Year of the Inner Goddess

March 2024 – Audio Version

Despite Jack’s patient reassurances, my anxiety was unprecedented. All day, I had tried to pinpoint the antithesis of my insecurity. Incomprehensibly, my Inner Goddess was drawn to participate in the new sensual experience we had planned for later that night. So why the fretfulness and fiery heartburn? I had been on numerous dates in the past few years, most ending with varying degrees of sensuality. There was little reason to be so wound up.

Perhaps the difference was that I had yet to meet or have any type of interaction with the upcoming gentleman, personally nicknamed Blue-Eyes (this bit of helpful information had been retrieved from his profile account). All negotiations had been wrought through my experienced Jack. Other than my eager consent, there had been little to concern myself about other than selecting an outfit for our evening. 

I wondered if the lack of administration contributed to my collywobbles. Upon internal reflection, I determined that could not possibly be the case. Jack had faithfully run every profile, conversation, and meeting option through me. I held absolute authority, to the point I knew with unerring certainty that I could call off the entire arrangement at any moment. After all, this was my fantasy Jack was fulfilling, not his own. With the constant demands on my time, my mental and physical energies were taxed beyond measure. It was refreshing to answer yes or no as I felt inclined and to leave all other matters and details in Jack’s capable and experienced hands. 

The plan was to meet at a local bar late in the evening; this afforded us all the opportunity to casually come together in a public place and ascertain everyone’s energy, connection, and comfort level. Nevertheless, the lump grew in my throat as the day passed. I was wildly indecisive about what to wear, though that came as no particular surprise. 

This would be my first true MFM. My Inner Goddess was gleeful and paced in feral anticipation, her luminous sheer robe wafting about her ankles as she glided to and fro, waiting for the workday to end. For me, the possible affair came with its fair share of fears. What if, at some point, jealousy and control reared their monstrous heads, coming between Jack and me? 

“How long has Jack been a part of this lifestyle?” My Inner Goddess responded, mildly annoyed. “This isn’t his first rodeo, and…he’s not your past.” I nodded slowly, true. An MFM was almost old news to Jack. My mind and internal organs remained twisted in uncomfortable knots. 

“What if I don’t make a good impression and say something ridiculous? Like water on a duck or black olives?” The whole thing felt a bit like a job interview.

“Given your track record,” my Inner Goddess rolled her eyes. “There is a high chance you will. Maybe it will come off as adorable and cute? Or, play it safe and just smile.” 

(I made a mental note not to ingest anything green and leafy beforehand. Also, broccoli was out of the question. Oh, and nothing with poppy seeds!) 

“Yes,” drolled my sarcastic Inner Goddess. “Because poppy seeds are such a staple in your diet. When was the last time you had a poppy seed anything? 2019?”

I shrugged, a little hurt. One never knew when a lemon poppy seed muffin might appear. It was a fair restriction. I continued.

“What if I’m a bad kisser?”

“Frankly, why are you holding onto that!” My Inner Goddess threw up her hands in frustration. “One person tells you that two years ago, and you won’t let us forget it!”

“He said I was a five out of 10!“ I defensively pointed out. “That’s really bad! Furthermore, what if Blue-Eyes isn’t attracted and finds me off-putting…or worse?” 

It was a genuine fear. My Inner Goddess hoped to give a healthy and mature response. Saying something about being comfortable with not being everyone’s cup of tea. Also, the evening was a one-time thing, not a lifetime commitment. Nonetheless, she nibbled her elegant fingernails, agitation peeking through her bold facade. Past rejection had yet to fully scar over, and the possibility had her worried, too.  

“No matter what happens, our evening will end curled in Jack’s arms.” My Inner Goddess finally reminded me. “And honestly, that’s all that truly matters.”

Bolstered by her thoughtful reminder, I set about my Esther preparations. There was hair to coif, lingerie to select, and an overnight bag for Jack’s place to fill. There was so much to do and so little time to do it!

And wouldn’t you know it, I faltered before our evening could commence. Halfway into the city, horror struck me, freezing the blood in my veins as I realized my freshly steamed dress was left hanging from the trim in my sanctuary!! Even my specifically chosen lingerie was absent, having been carefully hooked on the hanger to streamline my overnight bag. I wailed my despair! Jack instantly plotted a route back to retrieve the articles until I touched his arm gently to restrain him. I was a big girl and made a mistake, and while the readiness to undergo an 80-minute roundtrip detour was appreciated, it was nonsense. I always traveled with a spare outfit, and while it was not ideal, I had a suitable backup for our evening. My Inner Goddess groaned; how could I have been so careless?!? I inhaled and took Jack’s hand in mine. It was time to let go and pivot. 

My backup dress was a short, crimson piece with a deep V-cut in the front and back. Too revealing for comfort, I paired it with a low snowy tank top that still provided a generous amount of cleavage to be on display. The hem fell about mid-thigh, verging towards the knee yet exposing my long legs, with a glimpse of my thighs when seated. I completed the ensemble with a pair of strappy midnight heels. It was a beautiful outfit, but it wasn’t the right one. The outfit was more appropriate for sunshine and a cocktail hour. I felt a bit ridiculous knowing the cherry red of my pea coat would clash with the crimson red of my dress. My Inner Goddess huffed and rubbed her temples. My vanity truly knew no bounds. 

Once at Jack’s, my sapphire curls and glittering fingernails were on point…I was ready, well, outwardly. My body grumbled about the lateness of the evening. After all, it was only an hour until my customary bedtime! I thought my Inner Goddess might strangle me as she rolled her eyes in irritation. Why was I fighting her every step of the way? We were young, thriving, and in the prime of our life! We would not shy away from this chance to step out of our comfort zone and avail ourselves of a grand adventure! This was the time to do anything and everything we desired!! (Safely, maturely, and within our carefully outlined boundaries).

On location, my Inner Goddess possessed my arm, clamping my fingers around the handle of the Jeep, releasing the latch, and swinging the door wide into the crisp night air. I shivered; who’s to tell if it was cold or the jitters that had such a hold of me? “Here we go!” I staunchly told myself, sucking on a Tic-Tac because one should always be prepared for a fortuitous kiss. 

Inside, we sat side by side, sipping our drinks while waiting for Blue-Eyes’ arrival. Though a touch loud for our intent, the band was on point that night, cheerfully plying their trade. Beside me, Jack was the model of calm masculinity. I reached for our invisible tether seeking solace and backing, reminding myself to just breathe. I popped a second Tic-Tac in my mouth and grimaced. Margaritas and Tic-Tacs are two flavors that should never be married!

And then, there he was. Blue-Eyes was tall, well-dressed, and respectably self-assured, striding toward our table. Jack rose to welcome him, greeting him with a firm handshake. I followed suit, praying to the gods I did not stumble over my two left feet as I rose. Thankfully, I managed some semblance of decorum. However, before I could extend my hand, Blue-Eyes’ arm encircled my shoulders and upper back in a tight hug, placing a wispy kiss on my right cheek before taking his seat. 

I was both flummoxed and enchanted by the greeting. At the first touch, my Inner Child panicked, memories of past abuse flashing before my eyes. “We’re being touched! He’s in violation of our personal bubble! We’re being touched!!”

“Peace!” Half crooned, half ordered my Inner Goddess, trying not to let her exasperation show. “It’s a normal human gesture, appropriate and brotherly. Further, he broke the “First Touch” ice! That means we do not have to initiate!” 

Girded by her words, I nested in my seat a gentleman on either side. My Inner Goddess adored the dual deference, the brightly lit corner, highlighting the devilish glint in her eye. The next hour flew by with more speed than I could have anticipated. Blue-Eyes was informed, well-spoken, and knowledgeable on various subjects aligned with Jack’s interests. However, Blue-Eyes was incredibly mindful to include me in the conversation, pointedly drawing me in. More accustomed to being the third wheel in a conversation, the thoughtful inclusion tickled me. 

I began to relax, muscles unwinding as I sipped my margarita. Initially, out of reliance and a bit of fear, I had been mindful to keep my body adjourned to Jack, body angled towards him, hand on his thigh, constantly probing the depth of his eyes for any sign of, well…anything, but all I ever found was unflappable confidence and naughty boyishness. He was having a marvelous evening. The longer we conversed, the more I began to sit straighter in my chair. Unsurprisingly, things were indeed going toppingly! 

Blue-Eyes noted the modulation of my posture and began lightly stroking my immediate knee and calf. It was slow at first, nothing overt, cautious but not hesitant. My Inner Goddess approved. Caution spoke of respect and boundaries, but hesitancy bred self-doubt in my Inner Goddess. 

Each person took turns excusing themselves for a moment. Alone, Jack and I checked in with one another. There are no red flags for either of us. Jack repeated his motto for the evening: it was all about me, and I could call it off at ANY second. I confidently stated I was good, more than good. I was set to leave when and IF the two of them were game. Jack guaranteed me that during their moment alone, Blue-Eyes had settled the issue surrounding interest. My trepidation began to dissipate while my Inner Goddess skipped and twirled. This was actually going to happen!

Jack stepped away to close the tab, intentionally letting Blue-Eyes have a moment alone with me. We talked about something; unimportant words vocalized. Yet, every syllable faded in the kiss. I had not seen it coming, yet the embrace, one hand on my knee, the other tenderly about my neck, was suave, chivalrous, and courtly. It had been uniquely masterful. One can tell so much from a kiss. This one had my Inner Goddess applauding, and no internal alarm bells sounded. 

Jack and I talked of nothing but Blue-Eyes and our pending evening on the brief drive home. All was grand. We were secure, excited, and I was VERY needy. Still, the butterflies in my stomach felt more like rocks in a tumbler, going round and round. I tried to puzzle out how to start the evening, how to stand, and where I should position myself. I felt more like two left feet and all thumbs as I unfastened all jewelry from my neck and ears. Enough times with the Demigod had proven that if I did not want an earring back boring into my skull or a necklace dangling in his face, it was best to remove them ahead of time. 

Smooth as caramel, Jack mustered drinks. I stood by the dining room table, feeling less sexy in my house slippers despite their sleek velvet and Pomeranian puff atop the toes. I tried sitting on the couch. Nope. Maybe pacing was more my style? My mind felt torn between attempting to plan the first moments and not planning the first moments lest I distract and disappoint my expectations. I paced, keenly aware of my hands. Why were they so big and awkward? What was I supposed to do with them? What did I usually do with them?? Jack was chipper in the kitchen. 

The solid rap on the door startled me. There was still time to cancel. I could politely bow out of the whole thing and cuddle into bed with Jack. 

“AS IF!!!!!” My affronted Inner Goddess marched me to the ingress. 

And there he stood, all smiles and sedate ease as he stepped through the threshold. I breathed in and exhaled, hoping to present poised congeniality, but my Inner Goddess chirped, jumping up and down. Cordial banter was exchanged once more before Blue-Eyes excused himself to the restroom. I tried to sit on the couch, a picture of sophisticated placidity, and failed miserably, my hands visibly twitching. 

On his return, Blue-Eyes seated himself beside me, dangerously, deliciously close. He smelled intoxicating, like spring water with a hint of something green and rich, full of life. I cuddled near when he lifted the nearest long arm to wreath me, hand resting on my still-clothed abdomen. 

The gentlemen discussed this and that as I attempted to still my racing heart. Blue-Eyes artfully conversed while traversing my body with his hands. As my comfort level increased, I found myself gradually moving closer and closer. Gods, he smelled delightful. The back of my head lay on his shoulder, sliding back until I fully reclined on his chest, elongating my torso for his inspection. Only, he was doing far more than surveying my torso. Engrossed fingers caressed my inner thigh and, at my physical invitation, slipped between the sapphire lace negligee hidden beneath the crimson dress. 

It was a lovely piece of art. Made entirely from a shocking sapphire blue lace, thin straps crisscrossed in the back to support a plunging neckline. In contrast, the intricate lace circumnavigated my body before disappearing between my thighs and reappearing to slyly frame my ample buttocks. 

His fingers expertly slid back and forth, spreading my natural lubricant and gaining an understanding of my physiology. I groaned, back arching at the intimate feeling. I peeked through my lashes. Jack was in direct proximity, but more importantly, a giant smile stretched from ear to ear. My jitters dropped another peg. It was okay to enjoy myself. 

Enjoy is an understatement. With a sound flick, Blue-Eyes masterfully unclasped the secret latch connecting the lace in the front and back and allowing them to spring apart and expose my glistening slit. My Inner Goddess’s jaw hit the floor in shocked wonder, and my estimation of Blue-Eyes increased. The man knew his way around lingerie!

But that wasn’t all. Blue-Eyes knew his way around the feminine body. What felt like seconds but was perhaps moments later, I was moaning and writhing and then, to my astonishment, gushing and soaking everything beneath me. Warm nectar splashed, some even rising high enough to fleck my face. Mortification joined my rollicking emotions. Generally, it took enormous effort and a grueling jackhammering motion to release my flood. How was this possible?

Nevertheless, Blue-Eyes had managed the feat with me cuddled against his chest. Encouraged by my reaction, Blue-Eyes repeated the fiddling motion until I positively drenched the couch, my negligée, my dress, and quite possibly the floor! I lay limp, gasping at the awe of it all! It had all happened so fast!

My Inner Goddess responded by clapping her hands as she gayly squealed and begged for more in the bedroom. She was utterly spellbound, dousing my uneasy mind with excitement, shushing my protests of “What if I’m no good or screw this up?” And “What if Blue-Eyes feels forced or manipulated?” 

“Let’s go!!!” My Inner Goddess urged me to a sitting position. “I want the two of them to do their worst to us!!”

Her insistence and the cooling liquid under my hips brought me back to reality. I had soaked the couch…the LEATHER couch! Profuse apologies poured from my lips, but Jack would hear none of it, ushering us into the bedroom. In the dim evening tide, I sought the depth of his eyes and found only reassurance and lust. Okay, everything was okay. 

In the bedroom, I began to slip out my sopping dress and flimsy negligee. My Inner Goddess pouted a bit at this point. Though not my original piece for the evening, it was a stunning latticework, and now it was soggy with the straps dangling on either side of me—not attractive at all! I slipped it off with a sad sigh and discreetly deposited both garments in the corner. 

Blue-Eyes and Jack had been busy, too. My Jack attended to the couch and joined us in the bedroom. Under my watchful gaze, both gentlemen began removing their clothing. My Inner Goddess bit her knuckle to affirm that the sight before me was not a dream but a fantasy come to life. 

Jack was lean and athletic with sculpted muscles. His immense shoulders flowed south to washboard abs and narrow but dangerous hips. Nestled in his arms, My Jack smelled of the mountains and crisp water. His wide smile was infectious, making instant friends wherever he went, while his bronzed skin and rugged looks spoke of the sun, adventure, and the great outdoors. Now he was naked and all mine. 

Blue-eyes was tall, with broad shoulders and hips. He was ridiculously fit, with a body built like a Scandinavian god, with the lustrous, cream skin that my fingers were itching to caress and massage. Aptly named, he had startling blue eyes the color of an intrepid ocean. Blue-Eyes was decisively intelligent and a marvelous conversationalist who had made a point to draw me into the conversation, taking notice of what I had to say and, most notably, asking follow-up questions. Now, resplendent in all his glory, he waited for me. 

I took a faltering step forward, still unsure what the next moves might or should be. Like a dream, Blue-Eyes stepped towards me. His body was all fluid and grace with finely honed muscles. My Inner Goddess bit her lip as he sauntered over and bent his lips to mine, his hands round my waist. 

Encouraged onto the nearby bed, I sought to steady my nervous breath. There I was, nude except for the dark outlines of my tattoos, enhancing my shoulder, breasts, sternum, and hip, diffident yet hungry. Blue-Eyes knelt before my legs, tenderly parting them. I lay utterly exposed and vulnerable to the judgment and critique of a new lover. Would he provide a viable excuse and flee? For the millionth time, I wished I could read a gentleman’s thoughts. 

I clenched my eyes, waiting, just waiting and wondering how Blue-Eyes would proceed. Breath, like a summer current, heated the valley between my thigh and the rise of my impatient slit. A kiss so faint I wasn’t sure it had been real was placed just there. The breeze floated over my mound, and another kiss was planted, this one higher up my thigh. Broad hands traced the outside of my thigh, onto my knee, and down my calf. 

An irrepressible sigh escaped my lips, and my jaw loosened. His mouth hovered above my slit, scarcely sampling. The tip of his tongue oscillated, giving tiny swirls on my pearl. Every nerve came alive, buzzing and hyper-focused from this faint interaction. Bewitched, Blue-Eyes had the full attention of my Inner Goddess. The exploration deepened, his tongue warm, wide, and beyond experienced. My hips arched for his oral worship.

Gods of Olympus! He was not just seasoned. Blue-Eyes was a vigilant Maestro conducting my release, critically reading my cries and straining muscles, alert to adjusting tempo, manipulating and shaping his mouth to the sounds of my pleasure, and pacing his gestures to my tune. Crying to the stars, I lay mindless with my arms outstretched, clutching the fitted sheet as an anchor from the orgasmic tentacles licking my thrashing body. All the while, Blue-Eyes remained steadfast, lapping, sucking, and nearly devouring my soul. 

When finally released, a silly, delirious smile flushed my face as I panted, my body limp as it endeavored to regenerate after dissolving over and over so spectacularly. I chuckled faintly at my Inner Goddess’ unwavering reminder that we still had the whole night before us! There were erotic thrills and carnal recreations to be discovered, and she would not be denied her entertainment. Hardly revived, I tilted my chin, searching for and hooking Jack’s eyes for confirmation. In an instant, Jack hovered at my head, eyes alight, his firm lips on mine, expressing more than words ever could. My heart sighed serenely, and my eyes momentarily fluttered shut as I absorbed the sparkling enchantment pulsing around and through me. 

In my misty trance, I sensed fervent hands investigating my body’s trenches and rises, valleys and hills. Nothing desperate; curious, appreciative, with just the right amount of impure desire threaded through each caress. Another set of hands joined the first. Mmmm, I knew those hands intimately. The two sets never stopped stroking or fondling my body in some way. My breasts were cherished, and my nipples doted on to their sublime content. Dulcet kisses traced from my lips to my arching neck, the outline of my collarbone, my left breast, and my lips again. Strong digits massaged down the breadth of one leg, a thumb pausing to knead the arch of my foot ever so briefly before turning their regard to my reposed right leg. The persistent ministrations sheared the last tendril of doubt. Was this what it felt like to be in the luxurious bed of the Goddess Aphrodite? Had the Queen of Sheba been wooed with such hedonistic attentiveness? 

Blue-Eyes moved onto the bed. Pinned between him and the mattress, I undulated in unmitigated need and happiness. I hoped he would interpret my maneuvers as enthusiastic consent. I pressed against him, my lips seeking his embrace. Any doubt I had about his interest turned to ash in the heat of his kisses, by his hands sweeping through to play with my curls, and the stupendous glory I had only shyly glimpsed keening and pressing into my abdomen. Surely, someone who kissed with such ardor could not be faking the attention and merely mustering their way through the affair to save face. 

Blue-Eyes reached for protection, sitting back on his heels. I was already breathless from the exchange, missing the weight of his form on mine. Titling my chin northward, I sought for My Love. Jack had been recording grinning like a fool, and at the interlude, Spider-Man kissed me. My heart absolutely melted at his adoring embrace. Our love certified, I fully submerged myself in the salacious yearning of my Inner Goddess. 

Protection in place, Blue-Eyes prowled, planting kisses here and there. My Inner Goddess was ravenous from the insistent fantasy, from the wooing of my opaline pearl, and the Nordic god poised at my esurient slit. Hoping I did not seem too aggressive, I angled my hips and cavalierly thrust upward as Blue-Eyes impelled downward. It took everything within me not to scream bloody murder and claw his flesh as he impaled my tiny cocoon, driving his licentious girth to the very hilt. Plunged into an all-consuming orgasm, I wrapped my limbs about his illustrious body, bonding to his substance as I lost all sense of time and space. 

For the next 90 minutes, I remained in a state of pure transcendence. Jack alternated between fulfilling my fantasy and joining in and stepping back to witness my obscene demise. I adored the chance to acquaint myself with a new partner, feasting on his tireless brawn, the strapping domination of his glory, and his powerful hips. Bue-Eyes was sensitive to my vibrations, kenning when to escalate his surging bombardment when to decrease, and just how to catch me off guard with a blinding assault that left my thoughts fuzzed, fingers cramped about the rumpled linens, and lungs gasping for a single breath of air. 

Baritone voices floated through my hazy consciousness. Tag in? Did they really just say that? Oh, my! My Inner Goddess blushed her very roots in delight. I felt like a recumbent Queen surrounded by battle-hardened knights focused on my every whim. My heart fluttered at the idea—not merely an idea, a living fantasy! And to think this was how Aphrodite felt every day of her divine life! My Inner Goddess fanned her cherry cheeks.

Blue-eyes sipped his water from the nightstand. I felt ridiculously perverse as Jack ambled up my torso, intimate kisses trailing my body as he installed himself betwixt my spread thighs. My arms were aching to hold him, and I moaned as he enveloped my form, assuaging weight settling down. Jack drove within my cocoon with feral urgency. Just as before, I found myself clinging to the masculine security, blanketing my dissolving spirit.

“Two of them and one of me. Who will tap out first?” My rapacious Inner Goddess mused during a brief lull. 

Our interlude was far from over. I scooted to the edge of the bed and Blue-Eyes stretched his extraordinary form the length of the bed. My Inner Goddess grinned wickedly as she straddled his Adonis Belt, marveling at the size and prominence of his hips and glory despite the burn heating my inner thighs from his width. My lustful groan filled the large room as I lowered myself down every single, GLORIOUS inch, slightly wincing as his bulbous crown nearly breached my inner gate. I exhaled and relaxed even as my Inner Goddess prepared for war. 

Possessed by the culmination of strength and vigor attained from generations of womankind, I rode him with manic ferocity. Grinding and writhing above him until my throat was raw and nectar shimmered over his loins. Later, Jack confessed there had been concern about the new bed breaking. Not that he would have minded in the least, he quickly added. I had forgotten myself and used Blue-Eyes! Embarrassment painted my cheeks. Hastily, I glanced down, searching his eyes for any sign I had majorly screwed up his evening. Blue-Eyes nodded in affirmation. Other than a heaving chest and a crooked grin, I could detect no sign of my selfishness. Alleviated, my heart settled.

Jack took that moment to step onto the bed, hips level with my face. My Inner Goddess quivered, her breath catching as she wet her lip, jaw unlocking as she gazed at the bobbing mammoth waiting for her services. I resumed cantering on Blue-Eyes while cupping Jack’s jewels and swallowing his monolith into the cavern of my throat. Moaning, I labored for their pleasure while perishing in my own. 

Flipped onto all fours, the gentlemen impaled me from both ends. It was everything my Inner Goddess yearned for, perhaps was even made for! Alternating positions, Jack and Blue-Eyes joined forces, plying their extensive talents and wielding their glories to manipulate my limitless orgasms to their highest octave. I was treated to climaxes such as I had never attained. My Inner Goddess was dazed and unable to articulate her wonder!

Spreadeagle on the damp linens, a gentleman knelt on either side of my shoulders. Their swords pierced the air above me. My Inner Goddess would not be immured. Grasping a straining glory in each hand, I poured myself into ravaging one glory and then the second. My Inner Goddess made an approving note of Blue-Eyes’ smooth, velvety, manscaped physique, inciting my further investigation of his hefty jewels. My tongue lolled around the bulbous head on my right, swathing and teasing the frenulum before devouring the veining shaft. My hand stroked and flirted with the granite on my left. Releasing, I mirrored my oral care on the steel on my left. Blue-Eyes buried his fingers in the soft depth of my tousled curls, wrapping the sapphire tendrils in a wicked fist. The affliction heightened my zeal, and I redoubled my efforts, switching between the two blades to my heart’s content as drool dribbled down my chin. 

Jack, insatiable as always, moved between my legs. I cried out in bliss as his girth pervaded deep within my inner sanctum. At the same time, I continued my oral adoration of Blue-Eyes. Provoked to no end by the rousing stimulation, my dam burst for the third time that evening. Hot nectar gushed, splashing up my abdomen and breasts and drowning the sheets beneath us. All from the insidious fury of Jack’s thundering hips and the stiff sword entrenched in my throat. My Inner Goddess was euphoric, her magnificent wings capacious as they bore her to dance amongst the stars in her orgasmic utopia.

The hour grew late, the stars glittering in full preeminence in the cosmos. Panting, the three of us parted, lungs wheezing and our bodies slick with a fine sheen, elucidating our carnal encounter. Rapturous, I rose and slipped into a floor-length cotton gown. A favorite with the black lace cunningly worked over the breasts. Its flowing gray material felt soft and sensual on my weary but elated body. I added a sheer midnight robe of the same measure as an afterthought. No longer in the heat of passion, my skin felt susceptible to the chill night air. 

My glowing heart overflowed with gratitude. Together, we walked Blue-Eyes to the foyer with many thanks and gained a promise he would drive carefully on the dark, winding roads. Before I could click the door behind him, the Moon Goddess caught my eye. She sat resplendent and radiant on her celestial throne, holding court over her heavenly host. With a twinkle in her eye, she winked at me. Ever my guardian, she had witnessed the whole affair and now added her blessing as the final cornerstone of the evening. I blushed in response and dipped my head to her before fastening the entrance and sliding into bed and the arms of my Love. 

Phantom hands were all over my body as I slept on my side, clinging to the full extent of my body pillow. I struggled to awaken but could barely stir through the thick fog of sleep and exhaustion. Insisting hands maneuvered my lethargic thigh, allowing a thick glory to penetrate my slick depth. I cried in want as orgasms greeted the intruder, convulsing around him with each thrust. 

Flipping me onto my abdomen, my zealous Love strove with a brutal assault. Helpless in my debilitating weariness, I surrendered my body and soul into the hands of my Inner Goddess. Gods of Olympus, she was effervescent in the beastly seizure as orgasms threatened to rip us apart. Though I had given my consent for such moonlight pillaging eons before, I sincerely hoped I conveyed my consent, but I doubted it. Except for my deafening cries, I felt trapped in molasses, every movement sluggish and near comatose. Nonetheless, Jack was ever sentient to our tether, and now he was in a savage disposition, leaving no doubt as to his reclaiming. The realization made my orgasms spiral and surge to new heights.  

“So this is what a healthy relationship is all about!” Cooed my Inner Goddess after Jack’s explosive release. “Shared and reclaimed with no resentment, spite, or envy. I could get used to this! 

Drained and depleted to my core, I gave the faintest chuckle. I snuggled into the concave of My Love’s racing chest, his entire body spooning me in dearest affection. My Inner Goddess might be the death of me, not that I minded in the least. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie