Year of the Inner Goddess

September 2023 – Audio version

The TV flickered in anticipation, waiting for confirmation to begin the next episode. Inevitably, the next chapter would not be selected, for I was distracted by the kisses from the man spooned behind me. My elegant neck arched back while his fingers hooked under my chin, bringing my lips into a deeper embrace. Gods, I loved this. Simply being in the quiet dusk of evening, tiny lights flickering around us like fireflies, and no responsibilities nagging for my attention. I was uninhibited and free to simply enjoy the depth and breadth of Jack’s companionship. 

Slowly, seductively, the fingers of Jack’s right hand trailed down the silken fabric of my loose tank top. I wanted him, but until then, my feelings had been primarily preoccupied with being cozy against his athletic body. The instant his finger brushed aside the pastel cotton of my tiny shorts and whispered over my goddess and hidden pearl, electricity like lightning bolted through my nervous system. Suddenly, I was not content to wait for bed or the hour to grow later. Rousing and stimulated, my Inner Goddess moaned into his kisses, encouraging his whispered touch, yearning, begging for more. 

Jack was gentle, taking his time as he wooed my pearl. First, he slipped his fingers back and forth through my folds, working his way deeper as my body glistened in response until his fingers slid inside my goddess. My back twisted as my Inner Goddes cheered. Yes, right there – my body urged his fingers! They wiggled, withdrew, and moved north to coat my pearl in the slickness of my growing eagerness. Heavens, how was he so good?! Feelings swirled around and through me: need, passion, desire, and even a little bit of concern that I was being selfish, simply taking without offering pleasure in return. Yet my body felt hypnotized under his care, and my Inner Goddess quickly swept the notion away. We would reward him with all the gratitude and skill in due time.

“Besides,” cooed my Inner Goddess. “Don’t you want to cum? It’s right there…can you taste it?”

My body exploded at her whisper and the repetitive swirling motion of Jack’s insistent fingers. Back bowed high above the couch/bed and fingers entrenched in the soft blanket, I came over and over in ruckus explosions. My cries, only partially muffled in the pillow, spiraled through the air to dance with the magic of the night filling the small room. Somehow, my mind was dimly aware of Jack’s grinning delight. Any remaining thoughts of selfishness fluttered away as I succumbed beneath the waves of my rolling orgasms. 

Deciding it was time for another approach, Jack lifted from beside me, moving south towards the edge of the couch/bed. My body instantly chilled, missing the radiance and closeness of his body. Guessing his destination, my Inner Goddess bit her lip and attempted to part my legs in earnest preparation. My mind resisted, and my Inner Goddess looked at me quizzically. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I questioned Jack. 

My mind recalled the years and years of disinterest my goddess had endured, and uncertainty began welling in my throat like bubbling acid. Did my lovers perform this act out of expected social requirements or a sense of personal duty? It could not be of their own free will and enjoyment. Never in my life had I requested the devotion of my goddess, and for now, my fear kept it that way. 

“Oh, I am very sure!” Jack’s deep enthusiasm sent goosebumps racing over my skin, and my Inner Goddess blushed.

I relaxed my knees and allowed Jack to pull the slip of cotton shorts over my petite legs. My goddess, wet from my recent pleasure, now lay exposed to the cool room and Jack’s gleaming eyes. My heart thumped wildly against my breast in hesitant anticipation. 

Jack bent his great head, pausing just over my covetous body, a rumble emanating from deep within his chest to vibrate over the sensitive flesh. I warred with my Inner Goddess as she yearned to clutch the back of his head, pressing him into us and the keen doubt my mind puzzled over. What if he changed his mind? What if my preparations had not been enough? What if…I could not count all the possible what-ifs! In the meantime, I kept my fingers firmly entrenched in the fluff of the pillow on either side of my head as I waited to see how Jack would proceed. 

Power, akin to the majestic birth of a new star, vaporized all thought and reason as it monopolized my entire body. Jack alternated between devouring and worshiping my being with his lips and tongue. I suffocated my screams into the cushions, barely managing to cling to life in the extraordinary adoration offered to my body. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes…” My mind and possibly my voice shrieked to the man between my quivering legs as he honed and adjusted his technique to perfection. Again, I was hit by the mighty power as my responding cries reached the gates of Olympus, causing the gods to gather, curious at whose attention my resulting cries were ringing the bells of their great city. 

