Year of the Inner Goddess

November 2023 – Audio Version

The late afternoon light shimmered off his body, and my Inner Goddess gazed with unabashed lust. I was waiting on the bed, sitting back on my heels, hands resting lightly on my thighs as I waited for The Titan to finish his shower. It was not a submissive position. I felt strong and confident in myself while my body and skin were eager for his contact with mine. The tall Titan strode out of the shower, barely allowing the snowy towel to absorb the water droplets running down as he sauntered toward me. 

The tiny black negligee shifted and whispered over my body as he crawled to kneel before me. I rose off my heels, arms encircling him as I pressed my thighs, hips, abdomen, and breasts to his thighs, hips, abdomen, and chest. His body was a wondrous combination of hot and cold as the water evaporated from his sculpted flesh. I tilted my head to the right as our lips met, my hands on the back of his head as I pulled him close. Taking our time, our lips explored the candy of each other’s mouths as our soft moans filled my sanctuary. 

Hours earlier, I had lost our archery bet by two arrows. Darnation! If it could be called that, the consequence was to take The Titan’s glory between my lips, adoring him for a solid ten minutes. My mouth watered at the thought, and my need deepened in anticipation—the Titan’s growing desire pressed hard against my naval. My hand snaked down his body, altering my right hip to create space for my fingers to slip between us and fondle his weighty jewels. I gave a deep moan at the familiar intimacy of his body.

My silly Inner Goddess had presumed we were in charge of our tryst until, with firm insistence, The Titan pressed me prostrate on the crisp sheets. It had been so long since he graced my presence, and The Titan took his time as he settled his weight over me, lips barely leaving my skin as he traversed my bare neck, over my collarbone to suckle the ample mounds of my breasts. In characteristic form, The Titan bared his teeth and nipped my saucy nipple until I squeaked, begging for her release. The Titan relaxed his hold on my tiny, aching member, though he repeated the arousing process on my second breast. 

During this undertaking, my legs and thighs spurned the idea of remaining stationary. I moved beneath the Titain like fluctuating water, refusing to be contained or controlled. My animated gesticulations stirred his swelling glory, and I felt his pre-cum, leaving slick trails all across my abdomen and navel. It succeeded in driving my Inner Goddess into a near frenzy of longing.   

With some effort, he was a Titan, after all. As I rotated onto my midriff, I compelled The Titain to rest against the pillows. I was prepared for this moment and slipped the noir rubber from my wrist, securing my sapphire curls in a loose ponytail at the nape of my neck. His erect glory bounced and swayed as he waited, but I caught him in my petite fingers, spreading my moist lips as I shepherded his need to the cavern of my waiting throat. 

My Inner Goddess grinned with roguish delight. I might have lost the challenge, but The Titan was about to lose this one. I deployed every seductive twist, implemented every coquettish pull, and exerted every effort to swallow every inch of his distinguished length. I was determined and relentless in my ambition to compel The Titan to burst forth in a cosmic release before he could have me, just for the erotic pleasure of seeing if I could achieve it. Above me, The Titan groaned from the base of his chest, his fingers tight as they gripped my shoulders. 

“MMMmmmm, I’m winning this contest!” I thought as my tastebuds dined on his honeyed precum. 

That is until, with pressure on my shoulders, The Titan wrested me from his loins and flipped me on my back, rising to his knees beside me as I blinked in surprise. His knowledgeable fingers slipped between my legs, tickling my slit as they sought entrance. I moaned in excitement as I continued to wriggle, struggling back into position, my nose brushing his groin. As much as I craved my own release, I had lost the bet, and as an honest woman, I had not succeeded in taking him to the summit of his pleasure. However, I was no match for the strong-willed Titan, and truthfully, I was thankful to lose for the second time that day.

His fingers teased in my slick desire as his fingers probed their way toward my inner jewel until his broad palm pressed against the folds of my slit. I bucked my hips to deepen The Titan’s reach until our bodies spangled in my shower of glittering nectar. The sheets were a lost cause, and trying to keep the waterproof blanket beneath my thrashing form was rather pointless. 

