Year of the Inner Goddess

October 2023 – Audio Version

For all too short a time, we broke away from the hustle and bustle of daily life, physically slipping away to a realm generally experienced in hidden moments and stolen kisses. Together, we built our little Lake House on a bluff overlooking a small lake lined with trees. Trimmed in lanterns and tiny twinkling lights, the majority of our focus was on our palanquin. Plush pillows, light sheets, and a snowy comforter graced our temporary abode, complete with a waterproof liner – just in case. Our miniature home was absolutely perfect, and it was all ours for a few short days. 

Each morning, I awoke with a breathtaking view of the water between branches and yellowing Fall leaves. My body became attuned to the crisp chill of my nose and cheeks from the open window. I would lay motionless in the tranquility, relishing the sounds of jumping carp, the quack of random geese, and the intense heat of Jack’s naked body between the sheets next to me. 

Some mornings, I was content to watch Jack sleep, noting the soothing rise and fall of his lean chest, the vein on the left of his neck that pulsed his life force strong enough for me to witness. I listened to the gentle intake of air and the rumbling exhale that was never quite a snore. Other times, I would roll over and tenderly caress the peppered whiskers of his cheeks and down his sternum, eager for his company. Jack would smile, barely cracking his eyelids, and pull me close, sometimes to meet his lips and other times to rest my head on his breast. My Inner Goddess experienced a peace, unlike anything we had experienced in such a long time. 

We made love at least once or twice every morning before rising to greet the dawn. There was no hurry or rush in our movements. Nonetheless, I endeavored to be as silent as possible lest I disturb the spirits and wisps of the surrounding woods. We, or rather I, were not always successful, and the teasing laughter of the wisps rang through the neighboring forest. Though slightly unperturbed, biting my lip or clenching my jaw, I strove to silence my ecstasy while losing myself in the strength and majesty of Jack’s demanding glory. 

One particularly celestial night, we gathered with the woodland Fay to share in the enjoyment of a popular theatrical production. As we waited around a glowing fire for the show to begin, an amorous idea came to my Inner Goddess, filling her with devilish lust. For once, I was in complete agreement with her, a willing participant in her salacious schemes. I could barely contain my emotions. I sealed my lips, choosing just the right moment before leaning to Jack’s ear as he reclined in the chair beside me. 

“Once the spirits are distracted by the stage and flickering lights,” I whispered into Jack’s ear. “What would you think about sneaking away to play and slipping back before they notice our absence?” 

The spreading grin and widening eyes were everything my little heart and Inner Goddess could have wished to see. Jack gave an enthusiastic nod and squeezed my hand. Impatient as two teenagers, we sat with our fingers interlaced, waiting. I was sure the spirits around us could see the rhythmic pounding of my heart. The lights dimmed, and immediately, my Inner Goddess attempted to leap from her seat. I tsked and remained seated. We could not appear too eager and get caught before we had the chance to slip away. Minutes seemed like hours before I allowed myself to whisper to Jack, instructing him to give me a five-minute head start before joining me in the Lake House. It would never do for both of us to be seen sneaking away together. The Fay would never let us hear the end of it! 

I forced my steps to a leisurely pace, but inside, my Inner Goddess was already panting with need and desire. Once inside our tiny home, I tore off the layers of clothing from my body. The crisp air raised goosebumps along my entire flesh. Frantically, I fumbled into my forest-green lingerie, a special surprise I had managed to bring along. The see-through lace of the lingerie perfectly complemented the cool alabaster of my pale skin. I sat in what I hoped was a seductive pose on the edge of the bed – ankles crossed with toes pointed, arms locked behind me on the bed while I arched my back, creating an even more significant swell of my bosom. I waited…my breath puffing in barely audible gasps, my eyes glued to the arched front door. 

“Ready for me?” Softly came his deep voice. 

“YES!” My Inner Goddess responded far too loudly. I clapped a hand to my mouth.  

Had the spirits or Fay heard us? My Inner Goddess ignored the worry as Jack stepped into the Lake House. Cautiously, he sealed the door behind him. My pose and carefully chosen lingerie were all for not. We grabbed for each other, lips locking in heat and passion. Our spontaneously naked bodies were bundled under the snowy comforter in seconds, and Jack’s pulsing need was buried within my wanton slit. 

