October 13 & 14, 2023 – Audio Version

I am single and trying to navigate an unexpected future as a sexually vivacious woman. My sexuality is what I term my Inner Goddess, a crucial part of me that, because of religion, had been repressed, shunned, and neglected for many years, but a piece I am seeking to connect with. For the first time, I and my Inner Goddess are free to explore our desires. Tonight, won’t you join us as I share a particular account of our sexual freedom?

Have you ever felt a craving so deep within your soul you thought you might go mad? When every atom of your being hungers for something and, without it, fears it will die? Like the aloof Vampire veiled in a dark alleyway, his desperate thirst overcoming his Victorian gentility as he listens for the faintest heartbeat to sate his desire. Or the Werewolf as he howls his loneliness and pain to the solitary moon. Like them, I stood in my living room with bated breath, urging my Inner Goddess to be patient as I waited for the Demigod’s visit. 

Finding myself divorced in an unfamiliar city meant I had few friends and even fewer companions to warm my bed. Loneliness was my constant shadow, enduring months without intimacy or a simple touch. So why was the demand so intense tonight? Our active schedules only permitted monthly trysts. I had no answers for my almost manic Inner Goddess, impatient for our sporadic paramour. 

I feared I would injure the towering Demigod at his arrival. My Inner Goddess envisioned shredding the clothes from his body, leaping into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips, and impaling myself on his thick, lengthy glory. I paced, feeling ridiculous. I was a grown woman capable of self-control. My negligee felt suffocating despite its silky texture. 

I was slowing my breathing when the firm knock came. The object of my lust had finally arrived. There he stood, black stetson and cowboy boots, leaning on the doorframe in the classic pose I knew so well. The Demigod’s simmering masculinity hypnotized me. 

My heart pounded. 

“Well, hello there,” drawled the Demigod as he strolled into my living room. 

“Hey, yourself.” I hoped I sounded casual. 

The man before me had earned his “Demigod” nickname. Divine in physique and a solid foot taller than me, his carefully chiseled body could hardly be mortal and was surely the envy of the Olympian gods. First wooed with dinner and enigmatic conversation, it was his compassionate heart and dimpled smile that won an invitation to my bed over a year ago.

Stepping close, one hand slid around my waist while the other clutched the nape of my neck. The Demigod drank me in with a prolonged, slow kiss. This embrace said, “It’s been a long month, and I’ve missed kissing you.” I was startled at the unexpected intimacy as he warmed my walled and deserted heart, bathing it in warm light. My thoughts raced as I tried to distinguish fantasy from reality. The softness on my lips assured me this was very real. 

Releasing me, he said, “I want you to meet me in the bedroom. I’ll be right there.” 

I waited on the bed, rendered speechless from his embrace, until, at last, the Demigod sauntered toward me. I wondered if he could sense the desperation quivering over my skin. My need nearly choked the breath from my lungs. My impatient fingers reached to undo his buckle. 

“Nah, nah, nah. None of that yet. It’s been a while, and I intend to take my time with you.” He growled.

Intrigued, my Inner Goddess and I released our hold and sat back, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. My flesh coveted his body. I did not want to take things slowly! What was he up to? Broad hands on my shoulders, the Demigod leaned in for another fervent kiss. I moaned into his warm lips as he pushed me into a prone position over the bedspread. The gentleness stopped there. 

With animal lust, the beast leapt onto the bed and straddled me. Attacking my collarbone and up the left curve of my neck, his furious nibbles turned into bites as the ravenous Demigod reached my tender earlobe. Trust and established boundaries meant I felt no fear, only burning passion. His hips pinned and crushed me into the mattress. I could not have moved if I wanted to as he captured both wrists, holding them firmly above my head as his mouth traveled across my throat and up my right ear, which received the same painful treatment. 

“Oh, gawd, oh gawd!” My Inner Goddess moaned at the attack. 

“I’m going to taste every inch of your body.” The Demigod promised, growling darkly as his body hovered over me. Oh, sweet heaven, was he true to his word. 

My hips undulated beneath his ripped but still clothed body. I panted in my heat. Licking and kissing down my sternum, his mouth pushed up the curve of my heavy bosom until his lips found my eager, wanton nipple. The flick of his tongue, his lips still sealed around my areola, threatened to undo me. My Inner Goddess could barely contain her rapture as my mind fuzzed. 

My wrists remained pinned above my head as the Demigod tightened his grip, hoisted me upright, and pulled the bit of silk from my body. I gasped, submitting to his will, trembling as his wolfish eyes roved my naked skin.  

The Demigod’s calloused hands traced and gripped my body in concert with his hungry mouth. He moved down, pausing to breathe over my glistening slit. I bucked at the teasing, literally begging him to taste me, but he would have none of it. The determined Demigod growled down my thigh and nipped at it ferociously. I would look for bruises later. My leg lifted high as he scratched his nails over my exposed skin, clawing from thigh to ankle. My skin jerked and prickled in response. I whimpered about how much I needed him.

