Year of the Inner Goddess

November 2024 – Audio Version

The Warrior had been sweet, his words dripping with warm honey as he respectfully requested a private audience at my convenience. My Inner Goddess could barely contain her delight, her excitement bubbling up at the unexpected turn of events. Over the Fall, my expectations had remained low—and as expected, it had been an unassuming autumn with few affairs and even fewer requests. On this particular day, my mind, still casual and untouched by expectation, had been harboring a justified streak of pessimism.

That is until I exited the great room.

There, leaning casually against the hallway wall, stood the Warrior. His presence was effortless, one shoulder resting nonchalantly against the wall, colors flashing on the large screen across the room. He turned to me as I approached. 

With a quiet intensity in his eyes, he requested to make good on his request, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken promises. Eager, yet with his usual courtesy, the Warrior slipped his hands around my waist. My Inner Goddess couldn’t help but squeal in delight as I rose on tiptoe to kiss his warm, inviting lips, pressing my body fully against his broad, stalwart form. My Inner Goddess acquiesced, with happy alacrity, as we slipped into an abandoned bower.

He pulled me closer, deepening our embrace. We lingered there for a timeless moment. His kisses were gentle yet hungry, each one exploring with neither rush nor hesitation. It was an intoxicating dance, simple yet profound, and I could not help but marvel at how this often-overlooked act—kissing—held such quiet wonder. When given the space to simply exist, unhurried and uninterrupted, it became something extraordinary. 

After some time, the Warrior gently released me, and I nimbly spread a waterproof towel over the surface of the bed. I had no doubt about the Warrior’s ambidextrous skill. Internally, I deeply regretted my decision to indulge a bit too much at lunch, completely unprepared for an afternoon delight. My stomach voiced its rebellion with undeniable fervor, yet my Inner Goddess—cheeky and undeterred—waved off the discomfort with a regal flourish of her hand. Ever the hedonist, she was resolute in savoring the moment, ignoring my body’s less-than-enthusiastic protests.

Settling on my back, the great Warrior knelt on the shaggy carpet, that extended from beneath the raised pallet. Every instinct urged me to press my knees and ankles together, to speak words of dissuasion, to protest the eminent ministrations. But my Inner Goddess held the words captive in my throat, my lips sealed by her resolute command. Emboldened and empowered, she basked in the honor of his request on this fair afternoon. She was determined to indulge in every fleeting second, to savor each offering the Warrior so generously bestowed.

My words of discouragement evaporated on my tongue as the Warrior placed a gentle kiss on my inner thigh. The protest dissolved into a ragged moan, shivers rippling over my skin like whispered promises. Each deliberate caress dissolved me further, my earlier objections slipping into oblivion, swallowed whole by the decadent crescendo building at my apex.

The gracious Warrior moved with hurried purpose, his kisses deliberate as he traced me with the faintest flick of his broad tongue, each touch coaxing and teasing as if unraveling the edges of my very being. When he finally deepened his strokes, they were slow, languid, and reverent, as though I were the richest dessert, a confection crafted for royalty.

The experience was nothing short of exquisite—elegant, refined, indulgent. Every touch unfolded me like a treasure meant to be savored, not rushed. My body arched instinctively, a silent plea for more—faster, deeper—but he held back, prolonging the exquisite tension. Each passing second tightened the coil of anticipation, his restraint a masterful game, knowing all too well the ecstasy that awaited in that final, inevitable release.

Gods of Olympus, he was a revelation. His tongue, lips, and fingers moved with a precision that defied reason, making micro-adjustments before my body even knew to ask for them. I melted beneath his touch, dissolving like spun sugar in the heat of his attention, only to shatter spectacularly when twin fingers slipped inside. Each stroke teased and coaxed my inner jewel with an expertise that bordered on sorcery.

How could he read my body with such devastating accuracy? How could he keep me perpetually perched on the edge of oblivion, dismantling me with such ease? These questions spun wildly in my mind, unanswered and unimportant, as I whispered my gratitude to the heavens for this sacred desecration.

With my legs trembling, my heart racing like a thoroughbred in the final stretch, and my mind dancing on the edge of oblivion, the Warrior positioned himself at my side. One powerful thigh pressed resolutely against my shoulder and forearm, a silent promise of strength and reassurance. His fingers, steady and skilled, traced soothing circles on my ripened inner jewel. Each movement fueled a spark that both soothed and set me ablaze.

Subconsciously, I wrapped my arms around his leg, seeking support – a lifeline as orgasmic waves rocked me to my core. Spasm after spasm coursed through me until my nectar flowed freely and uninhibited, soaking his arms and the waterproof blanket beneath me. 

The great Warrior bent his head, his fingers still working their magic, a blur as he teased my mind into a trance. Imagine my Inner Goddess’ surprise when he took my wanton pearl into his mouth, and in that instant, the world around me splintered. Orgasms surged like a tidal wave, escalating with such intensity that it sent me spiraling to dizzying heights until nothing existed but the ecstasy of the moment, and I teetered on the brink of madness. My Inner Goddess wanted to scream her triumph from the tallest tower, but I bit down on my knuckle, desperately attempting to contain the overwhelming sensations the cries ripping from my throat sang in rhythm with my splintering soul. 

The Warrior repeated the sequence. His fingers demanded my nectar from a trickle to a river, then ducked his head to adore my pearl with his wily tongue. I struggled to continue my offering of my own worship, my fist tight around the base of his monolith standing at stark attention above my shoulder. My throat opened to his expanse, willing his pleasure with every bob of my head, yet I found my mission dreadfully impossible. The Warrior was wickedly persistent, my orgasms dominating my mind, body, and soul. 

I felt the cool dampness creeping up my lower back, a salacious testament to my surrender, pooling beneath me. Yet the Warrior was not satisfied until my legs quivered, and my Inner Goddess dissolved into a dreamy haze. My breath came in ragged gasps as I lay open and vulnerable, utterly undone, bathed in the soft embrace of afternoon light filtering through the shaded window. My Inner Goddess pulsed with vibrant life, giddy with triumph, aching to leap up and dance, yet unsure my legs would bear the weight of such movement in that fragile moment.

But then…the Warrior prowled onto the pallet, his gaze a storm of intent as he moved up the length of my body. My giddiness spiraled higher, electric and uncontained. I opened my arms to welcome him. When he breached my threshold, fireworks ignited within my Inner Goddess. Each spark a burst of light and life. His glory, was deft and unyielding, stretching and expanding until I molded around him. I wrapped my arms about his broad chest, feet planted firmly, hips rising instinctively to meet his battering rhythm. Each shuddering wave of his movement seemed to undo the chains of my past, and with each release, I glimpsed a fleeting path—a way to reclaim all of who I was, whole and free.

Our rhythm sent the bed swaying, trembling against the floor, but my Inner Goddess paid no heed to the bedframe’s protests. She was utterly captivated—spellbound by the seductive tenderness and smoldering fire in every deliberate motion. Each touch, each thrust, was a symphony of focus and desire, lifting her higher with whispered promises of liberation. Soft cries spilled from my lips, wrapping us both in the sweet, heady intoxication of surrender.

Gods of Olympus, these past three years have been a gift beyond imagining. I was truly blessed with incomparable lovers—skilled, unselfish, and wholly devoted to uncovering my deepest revelations. Their hips thundered, their growls reverberating through me, leaving my soul molten and tender. It was wild to consider how something so breathtaking, so exquisite, could ever be deemed wicked or evil. The contrast between its beauty and the judgment it often faced felt almost absurd, as if the very thing that stirred the deepest parts of me could be misunderstood in such a way. A fleeting thought lingered—are religious leaders burdened with listless companions, or have I been touched by the Fates in ways that most could only dream of?

As if answering my unspoken thoughts, the Warrior’s impervious hands gripped my wide hips, his rumbling growl inducing me to shift, bend, and take my position on all fours.

“Grab a pillow and put it underneath your hips,” the stalwart Warrior commanded. 

I obeyed, my Inner Goddess squealing with delight, glowing from within. She couldn’t help but wonder if the astute Warrior knew that this was one of my favorite positions. The addition of the pillow under my hips only heightened the experience, and as he moved, shifting me in ways that unraveled my very core, I could barely hold on to myself.

And so it was—my hips propped upward, pressed into the warm comforter, hands clenched in tight anticipation. With all the fervor of my Inner Goddess, I leaned back into the Warrior’s relentless assault. Oh, the ecstasy of blinding fireworks, raging and bursting with such intensity, met with an explosive cry of rapture, only partially muffled by the crumpled coverlet.

Time stretched, holding Olympus in suspended animation. Minute after minute, we soared higher into our ecstasy until it gently softened into stillness. The rush faded, and we lay there, spent, our breaths heavy, the quiet settling around us like a familiar embrace. I was a glistening mess, grinning like a fool, my mind marveling at the incredible beauty of the world while my heart swelled with deep, overflowing gratitude. 

Struggling to find the words to capture the depth of my sublime contentment, I lingered on the coverlet, waiting for strength to return to my legs and my pulse to steady as the Warrior rose and redressed. One last kiss, filled with unspoken respect, and I slipped back into my own garments. As I exited the room, my heart light and my steps steady, a deep, unspeakable joy swelled within me—a quiet marvel at the mere gift of being alive, utterly enchanted by the wonder of it all.

As we returned to the divine gathering, my mind spun with disbelief. If someone had told me three, maybe four years ago, that my life would be so rich and full, I might have laughed. I had shrugged off the well-meaning predictions of my optimistic supporters, who swore the stars had something better in store for me. I shook my head, thinking the Fates and the Stars had a curious way of weaving the threads of life. 

Setting aside cosmic musings and brimming with unrestrained exuberance, I mingled with the celestials.  My parched throat yearned for refreshment, and I could not resist the temptation to steal a kiss from my Beloved. Meanwhile, my Inner Goddess, empowered, was on a mission—to shyly flirt with the beguiling goddesses of Olympus.

Until next time, XO, Elsie