Though we had been united that morning and spent a glorious day together, we still cried and gasped in perfect unison as we moved and flowed beneath covers. It felt like it had been an eternity since we had fused our souls and bodies. My Inner Goddess could not get Jack close or deep enough as I pulled him tight to my breasts. I threw my head back as my Inner Goddess moaned, bucking against Jack’s hips in indecent satisfaction. 

At that moment, the tinkling laugh of a wisp reached our ears. The good-natured taunting filled the Lake House with giggles and merriment, but Jack and I were undeterred. I missed his body. I yearned for his essence. My Inner Goddess would not be denied her demands. My mouth found his lips, and together, we drowned in our embrace, forgetting the merry wisp. The night was ours and ours alone.

I lay on my back in our plush boudoir, Jack’s thrusting body above me. Through pulsing heartbeats, I peeked through my long lashes and beyond the nearly translucent ceiling. I spied the Moon Goddess and her heavenly court far above the Lake House. Around us, saffron fireflies flickered with a tantalizing tawny glow. Our surroundings were otherworldly, and the beauty around me was captivating, stealing the breath in my throat. Tears moistened the corners of my eyes at the beauty around me and the man above and within me. 

For the hundredth time with Jack, I wondered how magic and enchantment could once more be a part of my life. Did he not realize that in my past experiences with glittering frozen lakes, I was the fire that caused the cracks and, ultimately, my own destruction? Had I thoroughly warned him of the impending dangers looming with every moment spent with me? I did not deserve the attention or adoration of men, especially this king who chose to see behind my protective mask and remained to brush the sapphire curls from my cheek, placing the tenderest kisses on my shattered heart. 

Jack’s thrust grew dominant, and my Inner Goddess became distracted by the intensity of his compelling barge. I could feel him swell and lengthen, stretching and filling me. Gawds, my Inner Goddess, adored him as she exploded and shattered into the sparkling night at his deliberate ministration. His swelling ridge plunged over my inner jewel faster and faster until I screamed his name into the comforter as we rocketed, and our orgasms mushroomed together and burst into glorious fireworks. 

Our heat battled with the autumn chill of the night within our Lake House as we lay panting in exhaustion. Momentarily sated, we chuckled as we nuzzled one another. Our bodies cooled and grew limp, even sleepy in the growing shadow of the night. I wanted to roll onto his chest and feel his arms encircle me, creating an impenetrable barrier from the terrors of the dark. 

“Soon,” cooed my Inner Goddess. “Right now, we must slip back to the Fay before they realize we have snuck away!” She gave a naughty snigger. 

She was right; it was also far too early to seek our slumber. True, the sun had warbled his swan song, but the evening was young, and only the most eager stars were waiting on their moon queen’s every sparkle. Reluctantly, we rose, our muscles shivering from the exertion and frosty air. I could not tell if Jack’s grin was his own or merely a reflection of the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. My Inner Goddess glowed.

As inconspicuously as possible, we rejoined the Fay, relaxing into our seats as if nothing untoward had transpired. However, one look at our silly faces was probably enough to surmise the details of our poorly shrouded secret. Resting my head on his broad shoulder, my Inner Goddess did not care about the opinions of the Fay as we snuggled close. Eventually, I drifted away to dreamland, wrapped in the protection of his arms and our cherished Lake House. 

Far, far too quickly for either of us to believe, time slipped away—duty called with every ticking second. We had lost ourselves in a fantasy, but we could not remain there forever. The Lake House became a growing memory as we collapsed into my bed in sheer exhaustion, allowing the humming fan to lull us into a deep sleep. Bodies tangled together, we shut out the world for just a little longer. 

Groggily, I awoke, confused about my location. As the fog of sleep dissipated, I deliberated about how our time at the Lake House could have flown by so quickly. Had I taken advantage of every moment? Was there more I could have done with Jack? Was every precious moment properly cataloged in my heart? 

I could feel the rise and fall of Jack’s chest against my back and sense the tickling breath on the curve of my neck. I rolled over to face him, surprised my movement did not disturb the typically light sleeper. I watched him rest, ignoring the urging of my Inner Goddess. He was so handsome as he lay utterly relaxed into my milky pillow, his chiseled face portraying masculine peace. I hated and longed to wake him. The panicking white rabbit of time made the choice for me. We only had 45 minutes until the bubble of our fairytale burst and responsibilities returned, clambering for attention. 

A knuckle traced his cheekbone while my hips pressed into his thigh, and my toes stretched to caress the high arch of his feet. I felt my heated breath on my arm as it continued to trace his sculpted form. My body pouted for more sleep or even to cuddle. My Inner Goddess begged and implored for just one more time, her dismay over our numbered moments rising with every passing tick, tick, tick. Slowly, Jack returned to consciousness but just as bleary with weary slumber as I had been only a little while ago.

No matter, my Inner Goddess took charge one last time. We slithered down his body, brushing back the bedding to reveal his blossoming erection. It seemed not all of Jack felt sluggish. My Inner Goddess gave a sly grin as we poured over him, licking and sucking to our heart’s content. We were delighted and redoubled our efforts as he gave a subtle moan, one hand brushing the sapphire curls from my face while the other tightened around the rumpled linens at his side. 

Satisfied with my care of his now swollen glory, I crept up his body in what I hoped was a sexy and irresistible manner before guiding his wet head to my moist and primed slit. I lowered myself, sheathing him as my nails dug into the pillow on either side of his head for support. The intensity of my vigor left me feeling confused and bewildered. Jack had been mine for nearly a week, every morning and evening spent in his arms. Yet I still craved him in the same way the earth hungers for the healing relief of the rain after a drought. I needed him, but it was more than sexual infatuation.

I would have to ponder later. At that moment, my fingers were interlaced with Jack’s and stretched above his head. My petite body extended over his, and our lips pressed as our hearts met in voiceless communion. In an unexpected swoop, Jack flipped us, taking control and transitioning our bodies into a new position. Sleep now faded from his eyes, and he smiled down at me. I beamed back, watching my toes wiggle in fondness and anticipation above his naked shoulders. 

And then he began to move. Gods, was he astounding, his hands on my waist as he used me and then on the back of my thighs as I pulled my knees to my chest. With each pounding penetration, my orgasms swelled and swirled, leaving me dizzy and giddy. Jack was far from finished. Pulling back, he slid from me, leaving me feeling hollow and void. The guiding pressure on my thigh directed me onto my abdomen and breasts—our favorite position. My cheek pressed to the soft mattress. I arched my hips to meet his demands while forcing his bulbous head directly over my inner jewel. My orgasms rose to a categorical level, causing me to bury my face in an adjacent pillow. To my chagrin and my Inner Goddess’ wicked delight, Jack grabbed the pillow shielding my face, throwing it to the floor below us. 

“Enough of that,” a growl rumbled up from his chest. “I want to hear you.”

Before I could quite make sense of his words, his hips and thighs began to ram into me with the impetus compulsion of a mighty stallion. I had no choice, forced to scream as I exploded on his imposing glory for as long as Jack deemed appropriate. With his stamina and vigor spent, I drooped, panting, and satiated into a  misty coma. I lay unmoving, even as Jack submitted the gift of cold, refreshing water. It was not until the second offering I felt strong enough to move and confident my fingers could clasp the cobalt glass. I sipped and then sipped some more, finding restorative relief and revival in the clear liquid. Rebelling against time, we cuddled in the afterglow until the very last second.

My Inner Goddess hated watching him gather his discarded clothes and unashamedly tried to delay Jack’s departure. She savagely ignored the white rabbit’s fingers, pointing insistently to his pocket watch. Yet, ever the mindful gentleman, Jack did not tarry. Leaning against the doorframe, I observed him as he sauntered down the steps of my loft. And then he did something wonderful. Reaching the landing, Jack turned and looked up. He smiled. Jack smiled at me. I do not know why this minuet gesture had such an effect on me. Yet, I felt my heart flutter as I gazed down at him. Then, in almost a visible poof, Jack disappeared. 

I scarcely had a moment to contemplate and evaluate the magnitude of my time with Jack at the Lake House, our overture at his home, and then at my own sanctuary. Not only had I laced up my skates, but I had tentatively ventured beyond my walled heart to the glittering wintery lake of a relationship and glided across the frozen surface with Jack. In his confident embrace, I had even twirled. When the fear crept in and threatened to unravel my fragile brain, Jack simply supported and held me as I handled each unexpected curveball. There had been no dooming crack of fracturing ice, no bruised derriere from a painful fall. At least, not yet. My Inner Goddess glowered at my pessimistic mind. However, as I scurried about my home, setting things in order, I reflected on the meaning of it all. In the deepest recesses of my heart, hope sprouted just a little higher. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie