Uncategorized – Page 3 – Year of the Inner Goddess

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Moonlight and Olympians

Their murmurs tore the air, lips on lips, nails raking leather as the goddess scrabbled for purchase, her ribboned laughter shredded into ragged sighs. Their rites bled into mine, fanning a feral hunger that gnawed at every fiber, consuming thought and restraint alike.

The Hunger Between Us

His smirk carried the unmistakable arrogance of a man who had orchestrated every nuance, as though even the furniture had conspired in his design. And oh, the denial!

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