Year of the Inner Goddess

February 2024 – Audio Version

Our make-out session started slowly and almost unintentionally. It had been a wonky day that left our minds troubled and our bodies wishing for the golden escape of sleep. Jack had half-rolled on me, his finger caressing my cheekbone as he brushed an errant sapphire strand from my temple. I sighed sleepily, my tummy satisfied with dinner even but so my Inner Goddess rustled and nudged me at his tender affection. I knew I needed to take matters in hand before I fell further under the siren call of sleep. With the unfortunate understanding that our time together was fleeting, my Inner Goddess yearned for him despite my weariness and the comfort of our shared meal. Decisively, rolling off the couch/bed, I pulled Jack after me. I wanted the close solace of my sanctuary, not the expanse of the front room in which to enjoy My Love. Heading aft, the skip in my step was unforeseen. My Inner Goddess was more in control and eager than I expected. 

Before I had taken a dozen springy steps, Jack casually yanked back on my hand, causing me to pause abruptly midstep. I turned my puzzled face to him, the evening lamplight catching the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. What nefarious plan was My Love about to set in motion? My apartment was tiny, and with a massive project littering the table, the dining room was out of commission. Was he too full from dinner and changing his mind about the bedroom?

What a silly thought that was! Jack gave a half bow as he stepped closer, hooked his shoulder just under my ribs, and threw me over his shoulder in a fireman carry! I shrieked in sublime elation and objection, swatting his buttocks to emphasize my protestation! In my mind’s eye, I could almost see his boyish grin as Jack blatantly ignored my outcry and hauled me off, knowing full well that I adored the manhandling. As if I were precious treasure, I was laid on the bed, and immediate kisses flicked over my lips and flushed cheeks, leaving me breathless at the gallantry and ministration. Though brief, my impossible Inner Goddess pronounced we had quite enough foreplay. I pulled on his biceps, enticing his weight to settle on me. I was ready for his rich glory to assuage my emptiness. Deliberately, Jack resisted, choosing to kneel on the maple floorboards as his thick hands seized my waist in sudden authority, wrenching my hips to the edge of the mattress. Despite myself, I giggled, my arms idle above my head, patient for his decree. 

Jack had yet to pay any heed to my moist slit. Nevertheless, my heart was galloping behind my ribs in anticipation. The roaring in my ears deafened me to all but Jack’s mastery. My Inner Goddess quivered, her muscles taut in expectancy. An eternity passed around us as he dallied, I am sure intentionally. 

Dulcet, inquisitive fingertips began to leisurely tease my outer curtains. It felt exquisite, and my eyes rolled back at the caresses until stark awareness washed over me – I had forgotten about the bristly 5 PM shadow! I had not adequately prepared for an act of oral reverence! Customary intimacy was one thing; my shadow likely would have gone unnoticed. However, to have his smooth, sensitive lips scored by my neglect was quite another matter! One hand slipped between my thighs, a barrier to his lowering mouth as I verbally protested, stating my prickly situation. Resolute and undeterred, Jack rumbled some response, stating he did not notice, nor did he care, as he deftly brushed aside my defense. I lifted my head to dissent further. With one long lick lapping from the base of my curtains all the way north to swirl around my pearl, my anxiety was quelled, and the objection died in my throat. In one move, Jack had derailed my disagreement. My head fell back to the bed in absolute surrender. Though self-conscious, my Inner Goddess supposed that if he did not mind, who was I to argue?

Jack worshiped for an eternity, alternating between sensual licks, fluttering flicks over my engorged pearl, and imposing penetrating intrusion. Helplessly, I clung to the comforter as wave after wave of orgasmic release dominated my half-naked frame. Wait, when had I lost my joggers and delicates? Were they in the living room or on the floorboards, cushioning his knees? For the life of me, I could not remember! Not that it mattered in the least. For the next 90 minutes or so, I was his, and he was mine.

Purposefully, Jack’s hands squeezed between the firm mattress and plump derriere and hoisted my thighs, hips, and waist high into the air as he rose to stand flatfooted on the bare floor. I supported a portion of my weight on my tiptoes, though most rested on my shoulders, neck, and back of my head. My view was suddenly obstructed by the sight of my mid and lower region looming and curling before me. 

Let the record state that I struggled with including this next bit. I would appreciate it if every experience I partook in was devoid of embarrassment, mishaps, and self-depreciation. I have the option to give an account of only the erotic and titillating, yet, in doing so, I would fail in my mission of truthfully relaying my libertine adventures. Life is not perfect, and neither is my body. I know, I know. I should love and accept my body, appreciating that all bodies are beautiful and that it is routine for weight to fluctuate. Notwithstanding, the body before me did not look like me. Just then, I did not feel like me. 

For the past month, I had been battling the sudden appearance of extra adipose tissue gathering and settling in my mid-region. So far, it had resisted my labors to eliminate it despite adjusting my sugar intake, smaller portions, and redoubled workouts. The sight of my bulging, rolling abdomen was beyond disconcerting, trapping my eyes and blocking my mind from the rapturous care Jack was bestowing between my legs. Doubt, embarrassment, and nigh-on humiliation clouded my vision, fighting my Inner Goddess for dominance of my mind. I knew what the scale read, but the irrefutable proof looming mere inches from my face painted my cheeks a fierce scarlet. I pulled the hem of my shirt over my rolls. I miserably prayed Jack had not noticed as he voraciously devoured my slit. 

“Focus on what he’s doing!” My Inner Goddess implored. “Listen to the groans grumbling from his throat. He likes this! Where is his tongue exploring? Come back to me!” She supplicated, her hunger barely sated. 

I compelled my vision away from my body to the bronze head buried between my milky thighs. His head moved back and forth as his tongue strove to trigger my orgasms. I noted Jack’s arms wrapped around the outside of my thighs, his broad fingers pressed deep into the soft dough of my thighs. I closed my eyes, obscuring the sight of my midriff as I strenuously adjusted my scrutiny to the man dining on his dessert. Soon, the sweet composition of another orgasm began threading its way through my nervous system. I gripped his sculpted deltoids, stealing his strength as I melted beneath him. 

Grinning like a silly fool, Jack raised his head, chin dribbling with my nectar. It glimmered in the dim light of my sanctuary. All thoughts of tummy rolls and wolverine prickles evaporated in the sunshine of his smile. What did I ever do to deserve a man looking at me like I was his favorite thing in the whole wide world? My hands still wrapped over his hard muscles, I pulled him over me, my Inner Goddess yearning for his rigid fullness to complete me. Moving from my thighs, Jack’s sure hands slid up to my waist and yanked my hips to the very edge of the mattress once more. His feet were solid on the floor as he plunged his unyielding glory between the slick curtains of my slit with fluid command. 

An exclamation, louder than permissible, ripped from my throat at Jack’s immediate and volatile bombardment. I writhed and gasped while an agonizing orgasm threatened to shred my fragile soul from my vibrating body. Having been impelled further on the bed in the welcome onslaught, Jack plucked me back to the edge of the bed, my waist now on the curvature of the mattress. Jack used gravity to aid in my torment as he renewed the pursuit of our mutual bliss. 

Feeling encumbered, I wriggled out of my satin blouse. It had become a barrier to my pleasure, preventing me from absorbing the erotic passion of Jack’s naked torso. I was weak for him and ached for the security of his body. 

Darn it, the talons of obnoxious reality intruded on my awareness, highlighting my wobbling midriff beneath him. That would never do! I slipped the thin material of my discarded camisole over my abdomen. An avid exhibitionist, it was wildly uncharacteristic of me. Mercifully, Jack remained mute on the subject, choosing to distract me by taking charge of my body and dramatically hustling me to the middle of the bed as he scrambled over me and stationed himself between my lithe limbs before diving into my pulsing core. 

