June 2023 – Audio Version

I felt terrible. It had been an all-around rotten day. Work responsibilities had me pulling my hair out, and homework had me feeling stupid and inept on an intrinsic level. My Inner Goddess was buried in a deep grave of depression and heartache. I was quite literally at the end of my rope, with nothing left to give, much less feeling sexy or attractive. I spent the day anxious, knowing from his provocative texts how excited he was, and I had a reasonably accurate image of how the evening would proceed. I did not want to disappoint him, especially when finding a mutually free evening between our busy schedules had been a tricky feat.

His text chirped, inquiring if we were still on for the evening. I responded that I was indeed home from work and trudging through assignments. I munched on my tortilla chips and chopped ham cubes, my absentminded dinner, as I welcomed him to come as his schedule allowed. Anticipating his hour or so drive to my home, I returned to my quiz. 

Knock, knock. 

OHHHhhh, my Amazon order was finally here. I had been reluctant to use my headphones for days without a protective case. Popping a cube of ham in my mouth, I opened the door to…not the Amazon driver but the broad smile of Hephaestus! My face blanched, and my Inner Goddess suddenly panicked. While our cute little booty shorts and black lace top were presentable, they were just loungewear. Not to mention my mouth was a weird combination of chips and snack meat that I was not even sure I liked. A million other thoughts of unpreparedness ran through my mind. At least the house was clean, and I had showered. 

I fumbled the welcome as I scrambled to straighten the front room, tucking away my odd dinner and laptop before racing to brush my teeth. Hephaestus lightly protested, saying it was quite unnecessary. Having been on the receiving end of a bad frito kiss once, I was absolutely going to brush my teeth first!

I accomplished ten different things behind the closed door as I brushed my teeth. Heavens, I thought I had an hour! Silly man! The last thing to do was flip my hair upside down, giving it a good shake for lift and volume before whooshing it back, resetting my part, and hastening to my waiting guest. 

Chuckling, he pulled me close as he whispered, “Hello.” 

That was all my Inner Goddess needed. He had not even kissed me, just drew me into the fold of his arms, and the burden of Atlas rolled off my shoulders as the world melted away. My perspective changed. The mountains were just anthills, and all those “urgent” emails could honestly wait until tomorrow. My shoulders dropped in relief. I was overjoyed to have my Inner Goddess back. I felt more like myself as her feathers began to unfurl. 

Pushed against the door (I later learned Hephaestus had had a whole seductive plan for his arrival. Pickles, I really had fumbled things), I curved into his body. My arms found it impossible to encircle his broad, powerful shoulders. Good lord, Hephaestus smelled intoxicating! I tried to be covert with my kisses as I sniffed his solid neck. What was that combination? The only conclusion I came to was that too few men wear cologne. My Inner Goddess nodded her agreement.

Without effort, Hephaestus lifted me. His sturdy arms supported my thighs as they wrapped around his hips. Our kisses deepened as our tongues explored the new experience. Turning, he crossed the six feet to the couch and gently laid me down. Gawd, he covered me in kisses, lifting the hem of my shirt as his lips tattooed my skin. I practically melted under his touch. Hephaestus was magnificent. What had I been so worried about? 

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. 

Now, there are people who enjoy breasts, teasing around the blush areola, and flicking the nipple with their teeth or the tip of their tongue. An appreciated experience, but their skills lay a bit further south. Then, there are the connoisseurs of the female breast. Rare individuals full of prowess who know not only the intricacies of deep nuzzling, suckling, or ravishing a breast but how to make a woman feel like her breasts are the most exquisite on the planet. These connoisseurs imply that as their eyes glaze over on their deathbed, they want to gaze at your breasts until their eyes flutter closed for the last time. While all breasts are truly perfect gifts, it takes a connoisseur, with his attention and mastery of the breasts, to impress a woman into believing the truth to her core. Such is the god Hephaestus. My Inner Goddess briefly considered binding him and keeping him for our own private delight…for a little while at least. We sighed. Gods live in the mists of Olympus and not with mere mortals. Not to mention it was an utterly ridiculous notion considering the mountainous Hephaestus had picked me up, light as a feather. How could I contend with such an unmovable force?

My Inner Goddess continued fantasizing as Hephaestus took his time as he explored my length to my hips, to my goddess, but not moving directly to my pulsing pearl. Oh no, the god took his devilish time, working his broad tongue over every inch and fold of my goddess. His warm, wide mouth utterly enveloped my entire goddess in an entirely unfamiliar manner yet wildly enjoyed. I was unsure if the wet, slurping sounds were from my eagerness or his pleasure. Had he somehow unhinged his jaw to have, well, all of me? His lips, tongue, and mouth were simply everywhere. 

“Stop focusing on semantics!” Moaned my writhing Inner Goddess. “I want to cum!” Funny, how she had been so absent only twenty minutes earlier and was now in the full throes of desire and need.

But we could not come just yet. While the god’s tongue was everywhere, it had yet to focus its skill directly on my pearl. My fingers curled into the decorative pillows knowing that once Hephaestus set his attention, there would be no holding my Inner Goddess back from exploding into a thousand orgasmic twinkling lights. At last, it came, or rather, I did. I had been right, my body arched, and my jaw clenched as I burst apart, not once but thrice. 

With hurried insistence, I guided the august form of Hephaestus to my room. I wanted more, and the couch could only permit so much maneuverability, and, knowing my fervor, I worried about the aftercare for my poor sofa. I whipped the covers back from my bed and spread the waterproof towel as Hephaestus rummaged through his backpack. 

I pulled Hephaestus close as he drew near. Out of curiosity, I encircled his massive biceps in both hands, attempting to touch the tips of my fingertips together. It was an impossible task. Hephaestus’ bulging deltoid was simply too large for my inquisitive hands. My Inner Goddess drooled as his mighty form dwarfed my petite body. I drew his indomitable shape over me, letting his weight settle gloriously over me. Hephaestus drowned me in kisses as he pressed against me. 

Hephaestus began to slide his need up and down my abdomen, his imperious head slick with lubricant. The breeze from the fan cooled the heated trail as it traced my shameless skin. He teased my Inner Goddess with his seduction until she queried if he had protection. 

Hephaestus’ eyes opened wide as he warbled in deep laughter, the widest smile spreading across his noble face as he said, “Wahooo. I guess we’re getting right to it! I was going to take my time!”

I flushed the shade of ripe pomegranates as I tried to backpedal. I had not meant to be so instant, but then again, I had. The teasing was delightful, but this mortal could only handle the torment for so long. It was too late for an explanation or apology. The gold foil rested on the covers, and my Inner Goddess was positioning for his entrance. 

With careful guidance, Hephaestus joined with me. My nails dug into the covers at the stretching fullness and my spine arched at the connection. I clenched his heft between my thighs and clung to his body, awash in ecstasy as he moved with firm but effortless grace. Every penetrating thrust drove me deeper into bliss as my body flourished in the explosive power of his body. Hephaestus never seemed to tire but moved with fierce intensity as I gripped my thighs for support before he slowed to place tender kisses up my calf and into the arch of each foot. 

We transitioned, and I spread my legs over his broad hips as I lowered myself down, breathing heavily at the combination of our bodies and his girth penetrating my inner gateway. Something was not entirely suitable, and Hephaestus began to shift sideways on the bed as I hovered, bewildered, just above him. 

“Can you watch in the mirror now?” He growled. Ohhh, gods! Hephaestus had positioned our bodies so that I might watch in the armoire mirror. Clever, clever Hephaestus. 

In between orgasms, when I leaned back to rest my palms on his colossal thighs, Hephaestus wetted his thumb and dexterously swirled my pearl, bringing my body back to orgasm. The power would force him from my body as I shook in holy euphoria. Each silken feather of my elegant wings fluttered from the cool air and our rocking movements. My Inner Goddess moaned in keen satisfaction. Over and over, I used his glorious body as his salacious words sent my mind and body spinning into the universe. 

Holding pressure on the back of my thighs, freezing me in my kneeling position, Hephaestus wriggled his head between my legs. Heavens, his hot breath on the sensitive skin of my thighs had my Inner Goddess limp with need. One long lick that felt like three tongues combined as Hephaestus caressed and adored my goddess. I cannot relay his specific technique, the suction of his lips, or the movement of his tongue, but for the first time in my life, I understood how a woman could crave sitting on a man’s face. In the following 20 minutes, Hephaestus enveloped me in the best oral gift I had ever received. I fought to hold myself up, afraid I would drown him in my nectar or weight, but his vast arms wrapped around my pale thighs, holding me firmly in place as he moaned beneath me. 

At last, my legs, numb from holding my quaking body upright, gave out, and I collapsed on the bed beside Hephaestus. Licking his lips and grinning like a fool, Hephaestus fetched my water bottle. He allowed me to drink deeply, the arctic water chilling my throat, but his fingers slowly explored the folds of my goddess, working ever deeper. I lay back, the water bottle settled on the headboard, when my attention was abruptly required back on my body. Hephaestus had found my inner jewel. My Inner Goddess utterly ignored my request to adjust the waterproof blanket beneath our hips. We were too far gone. 

“That’s…what…mattress covers…are for!” My Inner Goddess vaguely reasoned as Hephaestus honed his fingers in response to my arched body. Screams and nectar flooded from my body. 

Licking his fingers, Hephestus towered above my whimpering body, lifting my feet to his enormous pecs as he moved between my legs. Like a steam engine, Hephaestus thundered against me with supreme vigor. Gods, I screamed, my face buried between my arms, elbows jutting upwards as I clutched the edge of the mattress at my head. The Lord of Fire erupted with a great bellow as I seized his body in our mutual volcanic release.

Our bodies did not glisten but dripped with sweat. I weakly crawled across the bed to Hephaestus’ prone form and, despite the heat, cuddled against his body. My soul sighed at the intimate embrace as his broad arms wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into his body. 

We lay for a long time talking, caressing, and resting. The sun had set, and the room faintly glowed from the string of lights tucked around the headboard. The afterglow was a beautiful moment, and both agreed on the importance of the connection after the initial intimacy. Hephaestus was funny and kept me in rapt attention and laughter at his stories and anecdotes. 

I was just beginning to think of rising, concluding that our evening was drawing to an end when Hephaestus’ lazy thumb just “happened” to glide over my still-slick pearl. My Inner Goddess gasped. I blinked in surprise at her reaction. Was she not sated and curled up in her silk nightgown asleep? Apparently, I was incredibly wrong as Hephaestus licked his thumb and returned it to my swelling pearl, adding his fingers within my goddess. 

Hephaestus moved to kneel beside me, causing his heavy girth to hang just in reach of my lips. Two could play this teasing game! I licked and devoured him, swallowing his jutting head. Hephaestus sought to distract me, his fingers a blind fury within my goddess as I flooded the sheets beneath me. I released his glory to scream as I pressed my forehead against his leg for support. When Hephaestus slowed, I returned my attention to his girth, one hand cupping his swaying jewels, the other pressed onto his formidable buttock as I buried my nose against his groin. We repeated the exchange until the warmth of my nectar tickled the base of my neck.

At last, Hephaestus bid me hold still. My right fist tightened and froze its grip on his glory. His eyes widened, and Hephaestus looked down at me as my tongue hovered under his pulsing head. With a guttural groan, hot nectar shot into my waiting mouth and lips. My Inner Goddess grinned at the taste. Mmm, I swirled his still throbbing head, careful with the exceedingly sensitive tip. 

I was in for yet another carnal surprise as Hephaestus dropped a second gold foil onto the headboard and bent my legs over my head. Hephaestus was indeed a god in his unfailing vigor and vitality, forcing his thick head over and over my inner jewel as I continued to cover the bed in my nectar. My hands alternated, clinging to his great body and clawing the sheets until, at last, we both exploded in joint orgasmic triumph. 

“How was that possible?” My Inner Goddess mumbled as she tried reorientating herself against his sprawled body. The powerful Hephaestus had himself cum an impressive three times1 I shook my head in wonder. The gods and goddesses of Olympus never cease to impress and mystify me. 

Once more, we relaxed, pleased to drift in the magic of the afterglow. The room darkened as our fingers caressed our cooling skin, and my mind strayed toward sleep. Our conversation flowed unforced or awkwardly until, with a last sigh, we began to rise. I rolled onto my stomach, intending to get up, but the shock of the cold sheets had my hips lifting off the sopping sheets. Hephaestus took the opportunity to bury his face between upraised hips. I gasped at his energetic lapping. One hand circled under my waist to hoist my hips higher while the other encouraged my legs further apart to better his angle. My face and Inner Goddess moaned into the sheets at the god’s renewed attention. Thankfully and disappointedly, Hephaestus did not linger long, the hour growing ever later.

I ushered him into a hot shower while I stripped the bed. My Inner Goddess could not stop grinning. A god was in our shower, and fresh sheets were required for our bed. What a magnificent evening it had been. 

The nude god strode into the front room in all his naked glory, teasingly questioning how on earth his clothes had scattered everywhere. My Inner Goddess could only shrug in mock innocence. My legs crisscrossed beneath me, a soft floral robe draped about my shoulders as I watched Hephaestus clothe his massive form. My nose detected his cologne once more, and I struggled to steady my Inner Goddess at the heady scent. 

Long, deep kisses at the door, combined with the cologne, had my Inner Goddess in a full swoon as I locked the door behind the great Hephaestus. With a grin as wide as a succubus’, I turned left toward the kitchen, away from the bedroom to the right. I ferreted around the small freezer for my hidden chocolate lava cake. The occasion was no emergency but a triumphant celebration! Contented, I settled my exhausted body into the couch cushions as the washing machine rumbled in the far room. The bed could wait for fresh linens. Right now, I simply wanted to bask in my vibrant glow and eat chocolate cake. 

Until next time, XO Elsie