February 2025 – Audio Version

It began on the couch, my nervous body quivering between them, heat and masculine musk radiating from both sides. At a lull in the casual conversation, the Lieutenant leaned in, his lips grazing mine, his fingers already tracing delicate lines along my form, shattering the pretense of propriety and sending electric shivers rippling beneath my skin. I inhaled, and the world began to dissolve, leaving only the silk of his shirt sleeves calling to my fingertips, teasing and taunting as it moved.

At Jack’s licentious suggestion, the Lieutenant lifted me effortlessly, pressing me close to his chest, my body weightless in his arms. Jack followed as the Lieutenant made his way to the bedroom. Peeking over his broad shoulder, I caught a glimpse of Jack’s devilish smile curling on his lips, igniting something wild within me. My Inner Goddess, always one of poise and Victorian aristocracy, crumbled under the onslaught of her unspoken desires as the Lieutenant laid me gently on the bed. I clung to him, my limbs refusing to release him, my body arching and pleading, wordlessly begging for him to break the last of my resolve.

His eyes held a flicker of astonishment as my fingers danced over the opaline buttons of his silk shirt, trembling with anticipation. The fabric slipped under my touch, the cool sheen warming where my hands lingered. Unable to unbutton him fast enough, a frustrated murmur escaped my lips as my fumbling delayed his flesh from meeting my own. A faint chuckle rumbled from deep within his chest, a sound so wickedly soft it nearly undid me.

Standing to his impressive height, the Lieutenant shrugged off his shirt, the fabric whispering to the floor, and began to unfasten his trousers, deliberately leaving his boxers in place. The unexpected barrier caused my Inner Goddess to cock an eyebrow in disapproval and yet tantalized intrigue. I followed suit, slipping out of noir leggings that clung to my skin and shedding the coral sweatshirt to reveal delicate lace, waiting, longing, vulnerable under his gaze.

His eyes darkened as they traced the curves the lace attempted to conceal. With a low growl, he descended, his lips dancing along my neck, igniting trails of fire with each salacious kiss. I writhed beneath him, fingers curling into his back, nails threatening to break the surface as I fought to restrain the primal urge to mark him as my suitor.

With a single deft motion, his hand slid beneath me, and with a flick, the stubborn clasp of my bra surrendered. A flicker of surprise flashed in my hazel eyes—only hours before, I had battled that very clasp, cursing its defiance, the tough metal unyielding and untested. Yet, in his hands, it obeyed without protest, an eager servant to his command. The lace was cast into the shadows, forgotten, as he pressed his weight against me, his body igniting every nerve. My legs curled instinctively around his waist, drawing him closer, my pulse thundering as the air grew heavy with desperate anticipation.

Flesh met flesh, heat against heat, the air heavy with tangled limbs and frantic embraces. My Inner Goddess, ravenous but usually in control, was utterly undone, sundered by a tempest of want and need that defied the rigid conventions of her Victorian soul. She was wild, unchained, her maw a feral beast clawing at the edges of my sanity, demanding to be sated. There was no grace left, no poise, no calculated seduction—only a desperate, all-consuming need that bordered on madness, a yearning so fierce it threatened to consume my very essence. I was powerless, a prisoner to my own perversity, lost in a fevered dance that blurred the line between ecstasy and the annihilation of my mortal being. 

Abruptly wrenching himself away, the Lieutenant fell to his knees, his gaze unspeakable as he began his worship of my pearl. There was no hesitation, no mercy—only relentless, fervent adoration that fragmented every coherent thought. He wasted no time before catapulting me into the heavens, my wings snapping outward with a resounding crack as I hovered above the clouds, suspended between ecstasy and oblivion. His mouth was ruthless and exquisite, drawing out every breathless cry, every broken moan. The once-aching heat in my belly ignited into a firestorm of satisfaction so overwhelming that scream after scream tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained, answering the demands of his tongue—wicked and masterful as it licked, sucked, tormented. I was helpless, lost to the onslaught, my body arching, trembling, surrendering completely to his unyielding enthrallment, his inexorable devotion.

The analytical part of me—the chronicler—had resolved, before his arrival, to take things slowly, to pay special attention to the Lieutenant’s particular style and methods. It had been far too long since a second god had deigned to worship between my thighs, and my curious mind had been determined to savor every exquisite moment. But my Inner Goddess would have none of it. She writhed as if seized by Zeus’s vengeful lightning, she screamed as if scorched by the unholy fires of Hades, and she shattered like fine glass beneath Poseidon’s fury, crushed beneath tidal waves that threatened to drag her into the abyss. Her cries were swallowed by the tempest, lost to the roar of a sea that showed no mercy.

And yet, it was not enough. Though my mind had spiraled into rapture, my unconquered Inner Goddess craved more, insatiable like the parched earth desperate for the first rain. At last, Jack joined the fray, the heat of his naked body brushing against my cheek as he knelt above me, his glory already rigid and demanding. Crystalline droplets clung precariously to the tip, glistening like dew before the storm, a testament to his unrelenting pleasure at my ruination. Something primal within me stirred, an ancient, uncontrollable roar, as I parted my lips, my tongue extending instinctively to receive him. A flicker of rationality whispered a warning to be gentle, nevertheless, it was drowned by the madness consuming me, blinding me, as I swallowed him whole, enveloping his inflexible splendor in the depths of my throat, my every sense overcome with the intensity. The world narrowed to the suffocating pressure of him inside me, my body trembling, until I could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain, hunger and absolute surrender.

The next hour was a symphony of erotic ecstasy, my Inner Goddess feral and greedy as she welcomed first one, then the other, her body arching to meet each thrust, each unforgiving advance. I begged and cried out for more, daring the heavens themselves to fulfill temptations too fierce, too vehement to name.

My body was no longer mine, my soul lost in the fathomless reaches of the divine, tethered only by the thundering pulse of my lifeblood. I was adrift in an endless storm of bliss, my jaw aching from the strain of clenched teeth, my throat raw from cries that tore from my chest—pleas of unrelenting, desperate need. The gods answered my call, their hips surging with primal force, their fingers curling violently in my damp hair, their grip on my hips unyielding. My elbows and knees burned with the searing friction of the cotton sheets, raw, tender, and unrelenting. 

Veins bulged, throbbing as blood surged through them, frantic with the intensity of the moment, muscles taut and straining with every movement, their powerful flex and release a rhythm of raw, animalistic need. Each of us locked in this desperate dance, bodies pressed together in a baleful harmony—his, mine, and Jack’s—our muscles trembling under the pressure, the tautness of our limbs pushing against the overwhelming force of desire. Still, my Inner Goddess would not be sated. She howled for more, lost to the chaos, to the fury, to the relentless craving that consumed every fiber of my being.

I took one glory into the depths of my throat as the other desecrated my sanctuary, each berserk orgasm surging through me with such ferocity that I feared the very foundations of my being would splinter under the weight of every cataclysmic wave of obsession. The tsunami effect threatened to expel the wrought iron after every punishing drive forward. 

The gods switched places, and the exchange between them seemed to stretch into an agonizing eternity, each moment unbearable in its insatiable rapacity. My lips parted, ravenous for the next offering, while my body remained a raw cocoon of need, feverish in its emptiness. A whisper of caution flickered at the edges of my mind, urging me to remain gentle, to retain some trace of my feminine allure. But the anguish within me had been silenced and neglected for too long and refused to endure another moment of hollow woe. My Inner Goddess demanded all that was gifted, all that was rightfully hers, a physical pain so fierce it eclipsed every shred of mortal restraint.

With a cry torn from the depths of my soul, my Inner Goddess claimed Jack, her fury stoked by his absolute surrender. On my hands and knees, I thrust back into his unrelenting assault, his rod driving deep, splitting me apart as he gave in to the primal shuddering of his explosive release. My Inner Goddess licked her lips, victorious, yet her boiling appetence was far from satisfied. The battle had been won, but the war was far from over, and she would claim mastery before the last grain of sand fell from the hourglass, her dominance inevitable and all-consuming.

Jack, ever the indomitable lover, did not submit to the fading fire of his body. As his strength surged back, his attentions snapped once more to my Inner Goddess. At the same time, my mouth and fingers eagerly sought out the Lieutenant, the air thickening with the intoxicating scent of desperation and desire. The moment was heady, thick with the promise of more, as every motion seemed to pull me deeper into the abyss, where even the control of my Inner Goddess was nothing but an illusion.

Reclined beneath them, my damp hair fanned out around me like a dark halo, my cheeks flushed with the ferocity of passion. I must have appeared a dreadful sight—crazed, undone—but the Lieutenant’s mind was consumed with darker things. Kneeling above me, his glory gripped tightly in one hand, the other clutching my exposed breast with a possessive strength. His fingers teased, pinched, and twisted, his grip tightening as he focused, his breathing labored, each movement impetuous, demanding, relentless in its fervor.

Lifting my head, I buried my face against the velvet pouch of his jewels, my tongue greedily washing the taut skin, noting the shimmer of my own nectar glazing his flesh. An unfamiliar fierceness seized me, almost scaring me. I devoured him with a savage edacity, taking first one rounded jewel and then the other deep into my mouth, adoring him with a raw, unrestrained urgency. His moans, low and animalistic, spurred me on, each groan unraveling the minuscule restraint left to me as I sought to claim his need as my own.

One arm wrapped around the thick, rigid muscle of his thigh, my fingers digging into his corded backside as I pressed him deeper into my face, determined to show him the depth of my necessity, to own him at that moment. I felt each jewel ascend, tightening beneath my wicked lips. My mouth formed around the orb, pulling it down slowly, deliberately, stretching downward with gravity that matched the weight of my compulsion. Mischief flickered within me, delaying his release, making him ache as my Inner Goddess demanded that he surrender only when I deemed the moment worthy.

Though between his legs, my ears brushing against his knees, his Olympian form rose above me like the Colossus of Rhodes. The Lieutenant’s head fell back, his fist pumping furiously, his body trembling at the edge of surrender. Yet, I held him there—mine, utterly and completely, until the very last moment.

Releasing the first orb, I seized the second between my lips with a merciless grip, repeating the torment, savoring each gasp that tore from his throat. My neck burned from the strain of hovering just above the surface of the mattress, but the fire coursing through me nearly overcame all discomfort. When I could endure no more, I lowered my head, cupping the released jewels with one hand while the other clawed into the implacable muscle of his thigh. My hips arched instinctively, toes curling as tremors blasted through my body, my mouth hanging open, dripping with eager, taunting invitation.

My tongue circled the swollen crown of his glory, flicking over the ridge with deliberate cruelty, teasing him until his restraint was nothing but a thin, fraying thread. With a growl, his body tensed, muscles flexing as he erupted in a violent burst, surrendering to the pitiless pull of his release.

The torrent flooded my mouth—warm and potent. I intentionally held it there, my eyes locking onto the gods with defiance, a silent claim to my victory, a display of conquest to the celestials. Pearly drops slipped from one corner of my lip, tracing a gleaming line down my jaw, while the last remaining jets splashed onto my cheek, shimmering in the evening light, my face dripping with masculine triumph.

I felt their gaze like a burning brand upon me. My Inner Goddess swelled, her wings fluttering in a dark, victorious rhythm, her jubilation for her conquest unfathomable to mere mortals.

My body collapsed, spent and trembling, yet my Inner Goddess soared, her thirst only partially sated. As my vision cleared and my senses returned, my skin buzzed with the vibrancy of a thousand bees, still alive with the aftershocks of power and pleasure. The crimson negligee I slipped into clung to my curves with sinful grace, the silk whispering against my skin. A sheer robe of palest pink draped over my shoulders, delicate eyelash lace brushing my flesh, teasing with every movement.

I could feel the Lieutenant’s absence as he gathered his things, yet my gaze lingered, drawn to him even as he pulled away. Restless, I bounced on my toes, my eyes locked on his tall frame as he dressed, savoring the lingering heat of our shared indulgence. With a soft, yet fond farewell, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer for a hug that spoke of supreme gratitude, of something I could not put into words.

The door clicked softly behind him, leaving only the echo of his departure, and a lingering boyish grin permanently etched onto Jack’s handsome, chiseled face.

But even as the last whispers of the Lieutenant’s presence faded, I knew… my Valentine was far from over.

The room stood still—yet it was far from silent. The gnawing carnality inside me refused to quiet, only growing, a thirst that could not be sated. It was as if the world itself shifted, thickening with the promise of something else awakening. I rested a bit before nibbling at my dinner prepared by Jack’s thoughtful hands, the minutes stretching into an eternity. My Inner Goddess fidgeted, restless, her flames still wild and unruly, fueled by the touch of the Lieutenant and my Jack. She was an unquenchable blaze that defiantly refused to be tamed.

The stars resumed their place in the sky, but they didn’t settle quietly. They giggled as they moved into position, watching my restless form far below. Something—someone—was coming. My gaze continually darted to the window, searching for the faintest flicker of movement in the shadows, the woods heralding an arrival, the echo of distant footsteps drawing nearer.

I nibbled my nails, the familiar anxiety twisting my insides where familiarity once burned. The Woodsman would come soon—very soon. I bit my lip, my pulse quickening as the silence in the room became unbearable, each minute stretching, leaving me teetering on the edge of frayed nerves and readiness. The large screen across the room flickered with bright lights, a distraction I barely noticed as my thoughts remained elsewhere.

Jack remained calm, relaxed even on the couch as I alternated between crouching on the edge of my seat and pacing the great room. My Inner Goddess was poised for the next chapter, her whispers of a story’s conclusion only adding to the growing hunger. One story ending, another beginning.

As the hours crawled by, even the stars held their breath, waiting… waiting… waiting.

Until next time, XO, Elsie