“Worth it!” cheered my Inner Goddess. Laundry meant nothing to her, and my mind was oblivious, too lost in the stratosphere of my climax to care.

I did not feel The Titan withdraw his fingers nor hear the tear of foil, and I barely discerned he had straddled my body as I shook on the damp sheets. My Inner Goddess spread my legs to receive him as my chiffon negligee tightly clung to my body in soggy folds. With a firm thrust and a guttural grunt, The Titan buried his swelling head within my shuddering slit. I wrapped my arms around the outside of his ribs, twisting my forams, allowing my palms to curl over his shoulders for security. Using this leverage, I pulled his great body down to intensify his enthusiastic penetration. 

Our bodies rocketed back and forth, and I screamed into the pillow until my throat ached in euphoric happiness. I could feel The Titan’s Cheshire grin, triumphant to hear the outpouring of my exultation as I came over and over on his masterful length. Still, he was relentless, determined to leave me comatose from the vigorous propulsion of his body slamming into my own, his impetus lips on my mouth demanding the very air from my lungs. 

As if by telepathy, we changed position, and I situated myself on my hands and knees, hips provocatively wiggling my invitation. The Titan’s broad hands slapped my peaches, startling me and sending a jolt of energy through my nervous system. Anticipating the impending attack, I quickly gathered the snowy comforter beneath me for support, bracing my elbows into the mattress as my fists nested into the downy fluff. I barely had time to inhale before the onslaught overtook my senses. 

Without faltering, The Titan’s hand cruelly pinched my swaying breasts and exposed nipple while the other hand half rested on my throat and collarbone, the pressure increasing with every smarting drive. My bent knees began to slide further and further apart, a burning heat creeping from my knees to my inner thighs. Sweet heavens, I needed to be more dedicated in my morning yoga. My mind was torn in multiple directions. The explosive crowning orgasm that threatened to rip me apart, my Inner Goddess dancing in her seventh heaven, and the lava-like heat engulfing my lower limbs. I desperately struggled to draw my knees closer, but each time, I found my energy redirected to the climaxing waves controlling every muscle and nerve of my body. After a time, I abandoned my attempts, blocking the pain of my limbs from my mind. Who needs legs anyway?

By that time, The Titan’s long fingers had meandered to my shameless pearl, spiraling until I jerked at the force of this alternate orgasm, dispossessing his thick member as I collapsed my face into the comforter in sheer orgasmic bliss. The Titan was far from finished, hunting for my inner jewel, demanding my third variation of orgasm, and toiling until I was nearly senseless. Exceptionally proud of himself, The Titan sat back on his heels, gazing down at me when I was at last a mewling, comatose mess sprawled on my soaked sheets. 

“Get up!!!” Ordered my avid Inner Goddess. “You mustn’t leave him disappointed!!” 

I rallied and summoned every ounce of zest in my humming cells. I would have him. His release and his satisfaction would come from the fervent grip of my fingers, the earnest heat of my mouth, and the swell of my bosom begging to be frosted with his deliverance. I dragged my weary body to his waiting loins. I prized hearing the growl rumbling in expectation. I took him into my throat with deliberate and doting attention. The odd aftertaste of the now absent protective case quickly dwindled away as I devoured The Titan’s darkening, distended glory.  

It wasn’t long before The Titan’s dominant hand reached down and gripped his length as my lips slipped away, seeking the waiting mountains of my breasts. My breath tickled the auburn circle of my areola as my tongue flicked over my nipple, my movements accelerating as The Titan began to cry out before transitioning to sucking my nipple into the depth of my mouth. My eyes remained glued to his prestigious tip as it ballooned above me until, with a great shout and in the madness of stimulation, creamy ropes spurted to frost my waiting flesh and extended tongue. I had won…eventually, but on multiple levels.   

My Inner Goddess cooed as we sprawled beside his limp, exhausted form. Pursing my lips, I softly breathed over his heaving body, bringing cooling relief to his muscular arms, tight torso, and all around his ebbing glory. I cuddled close, holding him to me. Sensing the tiny cracks in his armor, I placed my palm over his beating heart, willing my cerulean magic to filter down and comfort his soul while intreating the Fates to weave something precious just for him. I held him a moment more before teasing him about my readiness for round two. My Inner Goddess gave an impish smirk at his aghast, wide-eyed response. 

Nonetheless, our delightful time together had drawn to an end, and ever the respectful gentleman, The Titan readied himself to depart my sanctuary. Extending onto my tip-toes to reach his rich, full lips, I gifted him with a final, passionate kiss. My naughty Inner Goddess drooled a little as he descended the stairs to his automobile. The Titan did not turn back for a last look, not that I expected him to do so. After all, he was my sporadic paramour.

Once out of sight, I fastened the door and became the epitome of a whirling dervish. My Titan was due in a short while! I raced about preparing myself, beginning with a refreshing shower, loving the lavish feeling of washing my hair as the soap bubbles traced my lines and sailed over my curves. Fresh sheets adorned the bed, and my hair was nearly dry from the heat of my hairdryer when my device chirped its familiar ringtone. As I read the three little words in their gray bubble, my heart skipped several beats, “Just pulled in beautiful.” My thumbs raced to type my response, “Please come up and claim me.”

With unnecessary force, I threw the hairdryer into the cabinet in my haste to meet My Titan at the door. My hair hung damply over my shoulders. I shrugged; it would have to do. I scrutinized my figure, enveloped in a deep aquamarine teddy, the hem dancing just below the curve of my buttocks while delicate lace crept over each rounded breast. Observing in the mirror, I gave an appreciative little swish of the skirt, causing my Inner Goddess to bite her lip as she surveyed our body. With the uncomplicated access and nothing under the rippling skirt, the teddy was the perfect choice for the one my heart loved. 

In a flurry of amorous anticipation, I flew down the narrow hallway leading from my sanctuary to the front door just in time to hear My Titan’s successive footfalls on each stair rising to my doorway. The moment my fingers latched onto and began rotating the deadbolt, my heart dropped four feet, and my entire body felt like I had plunged into the depths of an icy lake as doubt and apprehension sucked the oxygen from my lungs. Wide-eyed, my Inner Goddess froze in place, unsure how to proceed.

Like Dementors, fear and questions swirled my mind, sucking the light from my consciousness. What if I had created a rift between us? Had I jeopardized my future? I had been transparent with my schedule, but what if My Titan’s endorsement had been just words, lacking honesty and compersion? Had I once more placed myself in a position for quarreling, tears, and more scars to shame my legs? Maybe I was a horrible, selfish creature! Perhaps a person was not meant to enjoy all the delectable desserts life had to offer. Dark memories of cruel words joined the mental dementors for dominion of my mind. My Titan’s footsteps drew nearer.

My hand hesitated on the door while my peripheral vision began to blur and darken. Her hand on my arm, my Inner Goddess whispered reminders of My Titan’s exact words, the written proof of his assurances, trust, and respect. My heart refused to beat.

“This is so new with us, and I am so scared of screwing everything up while still trying to…be me!” My heart wept to my Inner Goddess. “I can not go through the heartbreak and loss, not again, not so soon!” 

Unease tugged at my fluctuating mind. Maybe I had moved too fast in my request for a relationship with my love. I stood unsure as the last foot fell on the landing. It was now or never. I would just have to take the chance and open my door. 

At the sight of My Titan, my heart not only began to beat but thumped in impatient overdrive at the sight of his handsome, chiseled face smiling down at me. Air rushed to expand my lungs as my fingers beckoned him to enter. My Inner Goddess stirred in longing as we caught the faint scent of his essence. Furtively, I searched the windows of his soul for any sign, any clue to the state of his mind. 

I was distracted from his eyes by the crushing impact of our bodies as we grappled in a rapacious frenzy, lips locked as my legs wound around his strong hips. My back slammed into the wall, angling from the front entrance with a resounding whomp. A faint whisper of copper tinted my tongue, and I wondered which of us was more of the attacker. 

Pulling back, I whispered, “Claim me!” 

“Claim or reclaim?” My Titan inquired, our noses and foreheads touching, his panting breath hot on my lips. 

“Reclaim?” My voice cracked.

I fervently hoped he could not detect the tremor of fear as I awaited his response. I had been honest and upfront with my schedule. Would My Titan shun and reject me, too? Was I as dirty and tainted as the past claimed I was? Or would My Titan be faithful to his word and claim me as his own, renewing his love and devotion? My worried mind stood at the ready to once more magic my protective walls into place about my tender heart. 

In a fever of rapacious and greedy kisses, My Titan growled his dominance as he scooped me into his arms and strode to the back of my home and the faintly lit sanctuary of my bedroom. The bed was prepared, the linens drawn to the foot of the bed, pillows set at an angle against the dark headboard. My mind barely dared to hope all was well; nevertheless, my Inner Goddess squealed in unmitigated happiness. She so adored being carried off and devoured. 

My Titan smothered me in exacting kisses as he planted me on the bed with animalistic possessiveness. My mind blurred at the intensity as my heart and mind tried to make sense of and interpret the whirlwind of emotions while my body strove to touch every inch of his body and absorb his very spirit into the deepest chambers of my soul. 

I have no memory of My Titan shedding his clothes or the silky cotton disappearing from my body. Only the acute ravishing of our bodies slamming together, My Titan’s weight an overpowering force on my bosom and heaving abdomen as my nails dug into his exposed flesh. I screamed my vehement need, my ceaseless orgasm wracking my body. I wanted him like I had never wanted him before, marveling how his magnificent length stretched and suffused me. My Inner Goddess winced, adoring as his bulbous tip aggressively beat on the door of my inner gateway. I savored the way his sweeping hands, his full lips, and his taut body asserted his claim on my body. The bed creaked in angry protest at our passion, but My Titan fiercely ignored the objection in his covetous exacting of my body. 

At My Titan’s affirmative, I divulged the explicit details of my interlude with The Titan. My Titan shockingly fought harder against my body, increasing his tempo and the ferocity of my own release. Every muscle of his lean body bulged and rippled around me, causing my Inner Goddess to swoon at the sight. My whispered, salacious account quickly turned to groans as my orgasm took control of my body, and I struggled to reveal the details from only hours earlier. Words evaporated, and my memory faded in the wondrous violence of our union. Our bodies surged in a sudden, blinding explosion, shattering into our joint release. Together, we were almost oblivious to it, continuing to move as one, our minds not yet ready to relinquish the sacred union of our bodies. Around us, there was only the sound of our beating pulses as the lights softly flickered around us. 

When we could finally move, I nestled against his broad, bare chest, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby. I contemplated our past moments. My Titan had thoroughly, masterfully claimed me but without the destructive undertones of control or jealousy. My mind carefully sifted through my memories, checking and rechecking if that was indeed the case. Was I truly so blessed with a partner confident in my love to trust I was his while allowing me to spread my wings if only to return to his arms at the first available opportunity? I knew where my heart stood, and though I had taken great delight in my time with The Titan, the experience had lacked the depth and bond I felt with My Titan. The secure love my overly romantic being craved. Each day, my heart was becoming tethered to his own. Could My Titan still sense my love?

As if sensing my unease, My Titan clutched me closer, kissing the sacred place above my brow. I nestled into his essence, intertwining our legs. Heart to heart, we verbally communed our perceptions, feelings, and even fears. I was reminded that just as our new relationship was scary for me, My Titan had his own past trauma. I commend My Titan with my wounded heart; he trusted me with his bruised heart. There was so much risk in exposing our souls while trying to navigate the winding path of life, but it was a prospect we were both willing to pursue. The night had been another pivotal step forward in building our connection. The Fates had spun their silken threads, bringing us together. Now, time, patience, and trust would guide our steps as we strode into the future, hand in hand. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie