If this is ungodly, let me burn, unredeemed.

Nails biting into his sculpted pectorals, my head was thrown back, and my throat warbled my climax to the twinkling stars. I felt the magic of my feminine radiate from my naked body and soar about the bower.Jack – Mutual Reclaiming

Did I dare reveal to Jack the depth of my Inner Goddess’ depravity? I grinned. His soul, ever more experienced than my own, was often the architect and instigator for our illicit debauchery.

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.

It was my turn to moan as the heat between my legs flowered, tendrils of pleasure working northward to entwine with the pleasure blossoming and spreading southward from my breasts.

Wrapped in a cashmere blanket and half asleep in her chaise, my Inner Goddess giggled wickedly to herself. She felt a perverse amount of devious glee from wringing every drop of pleasure from my body and leaving me limp and wet as a washrag

With my ankles on his shoulders, I nearly levitated off the mattress at the overwhelming fullness, the burning heat racing along my skin at my quickly exploding orgasm. Not only were we both fully dressed, but my Inner Goddess was reasonably sure Jack had yet to ascertain our naughty gift.

I was intolerable, my emotions edgy and nettlesome the entire weekend. My attitude was a veritable pinball, while my desire for chocolate had not been its customary craving but a categorical addiction necessary for my very existence, barely sated by a giant skillet brownie with ice cream à la mode.