Year of the Inner Goddess

September 2023 – Audio Version

The Demigod launched his naked body at me in full view of the neighbors. My giddy heart dropped to my knees, and his crushing embrace warned me ahead of time of his desperate need. Before arriving, I had carefully removed all jewelry and delicate undergarments. This naughty choice had the slit of my goddess dripping in anticipation. At the door, I had slipped my petite flats from my feet, clasping them in my hand. His hands became violent and demanding on my body, ripping the strapless jumper from my body, mindlessly discarding it on the floor at our feet. I was instantly nude, just inside his front door. The wild lust in his eyes intensified. 

Releasing me from a crazed kiss, the Demigod turned me to face forward. His hands planted firmly on my shoulders, his fingertip half curled around the base of my neck, and he began directing my body toward his bedroom. My Inner Goddess was absolutely not having it. Feeling willful, mischievous, and, most of all, disobedient, she began taking every wrong turn, faking obedience only to swerve. His thick fingers tightened as he course-corrected each intentional misstep. A deep growl of disapproval rumbled from his ribcage. My Inner Goddess giggled in satisfaction at his feigned irritation. It was feigned…right?

Once in the bedroom, the Demigod wrapped his arms around me from behind in a very Patrick Swayze manner as his hands stroked down my forearms to my wrists, wrapping my fingers around the footboard finial. Next, the Demigod reached for the dangling end of the prepared rope, weaving it in an intricate pattern around my wrists, firmly but safely securing my hands to the bed. I could have bent my body at a 90 angle, but my Inner Goddess did not feel inclined to be helpful. We would wait until forced or ordered—gentleman’s choice. 

My bare skin prickled in anxious impatience. Over text, he had promised toys, but the rapacious Demigod was in no particular hurry to begin our session. My back to him, I could hear him humming as he fussed with the implements displayed on the side table. My Inner Goddess half-pouted at the delay. Nevertheless, she knew better than to push the brattiness or assert too much control. The Demigod was always thorough; based on his present mood, we would sit tenderly for a day or so. It was not necessary to rush the impending agony. 

First, the Demigod moved toward me. His power wafted from his nude body the way heat simmers from a burning flame. Reaching around me, his fingers found my pearl, teasing and swirling as she swelled with need coming on his skilled fingers. My hips arched back while my head bent over the bedpost as the orgasmic aftershocks pulsed through me. 

Next, his fingers navigated directly within my now-drenched slit to my inner jewel, working my body with manic fury until my nectar flowed down my legs to pool on the wooden floor. My legs quivered, my heavy breasts swung, my nipples pointed to my toes, and my knuckles were bleach white as I gripped and shook, barely holding myself erect. From his radiating aura, I sensed the Demigod had a smug look on his handsome face, pleased with the control and knowledge he held over my panting form. 

Third, the Demigod reached for an implement carefully laid on the table behind me. A whisper of leather began to brush and caress my buttocks, up the ladder of my spine, down my arms, then up between my breasts, tickling and tantalizing my Inner Goddess. The Demigod kept his movements slow and seductive. All the better to tease me, fanning my voracious need. My muscles grew taut in pleased apprehension. Waiting, just waiting for that first thwack of cowhide. As always, the Demigod did not immediately assault my waiting peached buttocks, rather starting gingerly. His left hand rested on my lower back for support as light thwacks peppered my buttocks and upper thighs. As the intensity grew, so did my sweeping orgasms. The strikes escalated, causing me to rise onto ballet point, alternating between moans and short squeaks. My flesh began to burn with sweet agony as it reddened to a deep claret.

Fourth. The tormenting changed with a new implement. A giant ping-pong paddle pummelled my derriere with solid womp womps. Compared to the now discarded leather crop, the pain was on a much broader scale. I rose onto my tiptoes as tears prickled my eyes, and I struggled to breathe. I was so focused on controlling the pain that the Demigod caught me off-guard when his fingers once more demanded obedience from my pearl. I sagged in my bonds, marveling at the fierceness of my orgasms. Part of me yearned to simply collapse to the floor, kneeling with my wrists still firmly restrained to the bed above my head, resting my forehead on the wooden bedpost. At the same time, I would attempt to focus my center on the swirling pain and bliss of my orgasmic release. 

“Don’t even think about it!” My Inner Goddess was appalled at the drama of the idea.”We will NOT give him the cocky satisfaction of knowing just how malleable we are in his masterful hands!

I grinned at her words. We could never admit to a boy just how fragile and shaky we were after only thirty minutes! I tightened my grip on the finial once more as the thumping sting returned. I could take this. I would take this. It had been so long since our last session, and I was unaware of how much my Inner Goddess craved the torment and feral domination. A session such as this was certainly not a necessity for every occasion. Yet, the Demigod’s masterful skill left me feeling weak, breathless, and my soul centered in a way nothing else could provide.

I heard the Demigod shuffle away to the other side of the room. Still affixed to the bedpost, I tilted my head,  watching him saunter to the nightstand. Gods, even his buttocks were perfectly rounded. My Inner Goddess was slack-jawed as she stared. An exemplary asset such as his should be given due admiration, and my Inner Goddess was undoubtedly willing to offer her “unbiased” adoration. I watched as he began to coat his monstrosity with shiny lubricant. With the calm control of a panther, the Demigod took his time stroking, enjoying the feel of his stalwart glory in his hands. His eyes closed, chin tilted up just so. His derriere now beyond her view, I am positive my Inner Goddess began to drool slightly from the corner of her lip. Mouth or greedy slit, it did not matter. I needed him in me. Though firmly tied to the bed, I discovered I could walk my body across the distance while still at a 90° angle, fingers woven together around the finial, presenting my hips to him with a slight wiggle. 

“Well, someone’s overly eager,” came the appreciative growl. I heard the tear of foil. 

Obligingly, one hand rested on my waist while the Demigod judiciously eased his bulbous tip to my waiting goddess, heedfully pressing in. Knowing my body so well, the Demigod held himself immobile as I exploded in orgasm from the stretching fullness and heat of his body. Gods, the things he did to me while remaining completely still. 

Six, maybe seven orgasms later on his thick magnificence, the Demigod untied me from the bed, ushering me to recline on the waterproof fleece. My bosom was heaving, and barely able to see from my decadent orgasms. My Inner Goddess bit my lip in excitement, knowing all too well what was coming as I spread my legs for the Demigod. Long, long fingers reached within my slit curled upwards towards my naval, and greeted my inner jewel. The river that flowed from me, soaking up to my shoulders, was the greatest of releases as he cooed, “Good girl” over my spasming body. 

“You can’t say that! I exclaimed, reforming from my orgasmic explosion. “I almost can’t handle the intensity when you say that!” Heavens, I was panting from the exertion. 

“I know,” he said cooly defiant. “That’s exactly why I do it!”

Still in control, the Demigod put me through all the paces and positions. On my back, knees bent to my ears, his hands holding a vice grip on my ankles. I rode him until my toes cramped and froze from the strain of my bliss. His hands wrapped around my hips to my buttocks, and he forced me to transition to rest on his face. My Inner Goddess refused to let my mind question the orientation as I settled myself down. My fingers curled around the iron filigree of his headboard. At the same time, I tried not to suffocate him with the slick curtains of my slit nor drown him in my nectar as he pleasured not only my pearl but my goddess managing to bury his broad tongue deep within the yearning folds. 

Satisfied with his worship, the Demigod moved me down to straddle him again, however, with a slight variation. Rather than my legs bent, gripping his oaken thighs, I was directed to plant my feet, flat-footed on the bed next to his pecs. Elbows anchored into the mattress, the Demigod raised his arms and spread his fingers for me to interlace with his. 

“Now, ride me.” He commanded. 

