Persephone fractured into starlight. Every pore ruptured in piercing orgasmic glory. She gritted her teeth, jaws clenched as she fought to maintain the tether between body and soul.

I am gliding through the mystical temple, judiciously balancing on my 5″ heels. Clad in sheer crimson, I marvel at the beauty and grace around me. The sacred temple rings with the sounds of merrymaking and salacious love.

Have you ever had to be silent while being intimate with a lover? I do not mean muffled moans and hushed groans. That would be far too easy. Oh no, I speak of being unequivocally mute with no exclamations or cries of, “Yes, yes, yes!”

My hand hesitated on the door while my peripheral vision began to blur and darken. Her hand on my arm, my Inner Goddess whispered reminders of My Titan’s exact words, the written proof of his assurances, trust, and respect. My heart refused to beat.

With amorous dedication, he licked the outer flesh of my goddess and up the cliff of each thigh. In the throws of cumming, my Inner Goddess wondered if we had transformed into some sugar confection as Tuesday poured his ardent attention on my goddess.

Gods have mercy! Aurelius was girthier than my own wrist….no matter how determinately I tried, I could only swallow a quarter of his length, his immutable head filling my throat.

Deftly, Hephaestus slipped his fingers into my waistband and whisked my shorts down and off my toes, tossing them nonchalantly behind him. I bit my lip in wanton anticipation. Licks and caresses laced my abdomen. His massive hands pushed the lace material of my shirt up, exposing the white flesh of my breasts. 

Mercy, his naked flesh was hot against my tiny form. His fingers tangled in my hair, not roughly, but enough to support my head as his passionate kisses tickled my jawline, neck, throat, and down between my breasts. My Inner Goddess was uncertain how he did it, but I found myself once more lifted into…

I passed through a room, intent on satisfying my grumbling stomach when an unexpected scene greeted me as I rounded a corner. Four goddesses were reclining on a plump mushroom head. A god was bent in worship at one of their pearls. Part of me wanted to turn invisible, a chance to watch in adoration…

Beginning with my neck, the Goddess began covering my body in kisses. I felt her delicate tongue flick my skin. My Inner Goddess loudly moaned at this unexpected treatment. Encouraged by my lusty response, the Goddess alternated kisses and licks under my breasts and down my abdomen.