Jack did not release my form until I was thoroughly spent, fingers and toes cramped in exertion, my voice a dry rasp in my parched throat. I felt, more than heard, his smug chuckle as his lean body crawled over me, and he bent to inhale my soul with his kisses. My Inner Goddess was far from finished with this demigod, and by her will, my weak arms encircled his body, drawing him ever closer, ever deeper. His salt and pepper whiskers were drenched in my nectar, transferring wetness to my chin, cheek, and down my neck as his lips explored my skin. To my profound relief, my nectar was sweet. My Inner Goddess rolled her eyes in annoyance. What else would we taste like?! My mind rebelled. Of course, I would taste pleasant to myself..it was me, after all. 

“But everyone’s tastebuds are unique,” I argued.

“Stop!” My Inner Goddess was sharp in her reproach as my lips parted to voice my mind’s question. “We are not doing this. Do not even start! His chin is literally dripping!”

Through sheer willpower, I pushed the troublesome thoughts to wait in a far corner. Besides, my Inner Goddess was pointing out that the weight of Jack’s impressive glory was hovering over my swollen and still insatiable goddess. Gods, he was so very, very close. Half distracted with Jack’s wandering embraces, I knew that with just a slight lift of my hips, I could bury his longing head within my body, feeling the intimate connection of heated skin against heated skin. 

“He’s right there…” tempted my panting Inner Goddess. “So very, very close!” 

This time, my mind was thankfully in the right—the consequences could be staggering, and decisions should never be made amid lustful passion. Wisdom and risk factors raised their warning flags as I voiced, or more croaked, the question of protection. No, no. This was definitely not the time. With a lustful kiss, Jack returned suspended over my heaving bosom, his engorged glory again pressing against my impetuous goddess. 

I released the restraints, and my Inner Goddess flowed through me, elevating my hips to receive Jack’s pulsing glory. With an arch and forward surge, we were united. My Inner Goddess gave a sharp cry of brief pain at the stretching and depth of his prestigious length that quickly evolved into sheer orgasmic release as Jack held himself immobile, allowing my body as much time as necessary to adapt to his size. 

The next thirty minutes were hard to pin; my mind was drowned in euphoria. Conceivably, the passionate frenzy that followed resulted from the still-paused show fresh on our minds, or perhaps the stars were perfectly aligned at that moment. Whatever the case, our bodies were consumed with raw, primal passion. I could not pull Jack close enough. Though his retreats lasted mere nanoseconds in his feverish bombardment, every half-withdrawal had my body screaming for his return, rejoicing in his penetration, only to cry for his return as my orgasms raked my body. Lifting his torso, Jack pressed my knees to my rounded bosom while his hands pressed into the exposed underside of my thighs. His hips were free to swing in this growing familiar position, intensifying the profound penetration of his distended glory.

With the virility and stamina of the gods, Jack surged against and within me, calling the springs of the sofa to aid his impetuous motion. My Inner Goddess called to his soul as she surrendered my body to him in the hedonistic fury of our palpitating passion. Our breathing became shorter and ragged as our mutual orgasms ballooned in terrifying strength. Sweat began to glint over our skin, and the energy encompassing us burgeoned in the heat of the moment.  

“YES, YES, YES!!!!” My body hungered for him, crying for more, deeper, harder. Jack tirelessly strove in blind Herculean might, feeding the burning lust swathed about our forms until I felt the primordial magnetism humming in visible waves about his form. Though still in the throws of my own orgasm, my Inner Goddess shifted her concentration to Jack. With every fiber of her being, my Inner Goddess coveted Jack’s orgasm, enticing him until, with a volley of final thrusts, he joined us in the rapturous explosion of the stars.

As if seeking our first breath, our lungs heaving for oxygen, we collapsed together in a glistening entanglement of arms and legs until my head rested on his breast once more. We lay unmoving and unable to speak for some time, and yet, in the moment, no words would have been appropriate. The fading light, soothing silence of the space, and tiny twinkling lights on the antique wardrobe lent themselves to a place of utter serenity. 

“What the hell was that?” We bewilderedly asked one another once our pulses had calmed a bit. We both agreed our past encounters were epic, but this…this was one for the books! My Inner Goddess pinned specific notes, hoping to recapture the wanton passion for another night. 

In the quiet decompression of the moment, I had given little heed to my trembling body. After all, every ounce of energy had just been expended; trembling was to be expected. Yet, a warning note began to peal, summoning my full attention. Something was welling in my chest, something that had no place in the beauty of the afterglow. To my great puzzlement, my shuddering was building.

“No, no, no!!!” My Inner Goddess began to wail in consternation. “He can’t see us like this! Stop it this instant! I demand it!”

Already, the panic was compressing my chest as I began to lose control of my muscles. Gods! Why now?! In full emergency mode, my mind evaluated the situation, searching for anything that might stave off the bodily anxiety threatening to overrule my being. Blanket. I had to find my blanket and get it swathed around me. Secondly, control the breathing. Trying not to appear frantic, I scrambled in search of the thin sheet formally shielding me from the cool whispers of the aloof fan. 

Securely draped in the linen, I lay back, Jack reclined on his side next to me, his head propped boyishly in his hand. Still, the alarm bells rang, and the agitation coursing through my body was becoming more and more visible to the naked eye. 

“Help, help, help me.” My mind frantically cried. “No, no, we have this!” Shouted another part. 

Desperate, I cast about for Jack’s hand. I required pressure on my sternum, something to anchor my heart. I felt the reassuring heat of his naked palm against my skin as I tried to focus on my erratic breathing. The visible panic was no longer content to merely have control over my lower extremities. The shakes grew more pronounced throughout my body up through my fingertips while my attempt at lighthearted banter came out in staccato triplicates. 

What the hell was wrong with me?! My Inner Goddess wished for the earth to swallow us and save us from the embarrassment as I attempted to relay that I was actually okay. My Inner Goddess frantically searched through my memories, seeking any answer as to why my triggered body was so violently reacting after such a perfect, impassioned connection. Her brows knit in consternation, and she came up empty-handed. I was contented, even gleeful in my sexual exhaustion. I had just experienced phenomenal sex. Only moments ago, I had been basking in the afterglow, my cheek pressed to his chest. Now, I was shaking like a hypothermic patient. 

Gallantly unperturbed, Jack kept the gentle pressure of his palm between the rise of my breasts while stroking the tiny sapphire whisps of hair away from my temple and then caressing the curvature of my cheek. His fingers flowed over my face and through my hair the way a watercolor paintbrush makes love to the paper it touches. I willed my mind to focus on the fluid stroke of his fingers until the quaking eased and finally released me to the full spectrum of embarrassed mortification. 

Ever the gentleman, Jack took the whole affair in stride, tut-tutting my apologies and reassuring me until my Inner Goddess no longer glowered at me from her chaise. The hour being significantly early for an evening, I thought perhaps we would return to the waiting show, but once more, Jack captivated me with his words as we quietly communed in the lengthening shadows. My body utterly melted in the snug comfort of Jack’s naked body. 

Absorbed in conversation, I reached down to address the tickle on the thigh pressed against the solace of Jack’s body. Only it was not a tickle! My hand brushed against something long and hard. My Inner Goddess lept from her seat with all speed, her eyes bulging in comprehension and sheer amazement. Jack’s greedy glory dripped with renewed vigor and pressed into my thigh! I had not scared him off after all. Sure, he was still curled around my body, stroking the limp waves of my silky hair, but this?! This was a whole new level!

Enthusiastically, I began stroking the great length as he continued to swell in my palm. Soon, our bodies were undulating in liquid time together until I rolled on my side, presenting my curvaceous peached bottom to him. My pearl, already reawakened by his fingers, had my goddess slick in welcome as he guided his greedy member through my curves and within me once more as we spooned. Turning my head downward, I buried my face in the pillow and gave a deep groan of satisfaction. Gods, he was a marvel, and how was he ready again so soon?! My Inner Goddess did not care about the hows or whys. She focused on the growing rollick of our spooning bodies and the fact that Jack’s long fingers were once more teasing my pearl. 

My top leg lifted, toes pointed slightly, changing the angle of our bodies, giving Jack deeper access to my inner jewel and my waiting orgasm. I craned my head back, seeking Jack’s honeyed kisses as his hips worked his bulbous glory over and over. The night’s enchantment returned, and my Inner Goddess glowed as we were once more transported beyond this realm to the orgasmic astral field of passion.

Jack moved with the strength of a wild stallion, our bodies rippling together as my orgasms overflowed my senses. My face upturned to the Moon Goddess’ court, neck and back curled upwards as I received the tumult of his powerful force only to be rotated, my breasts crushed into the plush cushions as Jack anchored his hands on my waist, sending spasm after glorious spasm springing through me. Absorbed with one continuous orgasm, my lungs gulped for air with every brief retreat of Jack’s hips, only to have it burst from my throat in a hearty cry of indulgent craving. With final, vigorous thrusts, his hands curled around my hipbones. Jack stilled once more as we panted in harmony. 

I let my hips fall back to the couch. I could feel my nectar dribbling from my goddess onto the soft blanket protecting the sofa. I gave little heed as Jack rose to fetch us water. Had that just happened? My Inner Goddess lay limp on her chaise while my numb mind marveled at Jack’s ability not only to move but walk! I lay unmoving on my abdomen, arms outstretched until his return. His icy kiss refreshed my parched lips while reminding me of a crisp mountain spring. 

We cuddled in each other’s arms once more until the wee hours. When the time came, my legs, barely able to bear my weight, plodded to my boudoir. Even there, nestled between the sheets, our bodies became interwoven as we lost ourselves in compulsive longing and desire. At last, Morpheus slipped into my sanctuary on silent wings, noiselessly weaving his spells until we nestled in each other’s arms and slept.  

The following morning was, to date, the hardest to rise from. Both of us begrudging the responsibilities that demanded our wakeful attention. 4:55 AM chirped. Groggily, I silenced it. I promised myself I would awaken at 5:30 AM and shower in preparation for work. Knowing it was a losing battle, we continued to doze in the soft, sleepy heat of our naked bodies. 6:00 AM came, and I reasoned I could wait just a wee bit longer and still have plenty of time for my morning toilette. Maybe not time to wash my hair, but a quick updo would be just as fetching as curling my sapphire waves. 

Straddling his hips, I lowered myself over his morning brawn, my lips glistening as I licked away the remaining pre-nectar I had just sampled. Nuzzling my nose against his neck as I began to move over his prostrate form, my locks cascading about our faces. I relished the firm comfort of Jack’s hands gripping my hips as he drove me or held me fast as my throat reached for the heavens while I cried my strenuous release. 

Tick, tick, tick – 6:45 AM, and I was still loathed to leave the comfort of Jack’s body and his fingers tracing every inch of my body. I felt elegant and even beautiful beneath his fingertips. I gave a great sigh and closed my eyes. Ten more minutes swiftly turned into 15, and by then, the hustle was real. Only slightly ignoring the protestations of my Inner Goddess, I rose, crumpled back on the bed in protest before rising for good. My morning preparations would now be quite rushed. 

“Totally worth it.” Grinned my saucy Inner Goddess as I closed the door behind Jack’s retreating form. Mulling over his lingering kisses.

“Absolutely worth it.” I beamed back at her. “Now come on – we’re so late!” I scrambled in my drawers for the necessary cosmetics. 

“So…does that mean there is no time for a quickie with the vibrator?” My Inner Goddess asked, attempting an air of nonchalance, twirling the hem of her delicate blush robe between her fingers. 

“SERIOUSLY?!?!” I choked, inhaling powder meant to soften the shine of my cheekbones.

“Just a thought.” She shrugged, effecting an indifferent attitude. 

Shaking my head, I rolled my eyes and continued to race about. Heaven, give me the strength to handle my voracious Inner Goddess. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie