Year of the Inner Goddess

August 2024 – Audio Version 

He swept into the room like a commanding summer haboob, hot, intense, and unpredictable, though not entirely unexpected. The Lieutenant’s looming presence filled the large room as his lean, muscular body virtually simmered with summer tide and turbulent cupidity. His intensity was palpable, saturating the air with a pervading carnal tension that was hard to ignore. 

Only moments before, I found myself in a desperate struggle with technology, kneeling on the bed, trying to establish a Bluetooth connection between my mobile device and the speaker on the adjacent nightstand. In their stubbornness, the two gadgets adamantly refused to speak to one another, their haughty noses high in the air, causing me to fuss frantically. My heart pounded in my chest, and I restarted the process time and again, feeling the tension rise with each unsuccessful attempt as my blood pressure crept northward. Then, just as I was about to despair, the devices capitulated, declaring a truce as they connected and permitting the sultry tones to suffuse and float about the expansive boudoir.   

Still crouched on the bed, I could only stare up at the Lieutenant with a mute expression and blink as he stood patiently beside the bed. I felt ruffled and embarrassed, my social discomfort evident in my failure to greet him at the door. The excessive heat of the day left my body feeling as wilted as morning glory. My exasperating Inner Goddess was oddly truant, and I felt a deep loss and urgent yearning for her substantial presence. I hoped my noir negligee would tempt her to return.

Though only midafternoon, the provocative midnight lingerie suggestively clung to the dips and rises of my body while dark lace melted down the decolletage. The hem, should I stand, was scandalously negligible, its lace rustling just below the abundant curve of my derriere. Two revelatory slits graced the front, rising dangerously high up each innocent thigh. The intricate jeweled lotus on my left thigh was no longer a mystery.

Nimbly, thick hands reached under my arms, lifting me to a standing position before him. I could feel the acute heat radiating off his body and through my diaphanous gown. The scent of his cologne, a heady mix of torrid desert, virility, and sandalwood, filled and overwhelmed my senses. My arms encircled his broad chest as he bent his lips to mine for a long, lingering kiss and then a second.

A phantom force struck me from the back and, with a whoosh, possessed me from the tips of my fingers and toes to the top of my diminutive height. My Inner Goddess took unequivocal mastery of my body as if she had never relinquished her post. My Inner Goddess, her wings unfurled and tremulous, was consumed with the anticipation of his next move. 

I felt my arms tighten around the Lieutenant’s torso, and I rose on tiptoe to intensify our embrace as I molded my body to tempt and entice. I vaguely wondered if the blaze emanating from his skin was a contribution from the brutal equatorial sun or his avidity for our afternoon tryst. Either way, my breath came in short gasps. The unknown was thrilling. There I was in his arms, captivated by the curious ambiguity of his next move. 

His lips burned, and his tongue sent fiery tingles sparking through my nervous system, causing my fingers at his back to curl reflexively around the damp navy shirt that screened his body. A moan, unable to escape my lips in the feverish passion of his embrace, settled in my throat, electing to rumple as a faint purr in my throat. A growing firmness pressed between our fused bodies, straining beneath its cotton prison. My Inner Goddess smirked. It seemed the Lieutenant was not the only one ostensibly thrilled to see me. 

Without consent, my giddy kneecaps, in a surprising turn of events, saw fit to abandon their post, and my willowy legs went all unsteady, causing me to sway in the  Lieutenant’s solid arms as if faint. Secretly, I believe my wily Inner Goddess orchestrated the absconding of my kneecaps. I would have reproved her, but like a glittering snowman, I was melting in the Lieutenant’s febrile ethos. 

A baritone chuckle from across the room hooked my attention. I withdrew my face from the Lieutenant, inspecting the damage to my swelling lower lip with the tip of my tongue and locking eyes with the Lieutenant while a wicked grin tugged at the corner of my smile. With her anticipation spiking, my Inner Goddess wriggled in sheer delight at the naughtiness of the impending ménage à trois. She vaguely mused as I rotated out of the stalwart Lieutenant’s arms. Were others partaking in similar salacious acts on their random midweek afternoon? The Lieutenant easily released me, unfastening and stepping out of his clothing as I made my way over the turned-down bed on my knees.

My Love, already divested of his thin summer garb, extended his arms to me as I approached. He stood tall, striking, and confident in himself and our shared tether. His toned muscles stood out, sculpting his body under his bronzed skin. My Inner Goddess blushed as she gawked and furiously fanned herself with a delicate ostrich feather fan at the sight of him. The roguish grin on his face eviscerated any lingering doubt and banished my enervating depression beyond the boundaries of the boudoir. In their place, a carnal need was ignited, catching the dormant embers of my recently recalcitrant desire. 

Jack crushed me to his chest, arms possessively constricting my sylphlike body. The pressure was suffocating, squeezing the wind from my airway.  Lips sealed to his, my nostrils flared, seeking to relieve my panicking lungs. Tsk, oxygen. What a trivial element to maintain when one was bewitched in the euphoric masculine virility of love. 

My knees were parted to form an inverted V for stability in my tall kneeling position on the mattress. It was perhaps not the most feminine posture I could put myself in. Nevertheless, after the abrupt departure of my kneecaps, I was mistrustful of my body and devious Inner Goddess. I trusted my whispering noir negligee would temper my more brazen stance. Ignoring all this, I leaned into Jack’s embrace, endeavoring to meld our souls into one. His claiming incursion further bruised my rosy lips, an element that sent my Inner Goddess spinning in ecstasy like an old-fashioned top. 

At that precise moment, the Lieutenant interjected himself in the most clever and devilish of manners. Simply put, he slid between my parted thighs, tongue outstretched and keening for my moistening slit. I gasped at the heated contact of his broad muscle. Uncoupling from Jack, I glanced between us to the bed below me. Sprawled on his back with the entire lower portion of his face obscured, so buried was it in my apex. I could only glimpse the twinkle of mischief in the Lieutenant’s crystal eyes as he winked up at me. 

I gaped as my Inner Goddess and body succumbed to the Lieutenant’s skillful tongue’s inordinately delightful ministrations. Gods have mercy; I desperately needed the attention of these intrepid gods! While not dispassionate about the rendezvous, the truancy of my Inner Goddess had been most distressing! Like a phoenix, she had arisen, soaring as flames licked up the length of my body. Without hesitation, the discerning Lieutenant’s provoking mouth fueled the fire of my need. 

Unable to resist his expert ministrations, I dropped my forehead onto Jack’s modeled chest, his strong arms wrapped around my body for additional support. My pendulous bosom heaved under the stimulation. I fought to restrain my nails from biting into Jack’s bulging muscles for anchorage. Instead, I clung to his hips with my forearms. My hands balled into fists as my nails embedded themselves into the thin flesh of my palms. Reckless orgasms asserted control of my mind and body as I trembled and cried out. 

Meanwhile, the floodgates of my nectar threatened to splinter and give way as the still-prone Lieutenant managed to slip a dextrous finger to accompany his oral ministrations. I cried out, clenching every muscle in my nearly-losing battle with my floodgates. Break if they must, but certainly not in this disposition. Knowing my body’s immense capability and his rather trapped situation betwixt my thighs, I feared for the Lieutenant’s life! 

How would the gossip column read? 

“Venerated Soldier Drowns on Dry Land?”

“Brave Soldier Takes Ultimate Nap: Decorated Hero Drowns in Bed.”

“Decorated Soldier Drowns in Bed: A Tale of Epic Proportions”

“Unconventional Ending: Decorated Soldier Meets Watery Grave in Bed.”

Merciful heavens! That would never do! Struggling to collect my wits and form meaningful words in the orgasmic haze, I raised my forehead, the entreaty to lie back, shaping on my lips. Luckily, taking note of my shifting form, the Lieutenant withdrew his head from my apex and adjusted to a relaxed seated position behind me. Well, my Inner Goddess was quick to point out that a large portion of the Lieutenant was most exquisitely not relaxed. My breath caught appreciatively at the straining maypole.

A callused finger hooked my chin, directing my attention forward. Mmm, he was far from forgotten. My hands trailed south to Jack’s Adonis belt as I inhaled his passionate kisses. Bowing my head, my lips trailed down, following the path of my fingertips. I breathed in his essence, the hint of woody earth, a touch of Old Spice, and an undertone of untamed danger. My fingers had found their prize by now, curling around the iron with resolute claim. I licked my lips, hovering them a butterfly’s wing away, allowing my breath to tease and tantalize the glistening tip of his ovoid crown. 

Jack angled his hips ever so slightly forward in silent entreaty. I tailored my body into a serviceable position. Namely, bosom down, hips up. Now, both gods had the advantage over me. Jack to operate my head with thick fingers twisted in my sapphire waves as he thrust into the abyss of my throat and the Lieutenant to avail himself of my waggling hips and, thanks to his industrious efforts, my ripe, dripping cocoon.

Neither god required seduction as they overwhelmed my senses, sending my Inner Goddess and me into a euphoric coma of undulating climaxes. Their formidable fingers sunk into my soft flesh as they gripped my body for purchase. Back and forth, in perfect synchronicity, the gods exploited my body, penetrating ever deeper, demanding each orgasm to crest higher than its predecessor. 

From time to time, and for his own protection, I was forced to relinquish my oral hold on Jack’s granite. My forehead rested on his Adonis Belt, one arm wrapped around his braced thigh, the other a locked support beam on the bed for my quivering form. The Lieutenant’s glistening body raged against my own, his distended glory strafing my remote inner gate. My mandible, teeth gritted in concentration, remained locked until the scream of my violent release unhinged my jaw as the issuing sound reverberated throughout the room.

Jack withdrew, though not away. Through squinting eyelashes, I noted his gleeful enthusiasm as he captured my destruction to be relished for all time. Weakly, I made an effort to smile for him, but the Lieutenant seemed to take my distraction as a personal challenge and redoubled his efforts, plowing into my arched hips with renewed fury. Head deeply ensconced into the embrace of the mattress, I knew nothing but the strength of my avaricious climaxes for some time. 

At length, there was a pause, a brief span where sanity was licensed to return to me. I swallowed, my throat rasping sandpaper. I brushed the errant sapphire curls from my damp face. Darn the oppressive summer heat that taxed the poor A/C unit to its limits. Stretching cramped muscles, I could sense a fine sheen coating my body. 

My flushed state had little bearing on the proceedings. Resolute hands once more gripped my hips like handles as granite was forcibly plunged betwixt my curtains. My exuberant Inner Goddess noted the unflagging gods had switched places. Excellent, she cooed as I employed my lips in the worship of the Lieutenant while endeavoring to withstand the volley Jack was executing on my delicate being. 

Outside, pollinators buzzed in search of sweet sustenance, ants scurried about in anxious preparation for a winter that would never come, and the sun scorched all that it touched. Oblivious to all and unaffected by time, we three remained steadfast in our hedonistic pursuit. A fire of resolve burned within us, each determined and unwavering in our efforts to outdo the other. 

For a time, the gods had the upper hand over me—though, to be fair, there were two of them! My screams were a resounding cacophony, blending with the smacks of impacting bodies and indecorous and explicit language that stoked my Inner Goddess into a manic frenzy. At any other moment, such vulgarity would have caused my face to blanch, my eyes growing wide in horrified shock at the explicitness of the words invading my ears. However, while my Inner Goddess may have a healthy Victorian sway, she is a very, very good…bad girl. 

Prone on my back, prim ankles over his shoulders, Jack did his utmost to subvert me. And it was working! My throat, exposed to the suspended fan, warbled my ruination. For the second time that afternoon, the masterful Lieutenant outdid himself! Situating himself to kneel over my face, he rested his covetous length in the valley of my breasts. Clutching each mound, he nestled his gifted glory between my ample mountains and began to swing his hips. Tuning to the new rhythm, Jack kept pace with the Lieutenant as they used my body to entomb their rapacious glories. 

Not to be outstripped, I clenched my abdominal muscles, constricting the glory storming my inner gate. Deep within his chest, I could just make out Jack’s responsive groan: one down, one to go. Concurrently, my tongue flicked over the royal jewels dangling just above the tip of my nose. The jewels jerked slightly but more from surprise. Unflustered by the minimal reaction, I spread my wetted lips to fully take in the royal jewels as my tongue bathed them in attention—groan number two. My Inner Goddess cocked a smug eyebrow. 

Though difficult in the midst of my own oscillating orgasms, I maintained my meticulous industry on both gods. I leveraged my ankles against the broad shoulders for immeasurable penetration while my tongue swirled and my mouth sucked, drawing and pulling down on the jewels of the second god. Only then did I feel the shift in their movements. No longer were hips flying with dizzying precision for my benefit. Oh no! That time had come and gone. My Inner Goddess beamed at the approaching conquest.

Eyes rolled back; the strident movements reached a mad level of nigh hysteria. My Inner Goddess was in a state of unrestrained delirium as orgasmic waves continued to pummel my willowy form. Though it nearly tore me in half, I held steady with my devotion. 

At last, Jack’s pants grew frenzied, and with a baritone outburst of relief, his body seized and convulsed within me. I shuddered uncontrollably as my own echoing dam burst. In three quick backward moves, the Lieutenant transferred his aubergine glory from my valley to bob just outside my lips. I parted them to receive, but the Lieutenant did not lunge into my throat, choosing to stroke with familiar abandon. Understanding his intentions, I held my mouth at the ready. Creamy ropes erupted, coating my cheeks and chin and filling my mouth. 

From their explanations of delight at my messy plight, you would have thought I had done a grand deed or action rather than lie recumbent, a willing and eager vessel. Slightly bewildered and bemused, my Inner Goddess chuckled. The gentlemanly Lieutenant promptly reached for a cloth to dab my face. My ever-naughty Jack reached for his camera. 

Documented and cleaned, we lounged on the bed, merrily munching mini lemon cheesecakes as we caught up on this and that of life. My Inner Goddess came to the firm conclusion that more afternoons should be spent in the fine company of two such exceptional gods. Especially when they were utterly nude and only a fingertip breadth away. 

Like me, you might assume this is the tale’s end. Hardly. Somehow, the Fates always managed to orchestrate herculean companions with seemingly unlimited stamina and vigor for my unbridled rapture. Forthwith, I once more found myself manhandled into various positions, claimed and reclaimed while falling into the vast trough of one orgasm only to promptly ascend the astronomical heights of the following orgasm. 

The gods’ prodigious energy knew no bounds. I became a plaything for them, my mind lost in the moment. However, what truly provoked and aroused my Inner Goddess this second round was something entirely unforeseen.  

A sloping cello chaise in opulent gray had been situated in the middle of the room for our use prior to the Lieutenant’s arrival. It had patiently remained unemployed. I found myself beneath Jack, ankles appropriately resting on his shoulders as our bodies rollicked from his riotous bombardment. The Lieutenant stepped off the bed, choosing to sit on the high rise of the cello chaise a few feet from the foot of the bed. 

Soundlessly, he sat there, stroking his colossus, watching us. The enterprise was neither lewd nor undertaken in a creepy, discomforting manner. The Lieutenant remained motionless, eyes roving my body as his hand stroked faster and faster, then slow and resolute. I am unsure how to describe the complex feelings that stirred through me like a fast-spreading wildfire. 

I was being watched. I was on display—an object of contemplated lust. Imperceptibly, I could feel the Lieutenant’s curious eyes tracing the curves and outlines of my tense body. When his eyes lingered, my Inner Goddess wondered what had captured his gaze. What did he want to see done to me? Did he like what he saw? The blur of his right hand reassured me.

I felt like a masterful piece of artwork, a regal queen in front of her impressive court and an impish vixon with her stable resignedly awaiting her beckoning. My Inner Goddess bit her knuckle in irrational arousal as my eyes rolled backward under the obliterating power of my mushrooming orgasm. Jack rotated me onto all fours and then flat on my abdomen, my right knee cocked northward to my elbow. And still, the Lieutenant feasted his eyes. 

Three times, he rose and drew near enough for my tongue to swirl his rotund head before withdrawing to regard my demise. On the last time, the Lieutenant lingered. The crown of his glory swelled as his climax neared. 

Through half-closed lashes, I was, after all, barely surviving my climaxes. I spied the first dew from his narrow slit before he released his essence to coat my face in a creamy veneer for a second time. Plunging and thrusting with ragged breath, Jack quickly followed suit, and soon, the three of us collapsed, panting and gasping for dear life on the rumpled bedding. To say my Inner Goddess was triumphant is an understatement. 

Now, I presumed that my formerly absent Inner Goddess would be sated after two such rousing ventures, at least for a few hours. Ha! As the Lieutenant stepped into the shower, I found myself pointing my thin vibrator just to the left of my wanton pearl. On his return with three fresh glasses of water in hand, Jack discovered me, face flushed pink, eyes closed, breath rising and falling in an escalating tempo, sapphire curls spread like a tousled crown about my head, and muscles growing taut beneath my porcelain skin lost in concentration. 

Without hesitation, he pounced on my left breast, fondling it with keen affection. I moaned, long and slow, as I increased the speed to level two. About that time, the Lieutenant returned from his shower. Unbidden, he reinstated himself on the bed, doting fervently on the lonely right breast. 

I sensed a growing damp stickiness between my thighs. With two such zealous gods, one suckling and fondling each breast and my toy turned to its highest level. My body exploded with unparalleled severity. My body bucked and shook until every climatic drop had been turbulently wrung from my petite frame!

What in the name of Zeus was that?! Though not entirely visibly, my body continued to quiver as my breath gradually returned to normal, and I wondered if my legs would ever be capable of supporting my weight. Perhaps it was best to wait a while, immobile on the mussed linens. Thankfully, the gods seemed to have a similar unspoken agreement.

When the summer sun began to wane, the gentleman dressed. My impossible Inner Goddess pouted slightly as the chance for a third row grew increasingly less likely. With an eye roll in her direction, I searched about for my missing negligee. Unable to pinpoint when it had been removed and subsequently tossed aside, I was forced to search about the room for several moments before locating it crumpled under a discarded pillow. I shook it out before slipping the soft cotton over my body. 

Standing before the suitably dressed Lieutenant, bidding him farewell, my cheeks were a tint pinker than usual. The heat of our exchange had ebbed, and yet, thanks to my unruly Inner Goddess, the memories of what was done in, through, and on my body washed over me. The seclusion of the bedroom was one thing, but in the bold light of the afternoon sun was quite another!! Placid but smiling, the superb Lieutenant encased me in a cradling hug, extended a firm handshake to Jake, and jauntily disappeared behind the oaken door into the smoldering daylight. 

Wrapping herself in a cream-colored tulle robe that fell to tease the tips of her cerise pink toes, my bubbly Inner Goddess basked in the afterglow of her recent deeds. She tilted her prim nose in my direction. The glint in her eyes made me nervous; it was cunning and devious. My Inner Goddess gave me a hint. I had been self-conscious in front of the tenacious Lieutenant upright in the brilliant sunlight, and I had a feeling she would not let me live that down. I could see her cunning wheels turning as she tried to devise how to maneuver our next dalliance on the broad expanse of the new couch in the vast space of the open-concept living room. 

I shuffled my feet nervously as I tried to decipher how to facilitate the three of us in the new locale. My mind instantly began to overthink and generate a myriad of potential downsides while a much smaller list of upsides was formulated. Besides, what about the cat?

“Tut, tut, darling,” my Inner Goddess cooed, “leave it to Jack. You know he adores orchestrating these liaisons.”

I sighed in resignation, knowing she spoke the truth. Jack had successfully masterminded and choreographed multiple adventures in our year together. Each successive interlude built on the previous and added to my salacious journal of adventures. Stepping into the shower, I let the cooling water wash over my tender body and smiled at the libertine memories. 

My Inner Goddess did not reveal she was subversively plotting just how to communicate her needs and wishes to Jack, but that could wait. For now, her attention was diverted to the present and the silken rivulets of water coursing down my body. Perfectly manicured fingers with strawberry pink nails traced the racing streamlets lower and lower down my body. 

An oval nail accidentally flicked over my responsive pearl. Intrigued by the sensation, I acknowledged my reviving jewel. A second curious finger joined the experimental first, slightly parting my curtains. A gliding river from the cascading showerhead coursed over my treasure, creating a mesmerizing dance of burbling and swirling water on the pulsing pearl. I leaned into my palm, resting on the cool subway tile of the bath, careful not to divert the river. My Inner Goddess gave a contented moan as I immersed myself, soaking in the delicious solitary experience. 

To the dismay of my grumbling stomach, dinner would have to take a backseat for a wee bit longer. My Inner Goddess was drunk, reveling in the empowerment surging through my veins and unwilling to relinquish control just yet. Knowing it was a losing battle, I surrendered to her obstinant spirit. Sometimes, it was best to let my Inner Goddess have her moment and do as she wished.

Until next time, XO. Elsie