His exceptional strategy worked, and my consciousness became diverted as I witnessed the extraordinary lust of his glory driving with considerable valor. His washboard abs strained, highlighting his Adonis Belt’s crisp cut, the acute angle of his hipbones, and veins bulging just beneath his tanned skin. Jack repositioned my jelly legs, ankles supported on his shoulders, his prominent glory diving straight into my cavern. I was bewitched by the striking contrast of our skin tone: my pearly satin overlaying his buff, sun-kissed chest was a vision of poetry that murmured of delicate feminine virtues and raw masculine brawn. I tried to draw his attention to the salient composition, but my words morphed into a scream, and my body went tense, the fibers of my muscles ridge in the onslaught of the new arrangement assailing my ripe inner jewel. 

“I. Want. To. Flip…” Gods of Olympus, I strove to convey my thoughts between the grueling thunder of his hips. The man was a veritable battering ram. I tried anew to lift my head above the orgasmic waves. “Over!” I gasped the words out with desperate effort. 

A feral growl mingled with my cries before Jack slackened his pistoning hips, gripped my hips, and, with lecherous grace, flipped me over. I inhaled the covers as I gasped in pain and satisfaction as he reinstated his claim over my swollen delicate slit. With my distressing midsection now obscured from either of our gazes, I was at last free to fully succumb to the inferno seeking to claim mind and body. I shuddered and jerked as I fractured into starlight, the release excruciating in its eruptive perfection. 

My Inner Goddess took full advantage of a brief decline in my climax and pressed backward into the lethal attack and then beguilingly wriggled the generous cushion of my derriere against his loins. This repeated action of mine triggered the intrinsic reaction I was looking for. I sent my Inner Goddess a wicked grin, noting Jack’s breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps, his hold on my waist tightening as his intent shifted to his swelling girth and mushrooming climax. One hand roughly grabbed my disheveled curls, while the opposite aggressively pinned me at the waist to the mattress in his intense single-mindedness. My teasing seduction was quickly forgotten as his merciless pounding rocketed me into near oblivion, igniting the stars behind my clenched eyelids to burst like celebratory pyrotechnics. 

My voice joined the hypnotic slapping that reverberated about my sanctuary. I begged him to join me. To give himself to me. I cried for his essence even as I lost myself to his virile might. Behind me, I felt his rigidity reach a boiling point. Jack’s muscles strained, grip tightening where it made contact with my body. The knowledge of his forthcoming release was kerosene to the climactic forest fire raging in my veins. Orgasmic flames spread, licking and devouring every inch of my body. Embracing the inferno, I braced for his fearful detonation. 

The guttural cry intertwined with my wails as he slammed against me with dominating finality. My entire body froze, my orgasm arrested, bewitched by the magnitude of the girth spewing its torrid essence to coat my intimate cocoon. My Inner Goddess ruffled her feathers in smug delight only to warble her jubilant victory as Jack withdrew, and I felt his warm pleasure ooze and then run down my slit to puddle on the comforter below. Gods of Olympus, his virality made my fingers curl, eyes unconsciously roll backward, and I nearly came again at the transcendency of our union. He was mine, and I was his.  

Still on all fours, I patted myself dry with a nearby towel. Weary, I prepared to nestle into the burliness of Jack’s still-heaving chest as he collapsed on the bed, arms splayed beside him. While my mind and spirit might have been ready to bask in the afterglow, my greedy Inner Goddess pointedly nudged me in the ribs. She had not had her fill and would not be ignored and left wanting. Groaning internally, I wiggled away from Jack’s enticing body, mildly annoyed with my Inner Goddess. Stretching around the headboard, my fingers alighted on the tiny vibrator plugged into the charger. 

“Are you getting what I think you’re getting?” Jack rumbled, his eyes closed in respite. 

“Maybe,” I said coyly as I settled beside him, my head positioned on his shoulder. I adjusted the lavender bullet over my unsatisfied pearl. 

Turning the device to its lowest setting, I snuggled my hips a little closer, relishing Jack’s nearness and the lazy flicking of his fingers over my right nipple. Even as my pulse began to race, my skin trembling, I savored the quietness of the moment, the steadying of his heartbeat against my ear, the methodical hum of the fan above, and the blossoming tingles expanding from my southernmost region. Heavily, I closed my eyes, chin tilted to the rotating blades, and gave myself over to my impulse. 

It made my heart radiant to know that Jack felt no animosity or threat from my device. The use of it was rather a salute to the artful seduction of his tongue and hips. The amorous man had managed to whip my Inner Goddess into a wanton frenzy. The pad of my finger compressed the tiny glowing button at the top, increasing the agitation to level two. I groaned, shifting my hips at the escalating pleasure. Next to me, Jack stirred and retracted his left arm from beneath me as he rolled onto his side, facing me. I peeked at him through half-closed lashes.

“Time to do this properly,” he growled, looming over me.

One hand clapped my left breast, massaging and kneading the ample swell as he brought his mouth to hover over my right breast. With an audible “Ohhh,” I sealed my eyes, blocking out the world and allowing my remaining senses to heighten. I could sense his soothing breathing, lips poised just above my begging bosom. I arched my right side in muted entreaty. Ever the master of seduction, Jack hesitated, teasing my craving with the slightest flick of his tongue on my outstretched nipple. I bit my lip in mixed concentration and frustration at the denial. At his teasing leisure, Jack lifted his head away and then…buried his face in the mound of my right breast, sucking and nuzzling my nipple and fawn areola deep into his mouth.

I nearly exploded right then and there! Desperately, I wrested the reins of control from my Inner Goddess. I wanted this encompassing indulgence to last, to luxuriate in his adoration of my breast. My want undulated within me, emanating from my thrumming pearl and spreading south down my thighs, through my straining calves to my curling and uncurling toes. Heading north, my need flushed up my abdomen, across the underside of my bosom, between the valley of my breasts, up and over my collarbone, tightening and constricting my throat muscles before painting my cheeks with colors stolen from summer cherries. The tidal effect caused my body to almost serpentine on the comforter. Jack pressed the length of his long torso and sturdy hips against me, securing our bodies together. The hairs of his legs tickled my overly sensitive skin. I sensed his groin on my thigh. The very nearness of his resting glory, still slick with my previous orgasms, only amplified my mushrooming climax. I pressed the device’s button a third and final time. 

Raw, carnal vibrations ripped through me. I assumed Jack would switch to the far breast, but he was unflagging in his devotion. At my unrestrained response, he redoubled his labors by nuzzling deeper, his cropped, grizzled chin scoring the tender surface of my areola, agonizing and inflaming my climax. My bosom heaved, my body glistened, my mind torn between focusing on the ministrations being wrought on my breast and surrendering to the imminent doom of my swelling orgasm. 

Like a tsunami gathering in alarming power, I felt my impending release rise to an implausible height. My pulse pounded, and my legs began to tremble uncontrollably as I gritted my teeth in fierce concentration. Jack’s mouth, tongue, and lips never stopped, not for a single breath. Chest heaving, breath coming in short, panting gasps, every muscle was on edge when the tsunami thundered down on me, obliterating all thoughts of reason and comprehension. I convulsed, shuddering and screaming in the throws of my delight, limbs thrashing as my body nearly levitated from the bed, and still Jack suckled and kneaded my swollen mounds as if his very life depended on it. Wave after wave pulsed and rippled from the apex between my legs. So zealous were the sensations that I was forced to remove the device lest my body rip in two as I shrieked and writhed. The residual effects of the devastating orgasm had every fiber tremoring long after the last wave faded away. My nervous system was utterly spent. 

Inhaling my first big breath in ages, I draped my exhausted form over Jack’s now reclined form, nestling into my favorite spot. I basked in the Moon Goddess’ silvery glow, musing on the gloriousness of my life. Pulling me into his embrace, Jack’s hands caressed and soothed my over-stimulated nervous system. Responsively, I cuddled closer, loving the feeling of my spent form on his strong, compact frame. 

“I think that was good for you!” Jack whispered as he kissed my sacred place. 

Still unable to form coherent words, I moaned an acknowledgment, allowing my eyelids to flutter shut in my supreme satisfaction. 

“I think it was good for someone else, too.” He murmured, lips still on my forehead. 

I wrinkled my brow in confusion but did not move. Jack shifted, tilting to angle his hips in my direction. His monstrous glory fell against my abdomen. My Inner Goddess’ jaw hit the floor in awe. His prominence was not mildly aroused but a deep aubergine, bulging and pulsing with vigorous intent. I stared in shock even as my hand moved to stroke and adore his length. It had only been 15 minutes at most, yet Jack was invigorated and enthusiastic, primed and impatient for another go-round!

“Get up, get up!!” My Inner Goddess prodded.

She was near manic in her excitement as she manipulated my body to sit astride him like some lustful marionette. My Inner Goddess had pulled my strings, lifting my weary body, spreading one crooked knee over his hip, and lowering my already dewy form to slide down his stanchion monolith. I had already experienced two ardent rounds, yet there I was, jaw clenched, nails digging into my palms in an effort to keep them from piercing Jack’s bulging pectorals beneath me as I drown in his irresistible charm.

Without pomp, I began to ride him, angling his protrusion directly in contact with my inner jewel. Without circumstance, my sweet nectar gushed over his hips and thighs. Silly, wet, squelching noises filled the room. I might have blushed and apologized, but the instant eruption of my orgasm vanquished all inhibitions. As if possessed, I manipulated his strength for my own selfish design. My Inner Goddess was utterly awed by his stamina. I had thought myself ready to doze in his arms, settled for the evening, yet here I was, a quivering bundle of firing neurons, my throat shrieking my Love’s grandeur for all the neighbors to overhear. 

In a feral rage, Jack flipped me over, ordering me flat onto my stomach. Hands on my waist immobilized me as his weight bore down on me while he forced his girth between my still-dripping slit. I tried to cry out, but my breath stuck in my throat, and my screams were strangled in the frenzied attack. It. Was. Everything. I. Needed. 

Jack thundered, blind to everything but our mutual need. Smack, smack, smack, smack. I took great gulps of air whenever possible, but between Jack’s wondrous assault and my mind-numbing orgasms, oxygen seemed almost unnecessary (though my lungs wholeheartedly disagreed!). I bit into the comforter, drowning my screams in the soft fluff while struggling to endure the magnificence dominating my tiny frame. Hips a blur, Jack placed much of his weight in the burly columns of his arms, hands encircling my waist, thumbs on either side of my spine, threatening to snap me in half. Disorientated in sheer euphoria, I would have let him! 

When we ultimately disengaged, witless grins stretched across our faces in ludicrous happiness at our ravenous appetite. Parched, Jack stepped away to retrieve a beverage. I had every intention of rolling onto my back and seductively displaying my considerable assets, sapphire curls artfully displayed on the navy pillow. However, I found I lacked the power to rotate my body. Abandoned by my Inner Goddess, I was no longer a mariennet to her salacious will.

Consequently, I did not mind. Jack’s chuckle at my still prostrate form was infectious. He offered me a sip, and while my chafed throat longed for the pacifying relief from the citrus tea, my arms ignored my brain’s commands and remained lethargic, one sagging off the side of the bed where it had fallen. Wrapped in a cashmere blanket and half asleep in her chaise, my Inner Goddess giggled wickedly to herself. She felt a perverse amount of devious glee from wringing every drop of pleasure from my body and leaving me limp and wet as a washrag. I gave a droopy smile as Jack spread himself beside me before drawing my limp form to nest over him. If all my days ended in such blissful exhaustion in the arms of My Love, my Inner Goddess could use me to her heart’s content. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie