June 2024 – Audio Version
Rock, rock, rock…the boat soothed my soul as the evening wind laughingly tickled loose strands of my sapphire hair from my haphazard ponytail. Sprawled on the lounge chair, I closed my eyes, tuning my heart to the melody of the surrounding nature as it saluted the waning golden sun and greeted the cresting silvery moon. Between the celestial beings, the passive boat continued its languid journey about the serene lake, content in its cradle-like rocking as the amethyst sky metamorphosized into twilight dusk.
“You know,” Jack’s voice broke through my reverie.
“Hmm?” I murmured. Enjoying my peace, I peeked at him through a thin slit of a single eye. Jack sat relaxed in his captain’s chair, legs outstretched and barefoot, a drink in one hand, the other draped lazily over the boat’s helm. He radiated with the faint glow of sublime bliss. The water was indeed his happy place.
“I’m either going to take you here on the boat or as soon as we get back to my place,” The words were spoken casually. I might have thought he was teasing, but for the dominance threaded in his factual tone. I closed my eyes, assuming a blasé demeanor. My Inner Goddess smirked at my response.
“Well,” I drawled. “I didn’t wear this particular bikini for the Moon Goddess.”
The silky garment concealing my breasts and my delicate, consisting of a swirling pattern of muted tangerine, creams, and flushing rose, was a masterpiece of Italian manufacturing. Its diaphanous design, which was not intended for swimming but lounging, was the epitome of elegance and the perfect choice for an evening cruise.
“If I navigate us into the channel, we can drift without needing to drop the anchor,” Jack proposed, his voice filled with whetted anticipation.
With a mischievous grin, the Captain deftly piloted the vessel to port. I, on the other hand, remained comfortably motionless in my chair. Though hidden in the growing darkness, a smirk playing on my lips as my Inner Goddess reveled in her victory. Jack had thrown the ball into my court, and I had deftly returned it to him. The sound of the waves was accompanied by a subtle increase in the motor’s hum, a detail that brought a smile to my face. Though I appeared serene inwardly, my Inner Goddess was a whirlwind of excitement, preparing for what would come.
Eventually, the motor eased, and the boat began to slow and finally stop. Around us, the tranquil hills rose in majestic grandeur, their beauty a balm to the soul, while a gentle breeze pirouetted between the valleys, sloping down to the water’s lapping edge. Flecking the hillsides, lights flickered like unassuming lighting bugs, adding a touch of enchantment to the scene. Above, the Moon Goddess and her court winked through a gossamer haze of Cirrostratus clouds. Below, the inky lake stilled, glass-like, until it reflected the cosmic queen above.
Only after noting all this did I rise and straddle the mighty Captain as he sat at his august helm. I closed my eyes, encasing him in the depth of my embrace as my limbs wrapped around his body. In the starlight with his aristocratic nose buried in my bosom, his inhalation of my very essence stole my breath and made my heart skip several beats as we bonded. Jack loved me, and every fiber of his body promised to do so until the end of his days. Speechless, I tilted his chin, lifting his face to my own. There was nothing I could do but kiss his lips with all the love and adoration my heart could contain, hoping his heart could interpret my soul in the midst of our embrace. Blanketed in the soft darkness, the Moon Goddess and her angelic host were the only witnesses to our soul’s earnest union, their celestial light casting a fairy-tale glow on our love.
Jack’s tracing hands paused their wandering exploration as they reached the unusual latch of my bandeau. Twisting my arms behind me, my fingers inched up my back to aid in my deliverance. Damn, he was good! Jack managed to unclasp the Italian engineering in a single flick. I stared at him in slackjawed shock as he guided the straps down my arms and apathetically tossed it onto the adjacent seat. My Inner Goddess was gleeful as the mischievous breeze danced and titillated my nipples with its brisk touch. Rising, we discarded our bottoms before resuming our seats, me in his lap, legs about his hips only this time, I cautiously impaled myself down his throbbing staff.
Overwhelmed by his fullness and keenly aware of my vulnerability to nature, I shyly nestled my face in the curvature of his neck. Jack curled around me, our heads resting against each other, his breath heavy on the nape of my hair. I wondered if the stray curls tickled his nose, but Jack did not pull away. He just inhaled my spirit as if we were the last beings on earth. We remained motionless, captivated by the magic flickering around us.
Standing in the grandeur of the Moon Goddess’ throne room, its walls adorned with celestial tapestries and its floor paved with shimmering stardust, Father Time, an illimitable entity, halted in his tireless trek to observe the sacred moment for the briefest of junctures. Existing from before man’s chest rose to take his first breath, Father Time had witnessed every love story man and beast countenanced, the great and the tragic.
Yet they never failed to stir his fatherly heart. The human life was so short, so fragile, he thought, a stark contrast to his own eternal existence. Father Time paused, his delay stretching into a moment of profound significance…the only gift he could offer in such a cruel world. Sensing the immortal spectators and perhaps our own mortality, I protectively pulled Jack deeper into my embrace, grateful for Time’s boon, cherishing the stolen seconds.
At last, bowing his regal head to the Moon Goddess and her attendance, Time gave a tender smile toward our little boat as it drifted anchorless on the black satin lake. As he gathered his hourglass, the weight of his departure hung in the air, a testament to the profoundness of his visit. With sure steps, he strode to walk the glittering cosmos, perhaps searching for a companion love story to bless, leaving us with the lingering warmth of his presence.
As if awakened from a dream, my Inner Goddess stretched her wings, taking pleasure in the chilling night air. Slightly piqued by the drawn-out sentimentality, my Inner Goddess nudged my attention. A Captain was waiting for us. Initiating, my Inner Goddess contracted and weakened my cocoon around the monolith entombed within me. We repeated the process – a tight ring massaging the ever-responsive glory. Still mounted in his lap, seeking leverage, I balanced my tiptoes on the deck before lifting my hips every so slightly and then sinking into Jack’s lap. His growl rumbled over the curve of my neck. I repeated the technique of rising and descending, galvanized by my growing need. Beginning slowly but decisively, I seduced the Captain.
Jack’s broad hands under my arms supported my valiant efforts until I was madly and a bit heedlessly plunging up and down with great speed. Barely aware of the shift, Jack’s arms encompassed me, wrapping like pronounced vines, trapping my upper and lower back. With the sure footing of a seasoned commander, Jack stood with me in his arms, never breaking our contact. My graceful legs instinctively intertwined, ankles locking together behind his waist as I clung to his neck, feeling weightless in his arms.
Standing in the middle of the boat with steady feet, Jack thrust with an enviable vengeance as my physical form hung, swinging into his pistoning body. I nearly commented on his adroit showmanship for the regal Moon Goddess for the briefest of logical moments. Nonetheless, the burgeoning orgasms and the screams ripping from my throat were the only things to warble across the idyllic water.
Two steps forward, Jack was gingerly placing me on the boat sofa I had vacated only a short while before. My exasperated lungs expanded and contracted, desperate to refill, my body grateful for the chance to recuperate. My respite was brief as my merciless Captain repositioned himself with one knee bent on the cushion; the other extended long, foot flat on the deck. I wriggled, adjusting myself for maximum impact as I bit my bottom lip, primed for the blinding assault.
Gods of heavens! I writhed, my fingers clawing blindly for any manner of purchase that would not damage Jack’s bronzed skin, my determination to endure the onslaught unwavering as familiar and alien sensations inundated me. Wave after wave of mind-numbing orgasms washed through me, governing my entire being. Utterly unadorned and susceptible to the elements, I felt powerless and vulnerable, at the pure mercy of nature and the whims of my Captain.
Unsated, Jack had far more in mind for my quivering body. In a single fluid movement, Jack lifted me upright and forced me prostate over the rectagenal engine block at the stern of the boat, legs spread wide. My Inner Goddess crowed at my renewed defenseless position. I curled my fingers around the wood’s edge to steady myself, eyes blinking as I gazed across the placid lake before me. There was not a single boat flickering across the vast expanse, and something about the loneliness of the water thrilled my heart. We were the only humans on earth.
My musing was short-lived. Jack held me in place with one hand on my lower back, the other guiding his glistening glory within my pining sheath. Jack began experimenting in our new position, only there was very little appraisal. Although the thought of a petite woman bent over their design was probably the last thing on their mind, I mutely thanked the oblivious engineers and their brilliant design. The engine block was my exact height, ideally situated for my comfort as I bore Jack’s devastation from his forthright onslaught at a precise 90-degree angle.
Incited by our rather risky yet barren surroundings, Jack placed his left knee on the padded box top I was bent over, his right foot balanced on the seat cushion on my right. The orientation of this almost crab-like position allowed Jack to swing his hips and thrust his pulsing glory with provoking precision. The effect on my willing form was instantaneous, and I screamed with pure abandon. Pleased with my unabashed reaction and the audacious orgasms he was spawning, Jack drove his unforgiving granite with such precise force that my insides felt recklessly rearranged.
The cries of my jubilant release raced and skipped over the water’s surface, heedless of the gods above and below. No mortal could overhear our ardor for thousands of feet in any direction. The realization electrified my Inner Goddess, and her wings outstretched in triumph as a burst of elation shot through me like Summer Lightning.
In a hydrous offering to the peering deities, my nectar burst like the sweet juice of harvested fruit. I screamed, groaning as my internal ocean swelled like a terrible tsunami. With nowhere left to go, hot fluid gushed past the ramming glory and ran down my thighs, glazing them as trickling rivulets raced each other over my ankles and pooled at my toes. Accepting the gift on behalf of the gods, the wind’s tendrils cooled my tribute, sending shivers prickling across my tanned skin. The Captain was undeterred by this unexpected event, but my Inner Goddess caught his resonating growl of satisfaction.
Jack was flat-footed between my spread legs, his unflagging bombardment consuming every neuron and fiber of my slight frame. Determined hands gripped my hourglass waist. The security was not cruel or biting but simply kept me firmly anchored in the rousing fury and ambling rocking of the boat. At my perfect 90-degree angle, I gasped for breath and strained to maintain my composure while climactic wave after unending wave swelled and broke within. My Inner Goddess soared above me on her feather wings while I was left clinging to the overlapping lid of the container with my white fingertips. I felt magnificent and powerful; my Inner Goddess ascended into the twinkling heavens, rejuvenated even as my rigid body waned. Jubulaint and simultaneously dissolving at the voracious Captain’s hands, I never wanted the evening to end.
Such a thunderous performance could leave no souls behind. Frothing and undulating, the cresting, accumulating energy engulfed and threatened to drown us beneath its torrential surge. Jack’s body pounded against my thighs and exposed my buttocks until they blossomed with a faint crimson. The sound of his volley reverberated over the reflective ebony water. My Inner Goddess wondered if the fishermen on the distant banks were cognizant of our salacious affair, and a devilish twinkle flashed in her eyes. Meanwhile, my every thought was held captive, conscious of his lusty crown bursting through my inner gate. My sweet deluge recommenced, splashing and soaking the deck in a discharge of orgasmic relief.
United under the blessing of the Moon Goddess, the romping wind’s favor, and the swaying water’s benediction, we came with sheer abandonment. I screamed as Jack roared with the might of our culminating tension. Our eyes popped at our straining efforts, while fingers bit into raw flesh, and taut muscles bulged under our skin as vital oxygen fled our bodies at the prolific twin detonation. Jack’s hips gave a final galvanizing impulsion, his impetus crown pulsating and flaring as he emptied the last of himself within my sanctuary.
Jack’s hands lingered, and gentle kisses dotted the ladder of my spine before he stepped away and collapsed in his chair at the helm. I shuddered as my orgasm atrophied, waned, and ebbed away for the final time. My head felt heavy, and my arms weak. Releasing everything down atop the cushioned box, I gave a weary but smug smile. My Inner Goddess returned from her lofty flight, reuniting with my body and lounging on her settee with a contented sigh—gods, what a night!
When I was at last satisfied that my quivering legs could bear my weight, I rose, the effort of it all evident in the shaky way I combed my fingers through the tangled mess of sapphire curls. With a disconcerted look, I surveyed the aftermath of my deluge, iridescent in the starlight coating the deck at my feet. Fortunately, the deck was covered in some type of protective vinyl flooring. This had prevented Jack from slipping on the splashing fluid but left a rather impressive-looking disaster behind.
The Captain roused himself, his commanding presence breathing life into his sapped body, woke the engine, and guided our drifting vessel back into the safety of deep waters with a steady hand. As he did so, I crossed the boat’s length, conscripting several water jugs from the bow. Returning to the stern, I uncapped the top, upending each one to gush, jetting down my throat, over the mountains of my ample breasts, and down my abdomen and capacious hips. Several currents culminated their journeys down my navel and chose to drip, drip, drip from my apex. Other streams, opting for the scenic route, cascaded down my inner thighs, erasing all traces of my pleasure to merge with the cooling nectar and, at last, cleanse the deck.
I slipped into my swimwear once more, loosely draping a cotton towel around my waist. As we glided through the open water, the evening air gave a gentle caress over and around the curves of my damp skin. Its invisible threads whispered mysteries only we could hear as it covertly lifted the secrets of our carnal evening from my skin to carry the wanton details to the ends of the earth, tantalizing the tittering Amazonian Tamarins and wheedling the austere Saharan Mountains. Glowing in my blissful euphoria, my legs gave way, and I sank into my accustomed seat port of the helm. I stole a glance at the Captain, my Captain. He met my gaze, and we both, like conspirators, broke into silly grins.
Until next time, XO. Elsie
Year of the Inner Goddess 