Uncategorized – Page 4 – Year of the Inner Goddess

Unsated

I could feel the ache still coiled in my belly – raw, insistent, unsated. It tugged at my attention, violent in its refusal to be reasoned with. She was not sated, not glowing or playful. She had become an abyss – ancient, roaring, unsatisfied – howling like some primordial beast denied its due.

By The Sea

I take up my pen with a foolish, telltale smile…yet the palm trees conspire against me. They murmur. They sway their heads in warning. Ink hesitates above parchment, arrested by heat and memory, as though the island itself has lifted an elegant finger to my lips.

Scratching on Parchment

Everything I’ve written is only an echo — a pale scratching on parchment.

Restoration

Not all nights unfurl in unbridled abandon. There are nights when pleasure is capricious, temperamental, delicate. Nights shadowed by bruised feelings, by the metallic sting of jealousy, by tenderness not yet fully sutured shut.

Nightwalker

I was caught between them, locked in an antideluvian vise of masculine force; Jack’s sheer physical command above me, the Nightwalker’s murkbound gravitas rising from below…two colossal presences pulling at me like rival deities fighting for a single soul.

Sabbath Embers

The three of us joined Caius and Eos upon the bed. Soon we were fully entwined across the vast expanse, bodies overlapping, senses fraying at the edges. Eos and I moved in licentious, unspoken accord, our mouths and fingers mapping every inch of Caius, coaxing, bending him to our will.

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.

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.

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.

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