Year of the Inner Goddess

January 2024 – Audio Version

Jack has led the type of life my little heart can only dream of. Mouth slack like a codfish, I sit, eyes wide as saucers, absorbing the tales of his boyish adventures and grand expeditions both near and in a far-off land. Sometimes, I shake my head, profoundly baffled as to why he takes such an interest in me and my decidedly droll past. Jack has seen it all and done it all. Nevertheless, I am daily tickled at his devout interest in our own future experiences, with travels to ancient lands, boat excursions with bosom friends, and so much more and not limited to…sharing me!

It all began as we lounged on my couch/bed under the fluffiest of comforters, nestled away from the welcome but biting cold of the Arctic air. Our conversation had spanned the breadth and width of several topics until my wine-loosened tongue divulged a popular bawdy internet search of mine. Forthwith, Jack guided our discussion toward the fantasy of enticing willing gentlemen to join us between my linen sheets. This was becoming a frequent theme between us and a recurring daydreaming on my part. Fueling that fantasy, Jack filled my mobile device daily with scandalous .gifs and pictures of multiple people engaged in all manner of wondrous positions. Before my eyes, their carefully oiled bodies slithered together, with the male participants solely focused on the beaming, glistening woman. It was wickedly delightful. On one occasion, my attention was so diverted from my homework and my Inner Goddess so incensed, with no viable outlet, I was forced to beg Jack for a reprieve, less my manic Inner Goddess nibble off every one of her elegant nails in pent-up frustration. 

The hour had grown unexpectedly late, and my body disposed towards sleep. However, fueled by the scandalous images carefully concealed on my mobile and our conversation ripe with divulging our darkest searches or experiences, it was just too much for my Inner Goddess. In unspoken harmony, our lips met as our bodies clashed with the sound of empurpled thunder. For the umpteenth time, I was exceedingly grateful for the sturdiness and queen-size of my extended couch. My furniture arrangement provided the expeditious union of our souls without resorting to the marginally distant bedroom. 

We had been apart for far too long, and our bodies boiled in infuriated need. My Inner Goddess had done well, and my honeyed slit was practically dripping in preparation for his rabid penetration. I cried out in unison with her at the intrusive prominence, clambering for entrance at my inner gate. I clung to his body in animalistic abandon, a part of me wishing to tear away our mortal forms so that our ethereal souls could fuse in transcendent sublimity. My arched back refused to make contact with the couch, and I buried my face in the stiff pillows of the sofa’s back. Caught in the inescapable force of the primordial spell, Jack hammered against me inexhaustible resilience, his swollen ridge mauling my inner jewel with unrepentant aggravation. 

Adding spice to his already potent fury, Jack transformed above me into a viral, dynamic stag that nearly drove my Inner Goddess as mad as a March hare. Jack wove a graphic and fervid tale in his low, canorous baritone, creating a wanton illusion of multiple men surrounding us. With explicit and uninhibited detail, the shadows of Jack’s imagination came to life. My mouth was no longer buried in the cushion but stuffed with another man’s mammoth glory. My left and right hands clenched, not the tousled blankets sheathing the couch/bed but two rigid phalluses. Fictional hands swarmed my body, caressing, pinching, and exploring. Though nonexistent, the heat of the encompassing bodies threatened to engulf me in a hedonistic inferno. 

I panted and screamed. I writhed and twisted in the irresistible grip of my authoritative orgasms. The only reprieve occurred when Jack forcibly overturned us and positioned me to straddle his prone form. Having already endured a strenuous round of orgasms, I physically felt like a limp ragdoll, my head and arms far too heavy to uphold my corporeal weight. Internally, it was an entirely different matter. I felt possessed by my berserk Inner Goddess. She rose within me, wings extended in their fullest might and her ears hanging on Jack’s every indecent word. His formidable eloquence was akin to sparks landing on dry kindling, lighting the fervid need of mind, body, and Inner Goddess. 

A delirious frenzy overtook me. My mouth was no longer my own but a sheath for another’s monolith. My hands yearned to stroke and tease the glory of parallel gods. With my waist seized between Jack’s intense grip, I bucked and ground astride him in a demented frenzy. My Inner Goddess was ablaze with unchaste and promiscuous thoughts, goaded by Jack’s sincere enthusiasm. Bewitched by his sordid descriptions, my fearful and cautious mind could not formulate any semblance of rational logic. This lack of hesitant constraint was a relief to my impetus, Inner Goddess. 

For two decades, she has longed to be the center of such decadent, obscene, and salacious focus. Alas, though previous paramours had made ardent promises, in the end, they were not in a position to make such assurances. My Inner Goddess had been left alone with her colorful fantasies. I would have been utterly baffled at my situation if my mind had been coherent. Jack was not only ensuring his comfort of my wishful thinking but, as an experienced Stag, was provoking and inciting me to step into the empowered role of a Vixen. His Vixen. My fragile mind had not been entirely convinced despite Jack’s substantiated words and actions. Sure, the math added up, but my heart had been tricked one too many times to blindly believe such amorous pledges. 

However, mounted over Jack’s granite ramrod, apparitions circulating, none of these insecurities plagued my mind. Behind me, spotless wings outstretched, my hips blindly pumped to the carnal hallucinations of Jack’s resonant words. Feathers fluttered, head thrown back, and throat elongated and exposed; I rode him, my mind on fire. I strove against his body while my sapphire curls cascaded and bounced down my naked back. Time was inconsequential. Prying neighbors were nonexistent as my throat warbled my interjections to the gods. Jack was relentless. With brazen ardor, his inexorable tale reinforced our bond. My mind became insensible, my body a pounding machine madly pursuing the apex of each subsequent punishing orgasm. Mind, body, and soul were dominated in the vortex of the climactic maelstrom Jack created around us.

Amid this explosive vehemence, energy began to gather in my lower abdomen, a swirling sphere of orgasmic power. Over and over, it rolled within me, gathering strength as it churned, swelling to the point of no return. Muscles rigid, body fraught with the strain, my Inner Goddess surrendered our body to the boiling orb, willing the orgasm to overwhelm the little sense remaining to me. 

With terrifying explosiveness, the internal star burst into a staggering supernova. The subsequent blast and gravity of the dying star generated not the customary detonation but rather transformed into a consuming black hole. For the first time, my orgasm imploded, contracting and crushing the matter of my being in its pitiless devastation. Voiceless in exquisite pain, my body curled over Jack, head resting on his collarbone as I rode the contracting climax. My abdominal muscles continued to cramp in searing agony and blissful release. It was unlike anything I had ever endured. The preponderance of my orgasms was outward-focused, fracturing from my form like brilliant, sparkling fireworks. What had just happened? How exactly had it happened? This was an unexpected disruption to my accustomed orgasmic experiences. 

At last, crumpling fully onto his broad chest, I gasped and clutched my aching abdomen, inhaling and exhaling in an attempt to soothe and ease the vexed and aggrieved muscles. To alleviate any consternation on Jack’s part, I struggled to laughingly explain what had just transpired while my knuckled fist dug into my navel. Jack joined in my wonder, then progressed to kissing up my neck as he brushed aside my limp curls, unveiling my flushed cheek. My body was categorically finished, drained of all essence. Had I owned one, I might have waved a white flag in unabashed capitulation. Even my Inner Goddess tottered to her velvet chaise and drooped into its support, her eyes glazed in exhausted bewilderment. 

My abdominal muscles continued to shriek their indignant protestations. Once in my opulent bed, Jack pulled my feeble body close until I was solidly nestled on his chest, my legs draped over his warm thigh. I breathed a great sigh of relief, though one hand remained between us, pressed over my navel for appeasing support. Though prodigious and transcendent, my body was not quite sure about this new form of orgasm. Perhaps with more exercises, crunches, and the like, my endurance and stamina might be able to withstand such egregious force. 

Ever steady, Jack ran his fingers over my temple and through my hair. I sighed once more, my eyelids heavier than they had ever been. A dulcifying peace, warm and emanating from the man beneath, slowly enveloped my weary body. My last thought was the realization that my muscles were no longer screaming in rancor. Soundlessly, Jack had calmed the very fibers of my being with his comforting presence. Would the man would never cease to amaze me? And with that, I slept the sleep of the profoundly content. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie