November 2023 – Audio Version

You are faced with an A or B option. Which do you choose? I provide you with no hint or context to aid in your decision. Okay, well, there is a little context. We are engaged in a light makeout session on my bed. Also, I am nude and sitting astride your naked body as it reclines against my pillows, with your head lightly resting on the midnight headboard. I tilt my head expectantly, waiting for your election.

An eyebrow cocks in curiosity as you chuckle, “What do you mean A or B?” 

“You have two options,” I say, my tone indicating that the situation before you is really quite simple. “Choose option A or B.”

Again, I offer no further details. You look thoughtful as you consider my words, unsure of what I have in mind. I can see the wheels turning in your mind as you ponder. You know my untimely intimate inconvenience bars you from our familiar enjoyment. 

“What happens if I choose incorrectly?” You query thoughtfully. You are taking this far more seriously than I anticipated.

“Oh, both options are happening! You just get to decide which one happens first!” I wink at my Inner Goddess.

I am rather pleased with the idea and choice of options. Internally, my Inner Goddess is biting her lip and dancing back and forth from foot to foot in eager anticipation. No matter which recourse you choose, I manage to come out the victor. My Inner Goddess and I are smirking at each other as we await your answer. 

“Well, I guess then, A.” The small dimple in your left cheek deepens.

“A” would have been my first choice, too. I am tickled, and my face is glowing with impish determination. In what I hope is a seductive manner, I commence slowly slinking down your abdomen to the waiting girth resting between your legs. I notice you are not entirely erect…just yet. This is most unlike you, but the sight actually warms my heart. Just for tonight, our accustomed pleasure is suspended. My mind takes a slight rabbit trail, noting this detail. Not once in the past few months have you pressured me during my intimate inconvenience nor made me feel less than or impure. Ever the gentleman, you always hold my comfort in the forefront of your mind. Postulating this was the reason for your delayed decision tonight leads me to trust the depth of your care and concern. I lament my intimate inconvenience, but my insatiable Inner Goddess is not to be thwarted, and she will have you tonight, one way or another. 

My sexy, meandering intentions soon become quite clear as I spread your legs and position myself between them. The corner of my lip quirks upward as I slip a noir elastic band from my wrist and set about securing my sapphire curls up and away from my face and neck. I bend my lips to your loins. A wily twinkle lights my cheeks as I catch your face grinning down at me over your hard six-pack. Your swelling glory is standing at attention between us, stiff and straight like a flagpole, eager to prove his fervent readiness.

My mouth is watering in anticipation and yearning. My Inner Goddess is panting and ruffling her wings in genuine rapture. My eyes focus on the bobbing tip of your glory. I bow my head and curve over your hips, my back a perfect crescent. I consciously relax, widen the muscles of my throat, and inhale through my nose. I’m feeling roguish, but I am far from cruel and will not keep your need waiting. My sultry, wet tongue is licking up the underside of your head, lips just brushing your tender tip. I hear you gasp. Oh, baby, you haven’t felt a thing yet! 

My petite fingers wrap as far around the base of your girth as possible, firmly but gently gripping. I lick the underside of your now glistening tip, but this time, I wrap my tongue over the tip, working it in a clockwise movement to gather each drop of your dripping precum. Your sharp inhale lets me know I am on the right track. I repeat the motion but work my tongue a little lower, covering a bit more of your prestigious glory. My mouth is hovering over your bulbous cap, sending my breath dancing and teasing down your length, my wafting exhalation warming and electrifying your exposed flesh. Your chest is rising and falling in rapid succession. I see your fingers are gripping the slate sheets through my lashes. Time to work my feminine wiles!

Poised directly over you, I part my lips, flatten my tongue, and seal my lips around your breadth as I slide my mouth down with careful but wanton consideration. I am divining your sweet honey, coating the extent of my tongue the deeper I take you. I unfurl the fingers clasped about your foundation, allowing my full devourment of your body. My Inner Goddess is thoroughly enjoying herself and the gradual beguilement of your core. Ever so slowly, I withdraw upwards, causing my lips to pout around your bulk. Your darkening glory is twitching in response. Do not worry; this is just the beginning!

Still enclosed within my mouth, my tongue flirts, samples, and courts as my lips hold fast around you. I bob my head up and down, almost imperceptibly increasing my speed. My fingers are once more curled around your base, but rather than merely anchoring, my entire hand is sliding, rising, and falling in harmony with my lips. I hope it feels like one giant Fleshlight, only…slightly superior. Drool is running, flowing over my fingers and to your loins. I wonder if this is a turn-off for you…my Inner Goddess snaps me back to attention. 

I airily moan, quite enjoying myself. My Inner Goddess is shivering in happiness at the faint noises we hear issuing from your clenched jaw. I am taking turns firming and slackening the pressure on your glory, experimenting with my techniques as I learn your likes and your LIKES. Hmmm, I could keep going for a while!

My left hand is just as involved as its sister’s. Tucked under your right hip, it is almost pulling your entire hip to meet my oral embrace. My hand is transitioning to cup, grope, and respectfully tug your hefty jewels. My thumb is getting distracted from the overall fondling and slowly caressing the small, soft place on your left royal orb. I ordinarily find this favorite spot when I’m half curled over your body, head resting heavily over your heart while my fingers absentmindedly explore and stroke your body. 

My Inner Goddess gives me a nasty flick, jarring my consciousness back to the matter at hand. I realize that while my tongue is flicking and kneading your glory, my head has ground to a halt. Oops! I cannot be faulted for enjoying even the littlest parts of your body! A bit chagrined, I work back to an intense speed, earnest and devoted once more, wondering if my detour of your jewels had lessened your experience. My Inner Goddess doubts it. Glancing between jounces, I perceive your eyes clenched in concentration, your body rigid and quivering ever so slightly. This is a good sign, and I redouble my endeavors as the finest six words issue from your lips with tremendous effort.

“You’re going to make me cum!”

Yes, yes, I am! Both hands are now wrapped around your aubergine glory, ebbing and flowing passionately over every inch. I arrange my extended tongue directly in the line of fire. My Inner Goddess wishes to take you into the sheath of my throat. Nonetheless, I worry about changing tactics and ruining your release. I persevere with the current plan. My eyes are riveted to your crown, utterly fascinated and stunned as you swell. Your head seems to double in size and shape. My outstretched tongue is primed to capture every glorious spurt. And then you are cumming with a mighty gasp that is rapidly evolving into a deep-set groan, your body convulsing with each creamy jet. My Inner Goddess performs a triumphant cartwheel as pearly ropes sprout, raining vast droplets that fall and dot everything in its path, my tongue included. 

I lick my lips and then, every so gingerly, the very tip of your glory. I know how sensitive the nerves can be after such stupendous orgasms. Indeed, your body jerks in response, and worried, I ask if it was too much. Mutely, you shake your head, but I refrain from sampling one last time. I attain a microfiber towel, wrapping your still shuddering length in its soft embrace. I kiss up your hip bones, permitting my lips to worship the sharp muscular grooves of your tight abdominal muscles before working my way up your lean sternum and, finally, your honeyed mouth. Mindful of your still throbbing member, I rest part of my weight over your abdomen. I feel my body greedily absorbing not only the heat radiating from your pores but drawing your very essence within me. I rest my brow on my head’s accustomed pillow, the patch directly over your heart. I know if I collapse entirely, there will be no Option B, and my Inner Goddess will surely pout for the rest of the night and into tomorrow if she is denied Option B.

I am now certain your heart rate has returned to a stable pace, so I secure my mini vibrator from its hidden location on top of the headboard. My mischievous Inner Goddess “fumbles” to procure it for the sole purpose of allowing my breasts to tempt and entice as they sway above you. Your face perks and a boyish gleam is racing over your eyes. Perfect. Time for Option B. 

Mindful to give a respectful distance between your relaxing glory and my knobby knee, I lift off your waist and stretch recumbent beside you. I feel my body melt into the mattress. I am a bit more anemic than usual, and fatigue starts racing over me, weighing heavily on my eyelids. For a split second, I am tempted to forgo Option B instead, nestling onto your chest and dozing in the sweet comfort of your strength. One look at the glare sparking on my Inner Goddess’ face snaps me back into the moment. My Inner Goddess’ and her needs will not be so lightly dismissed. 

I spread my legs, knees pointed and open like a butterfly’s wings, with the soles of my dainty feet together. I take a moment to admire the way the lamplight dances over my feminine lines. There is the unusual sensation of my muscles slackening and easing into the softness of my wintery bedding. Still, the fierce electricity beginning to thrumb through my nervous system has my Inner Goddess giddy. Of course, I can pleasure myself after you leave; nonetheless, the experience is just not the same without you. Your presence and salacious aid amplify my orgasms tenfold. A bit selfish on my part, I admit.

I slip my left hand under my left leg at the crease where my thigh and buttock meet. I have no idea why I do this; it’s an age-old habit. My right thumb activates the tiny device, instantly oscillating to life. My Inner Goddess is already trembling and panting as I place the device on my glistening slit, not directly on top but slightly to the left. I jolt in surprise at the powerful orgasm already racing to mushroom into fruition. I cry out in a more guttural exclamation than I would have preferred, but there you have it. I back the vibrator off, sliding it upwards. I am not ready to cum. I want to take my time loving my body.

By now, you have rolled on your side, the entire length of your masculine nakedness sprawled beside me. My Inner Goddess, and possibly body, jump at the contact of your hands on the nearest mound of my breast. My eyes roll back, and my chin is jutting up to the circling ceiling fan as your warm mouth closes over my impertinent nipple. You sample, prod, and suck. The effect on my body and Inner Goddess is instantaneous, and I direct the vibrator further from my swelling pearl before I drown under the climactic waves. Pleased with my reaction, your aquiline nose burrows deeper into the buxom depth, drawing my nipple deeper with your mouth as your lips engulf more of my heavy slope.

I am nearly undone, lost in desire, gasping and moaning in earnest now, every muscle and nerve on edge. My mind is racing through my mental Rolodex of naughty images and stories to tease and spike my burgeoning orgasm. Spicy portrayals of MFM or a group setting are flooding my senses and overwhelming my Inner Goddess with lust. I struggle to rein her back as the portrayals flash on my eyelids.

“Wait for it…hold…not yet…let. It. Build.” I am insisting that our climax will be worth the delay to my anxious Inner Goddess. Nevertheless, she is fighting me for control. 

My left breast, the farthest one from you, is feeling cold and neglected. I am about to beg you to attend to her lonely state. However, you have never been derelict in your duties as a conscientious lover. I bite my lip as your weight moves over me, compressing our bodies together. Your mouth is barely lifting from my skin as they move down one slope, hot breath heating my sternum as you drift up the incline of my anticipative bosom. My Inner Goddess is hyperventilating as your lips adhere to my distended nipple. 

Like a rollercoaster on its upward track, my body is on a journey, ascending toward the crest, ready for the drop, flying into climatic euphoria. My abdominal muscles are convulsing, and my nails are clawing the flesh of my thigh in concentration. I can feel my toes cramping in my fervor. Your mouth is relentless in its worship of my breast. I cannot help holding my breath, focusing on the swelling force dominating my cells. At last, I am ready for my body to shatter into stardust until I am depleted and comatose, forced to struggle in an attempt to reunite body and mind in the aftermath of what I know will be a thunderous orgasm. 

Explosion. Fireworks. Every cell is in a scorching uproar. I cannot control the shrieks reverberating over my vocal cords. I am violently spasming, jerking, and thrashing as the vibrator and your devotion work their magic to the very end of my coruscating release. For an eternity, I am at the mercy of my resounding climax. Your lips are stubborn, milking every ounce of rapture from my body. Finally, I am a mindless puddle of spent energy with a smile creasing my face from ear to ear. 

You release my nipple but not my skin, kissing up my neck to my gasping lips. My Inner Goddess is laughing in happiness while collapsing on her chaise. My A and B option was a delightful twist on our evening! My Inner Goddess is tapping her long, manicured finger against her rosebud cupid’s bow in thoughtful consideration. Perhaps we will have to try this again. The question is, will Options A and B remain the same, or shall I mix it up and keep you guessing?! I will consult with my Inner Goddess at a later time. Right now, I am perfectly content as I lay cossetted in your arms, my head over your exquisite heart. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie