jack’s embrace.
Until next time, XO. Elsie
Year of the Inner Goddess 