My Inner Goddess beamed and hastened to obey, though my mind and body were a bit hesitant about the mechanics. Placing some of my weight forward onto his hands and using my thighs, I discovered I was able to bounce on his sumptuous girth. I bobbed until my thighs burned, and my knees stubbornly refused to lift me one more time. My Inner Goddess was about to chastise me for giving up when the next stern mandate came from the Demigod. 

Instructed to place myself onto all fours, the short way across the bed, head facing the mirrored armoire, I waited as he maneuvered his body behind me. Spellbound, I stared at the immortal divinity in the reflection. With my chin down on my hand, I wiggled my upraised hips at him and watched the smile spread across his face at my eagerness. 

“You are going to watch yourself get taken in the mirror,” he growled, biting my ear before gathering every strand of my touseled sapphire curls in a Herculean grip, wrenching my head back. 

My eyes water from the combination of his barbaric thrusting and the smarting pain of my hair. I tried to watch in the mirror, but my eyes rolled back. My Inner Goddess was euphoric as she rode the cosmos in unspeakable ecstasy. Gods, what a sight we were! The perfection of his body as he knelt on his knees behind me, my heart-shaped peached bottom jiggling against his washboard abs as his nails cruelly dug into the flesh of my hips. My sapphire hair, released from his fist, cascaded over my back and shoulders. It was like watching my Inner Goddess be taken. It was so otherworldly. Pounded and penetrated over and over, my elbows riveted into the wet bed, my heavy breasts swaying in time to the fierce barrage. I can barely contain myself as I attempt to pin this recollection. Heavens! I need a moment to compose myself. 

When I was all but spent, the Demigod gruffly withdrew and pushed me onto my back. Still orgasming, I flipped over, my nails biting into my palms at the continuous orgasms and authoritative manhandling. Oh, but my world was about to shatter beyond the stratosphere to the uncharted expanse of the universe. Without hesitation, his fingers were once more inserted, curling up to my pearl, his other hand on my pubis bone bearing down and pinning me in place. I screamed at the storm, claiming every cell of my body. The entire surface of the bed dripped in my rushing nectar. I fragmented into a million flecks of stardust.

So lost in my experience, the Demigod had to give the order twice. Indeed, it was time for him to be worshiped. Time for him to be adored. And most of all, it was time for him to cum. My fingers wrapped around as I bent my lips, gurgling and choking on the Beast. I adored watching his reaction through my long eyelashes. Even in the midst of our frenzied passion, the Demigod was ever the gentleman, gathering my curls back as I sucked and drooled over him. The sinews of his legs began to strain, and his remaining hand clutched the bedsheets until you could see the rigid ligaments on the back of his hand. The Demigod’s head was thrown back as his Adam’s apple jolted in time to his desperate moans.

“Tighter,” came the hoarse cry

Tighter? Tighter he would get! As I gripped his girth in both hands, I tightened my lips, sealing him as I slid along ever-swelling glory. Internally, my tongue licked and teased his sensitive, swelling head. The Demigod’s explosive release was so severe and potent that I actually feared he might suffer a heart attack or some type of medical emergency. His body jerked and violently shook before finally settling down, leaving him quivering on the damp sheets. Later, my Inner Goddess was horrified to discover it had been days and days since his last liberation! The poor Demigod!  

“Come here, came the rasping whisper. 

I was surprised the poor god could even speak, much less have rational thought after such a detonation! Tenderly cuddled into his arms, I stroked between his bulging pectorals and over his hips until his heart stopped racing. The shadows lengthened, and still, we lay whispering quiet nothings and enjoying the stillness of the weekend. 

“You seem better, happier.” He murmured contemplatively. 

“I am, I think…I am.” I beamed.

“We haven’t done this in a long time. Maybe this cooler weather is a boon for us both.” He mused.

Perhaps it was that and for me, just a little bit more… 

Until next time, XO. Elsie