Year of the Inner Goddess

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    • Beg (On Your Knees)

      Beg (On Your Knees)

      I drift, suspended between earth and sky, lost somewhere in the cosmos. Two onyx bands cradle me – one beneath my hips, one just under my arms – holding me aloft like a sacrifice offered to the heavens. Moaning, my body sways weightlessly, a pendulum of desire.

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    • Sixty-Nine

      Sixty-Nine

      So there I was, my arms trembling, splintering under the strain of my weight, muscles fraying at the edges as I strove to give as fiercely as I received, resisting the unholy urge to thrust into his face, hips betraying me with the pleasure he so ruthlessly conjured.

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    • Fallen Sister

      Fallen Sister

      The demons’ smiles were diabolical, gleaming with the certainty of creatures who knew Heaven had lost. In that instant, the room exhaled flame, not of candle or altar, but of something older, sentient, and utterly voracious. And then she was on her knees.

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    • Morning Devotion

      Morning Devotion

      The dark still held the scent of night when his hand found my inner thigh. The world was silent, suspended in that fragile breath before dawn when the stars hesitated between burning and fading.

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    • Saturday Indulgence

      Saturday Indulgence

      I sit at my desk, bathed in the argent glow of my twin monitors, the outside world a distant murmur. Monday’s whispers are powerless to disturb me. My fingers fly across the keyboard, yet the curve of my lips is a clandestine smile, a quiet testament to mischief and memory. Saturday Indulgence

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    • Tormented

      Tormented

      My familiar quivers at the bedside, a false priest, bowing in mock devotion. I seize it, cupping it within my palm, rousing it before pressing it to my quivering pearl, until sparks hiss behind my eyes. Even then, I know: it is not him, nor her, that I desire. It is something unspeakable.

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    • Communion and Ritual

      Communion and Ritual

      My blood thundered in my ears, a wild cadence to the bed’s groaning beneath the brutal rhythm. Thwack, Thwack, thwack, caress, thwack again, each strike an immortal invocation, threatening to fling me forward, yet my elbows held, iron-strong. I would not falter.

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    • A Stolen Night

      A Stolen Night

      An imperious Cleopatra in my solitude, reveling in her freedom, savoring her choices, delighting in every triumph. The water cradled me, my lashes fluttering closed, memory coiling sweet and venomous beneath the bubbles.

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    • The Argent Voyeur

      The Argent Voyeur

      The Moon Goddess shivered, biting at her pale thumb in anticipation. The sight was too intoxicating: Silver’s muscles taut with trembling restraint, Bronze panting, his hips slamming harder, lost in animal devotion.

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    • Yes… It Was

      Yes… It Was

      He woke, god-smile sharp… Wasn’t me. Eyes blazing, knowing all my secrets… Wasn’t me. Sliding down, tongue and teeth on fire… Wasn’t me.

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