“You’re ready when I tell you you’re ready,” was the barked response.

It was infuriating and mind-blowing at the same time. I never wanted him to stop, yet I desired to cum, to feel his mouth, his fingers, his glory, anything on my weeping slit. Instead, he took his time. Knowing the power he held over me, he paused over my slit, pulling back when I tilted closer. His hot breath fanned the furnace of my fire. I shook in yearning. His tongue flicked, barely touching my skin, his eyes intent on my response. A finger brushed my sopping outer lip. I was near tears, my Inner Goddess imploring him for release. 

A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lip. I was helpless—a quivering puddle of pent-up need. I was still restrained, prevented from taking any amount of control over the situation. He was master of the moment, and sheer, animalistic delight beamed triumphantly on his handsome face.

Finally, savagely, he buried his mouth between my legs, and I came, exploding into a thousand pieces. I writhed at his ruthless attack until my soul left my body as I screamed to a god I no longer believed in. 

“I’m not even going to ask if you are ready because you don’t get a say.” The Demigod stated, positioning himself on the bed beside me.

The naked head of his magnificent glory glistened with his desire, just inches from my face. I wondered how long he could hold out. The Demigod refused my touch. The fingers of his left hand glided down to my sopping slit. As if on cue, I sprayed the bed and coated our bodies in my nectar as his long fingers curled within me.

“Somebody’s gone too long.” His deep vibrato barely pierced my awareness through the orgasmic fog. 

Legs trembling, I parted them as the Demigod moved over me, momentarily caressing his thick glory before guiding him within my zealous goddess. His fingers had prepared me well. Still, the Demigod moved slowly as he stretched and filled, pushing ever deeper. I felt the tension in his oak-like thighs and in his arms pillared over me as his speed increased. 

He governed my body with expert skill, barely allowing me to catch a breath before the next orgasmic wave rose and claimed me. Lifting my legs, he crisscrossed my ankles, urging them over my head, hoisting my hips high in the air. He towered over me, folding me like a pretzel, driving his throbbing glory down with brutality as I soaked the sheets beneath me. 

Abruptly, the Demigod rolled me over to straddle his hips. I had barely recovered, yet he demanded more of me. 

“You will use me and release all that built-up frustration. I want your juices flowing down my hips before you finish.” He directed.

I came and came. He challenged me to drive harder, and I used the Demigod, seeking my deepest pleasure. Despite the room’s coolness, sweat glistened over my madly pumping body. I was a Phoenix rising. No longer small, broken, and weak, but in full power, re-claiming my lost strength. Nectar exploded down the Demigod’s divine body to the sheets beneath him until my burning need subsided. I collapsed onto his damp torso; the tiny curls on his chest tickled my nose. My breasts heaved as I buried my limp head into the curve of his neck. My sapphire curls were damp against my temples. I lay paralyzed and delirious.

“Your turn,” I murmured through dry lips. 

“Actually,” the Demigod paused for dramatic effect. “I’m going to flip you over, grab your hair, and ride you while watching us in the mirror.”  

His words were like a shot of adrenaline straight into the heart of my Inner Goddess. Though a bit wobbly, I crowed in glee as I knelt in position. I felt power radiating as he moved behind me, grabbing my hips between his palms. He bit my left ear, growling ownership of my body as my eyes watered at his savage entrance. He wrapped my hair around his hand –reins for his lecherous leverage– before snaking his other hand down around my hip. 

His fingers circled my pearl, causing me to cum so forcefully that I expelled his glory from my convulsing body. His left hand was a blur of movement as I bucked against him. His arm over my shoulder and between my breasts, supported me as I violently shook from the force of my orgasms, but his fingers never paused. 

“Now, that’s a good girl.” The Demigod whispered in my ear. 

With forceful domination he entered me, fingers digging into my waist as his hips renewed their ruthless attack, eliciting yet another eruptive orgasm. A savage grunt burst from the Demigod’s broad chest. He pulled out of me, unsheathed, and sat back on his heels. Flipping around, I took his throbbing glory into my eager throat. I moaned at his sweet taste as he swelled against the back of my throat. 

“Take it!! You damn succubus!” The Demigod’s voice was rough and cracked. 

He thrust himself into my face, working deeper into my throat as I gagged and drooled in delight. He was almost there. Edging ever closer. I withdrew my lips and worked his burgeoning glory within my petite fingers. 

“I’m not going to stop,” I repeated over and over, spurring him on.

“Please don’t…please don’t…” His voice was raw with emotion. “AAAHHHHHHHH….” 

In a burst of glorious explosion, he was mine. His release glazed my breasts and outstretched tongue. I continued to massage his pulsing glory as he shuddered and shook until he collapsed against the headboard. My knees and body gave way to sheer exhaustion. We were too numb to move but lay panting, limp in each other’s arms for the longest time. My body felt drained yet peaceful and glowing. My craving was sated at last. 

“For now.” whispered my salacious Inner Goddess.

Until next time XO, Elsie