January 2024 – Audio Version

I had been eying the long hand of the clock for the last 20 minutes, anxiously counting down the minutes until it reached its vertical stance, signaling my release from responsible adulthood. In the last 15 minutes, I accomplished all the essential preparations thanks to the perks of my occasional work-from-home. Excusing myself to the “restroom,” I freshened, removed my panties, and hastily applied a bit of scented oil to my already dampening slit. I was back at my couch desk at five minutes until the top of the hour. I felt my toes curl and uncurl as I assumed an air of nonchalance and busied myself with pretend work. Honestly, how many people really accomplish anything in the last moments of their day job? I sighed. My Inner Goddess felt like an overwrought racehorse, rearing in the starting gate, all pent-up energy begging to be released! Would 5 PM never arrive?

For the past nine hours, Jack had sagely worked beside me. In the past few months, we discovered a way to coordinate my rotating work-from-home days with his own, seeing that his profession offered him the same luxury. I appreciated Jack’s keen sense of personal duty and mutual respect for our chosen vocations. To the passing stranger, we must have looked the sublime image of domesticity: Jack in his casual plaid flannel and me in my Red Panda Onsie. Yes, that’s right. An advantage of working from home includes dressing how I please, and cloudy bluster days practically stipulate something cozy, even if it is a bit juvenile. Though absorbed with mundane spreadsheets and customer calls, we found solace as we semi-relaxed on the couch/bed, screens before us, savoring the other’s company and partaking in sandwiches and endearing kisses over our laptops. However, my Inner Goddess, whose patience was sorely tested to the nth degree, begged to be unleashed. 

4:55 PM. 4:56 PM. 4:56 PM. My Inner Goddess pulled at her hair while concurrently glaring at me. While it was most likely acceptable to close my laptop and call it a day a few moments early, my staggering sense of obligation and fear of losing my posting prevented me from cutting corners and calling it a day just yet. 4:57 PM. Good Heavens!! Was time intentionally dallying??

4:59 PM. That was it. My Inner Goddess had been exceedingly patient, but enough was enough. Red Pandas are hardly known for their ferocity, but tetchy Inner Goddesses are an entirely different story. With a wicked gleam in her eye, my Inner Goddess turned to Jack and pounced. Though outwardly erudite, to his credit, Jack was primed. I believe he, too, had been anxiously counting down the seconds. The smile that lit his face fanned my desperate need, and my entire being wriggled in hunger as I straddled his lap. I cupped his handsome face in my small hands. Our spirits materialized like a diaphanous vapor, coiling, twirling, and blending in the heat of our kisses, true kisses (not the ENDEARING pecks of the past few hours). Yearning consumed us in urgent passion.   

I could not discard my oversized Red Panda suit fast enough, which led to much fumbling and laughter. Why had I chosen to wear it again? I supposed I could have changed into something alluring, but then Jack would have surmised my nefarious intentions with his body. As I struggled, Jack unbuckled and shimmied his pants down. The heat of his naked lower extremities was a welcome pleasure as I resumed my seat in his lap.

I took the opportunity to grind over his prominence, relishing the gliding slickness and the teasing pressure of his ridged glory over my pearl and around my moist curtains. I threw my head back, eyes closed just feeling our bodies. Eventually, reaching between us, I guided him, lowering myself down his erect sarsen inches until he was wholly mine. He felt sublime. Neither of us moved. There was no animalistic rocketing of hips, not yet. There was simply the beautiful stillness of a perfect amalgamation. The sacred beauty was immeasurable, incomparable. While I had intended to delay and vex my Inner Goddess a bit, frozen in our immobility, I could already sense the internal orgasmic ocean swelling and rising in high tide. It began by lapping at my chubby little toes, burgeoning over my ample hips in its contradictory coolness and burning heat. I could feel my need surging just under and then over my breasts.

Breath halting, hearts racing, we found our rhythm. I alternated between bouncing and grinding over him, with my body imprisoned between his fierce grasp on my narrow waist. I gripped the lapels of his flannel shirt and, to my surprise, found the soft material to be an excellent handhold. At the intensity of my blossoming orgasms, my fingernails did not dig into my balled palms or cling to his shoulders, nails threatening to shred Jack’s muscular back as my convulsing, tormented body clung to him. Perhaps…I would request he wear a similar button-down more often!

With a rumbling growl, followed by my astonished giggle, Jack’s strong arm encircled my waist as he manhandled me down onto the couch, hovering on all fours above me. The atrocious length of his glory remained firmly embedded within its cocoon through the entire repositioning. This was not Jack’s first accomplishment of this lascivious feat; nonetheless, it never failed to make my Inner Goddess swoon in dizzying glee.

Jack’s dominating hips rose and fell with terrifying precision. Lifting my head, I watched the glistening member withdraw and pause before slamming into me. Gods of heaven, I thought I would split in twain! I held on to his rippling deltoids as I continued my observation. Over and over, Jack strove in wondrous consistency.

However, something about the view was strikingly different this time. We lay on the couch/bed of my tiny living room, feet angled toward the wide patio doors. The westerly January sun was just setting behind the peak of the neighboring rooftops. Frosty sunbeams poured directly into the space, spilling over our entwined bodies to shine like a spotlight between us. The radiance set Jack’s slick glory and tight jewels alight in resplendent gold and cast a striking silhouette over my abdomen. 

I lay transfixed at the sight. In the dazzling luster, the surrounding enchantment became optically perceptible, playfully drifting and slowly dancing around us. I wanted to beg Jack to momentarily suspend his bombardment so that I might fully embrace the enthralling moment. I yearned to witness the visible magic so often sensed but so rarely seen. Even my Inner Goddess was nearly mute at the vision with every withdrawal, her voice only returning with a guttural moan at every punishing thrust. 

The entire affair was so utterly bewitching as I joined the ethereal luminescence in orgasmic bliss that I barely registered the detail of my head no longer resting on the couch but hovering over the edge. Jack’s aggressive barrage had quite literally pounded my body to the very edge. My hazel eyes flicked to his dark amber ones. I chuckled; the devilish glint told me Jack was keenly aware of my growing predicament. My Inner Goddess huffed. Two could play that game! I surreptitiously allowed my body to be further worked to the contour of the furniture. 

The moment a large portion of my shoulders were dangling over the brink, I threw back my arms over my head, palms flat to the floor, throat fully exposed and arched. Pressing my weight into my hands, I levitated my spine off the couch in an exaggerated crescent. Jack’s tight handhold kept our bodies sealed as my hips followed my shoulders, gracefully arching in the fading blaze of the setting star. The contortion of my sprightly body on Jack was instant and bloody brilliant. The animalistic growl sent shivers down my arms as his attack redoubled in fury. I wish I could have beheld his roguish features. Considering that my face was currently upside down, with my crown only inches from the floor and my face scrunched, immutable in my orgasmic release, I would have to rely on my imagination and past experience to mentally detail the chiseled image. 

In the barely perceptible trough of an orgasmic wave, Jack heaved my body back onto the couch, his hands twisting my hips until I was prone, and then hiked them heavenward, cheek flat on the damp bedding. My Inner Goddess bit her knuckle in delight. She made a note to praise him later for his expert manhandling. At that moment, precious breath was forced from my lungs by the brutal resurgence of his madcap glory. Without hesitation, Jack thrust within and, rather rudely, butted into my inner gate. An unladylike squeak exited my lips along with the last of my oxygen. The unexpected pain caused my watery eyes to blink repeatedly until the sweet agony melted away in the blissful release. Every discerning, Jack had momentarily paused, but the moment my Inner Goddess pressed my derriere into his abdomen, Jack ruthlessly resumed his savage rampage. According to my recovering body, it was a little too soon, but my Inner Goddess was beyond rational reason in her rebounding gratification. 

Nothing made my Inner Goddess happier than my face screwed into the comforter blanketing the couch, my fingers white in their handhold. She was in her element as my body burst and reformed over and over in climactic glee. I could feel the cheeks of my buttocks reddening in reaction to the continuing abuse. I groaned as Jack used the weight of his body to flatten my form, bosom, and abdomen flush with the bedding. Gods above, Jack’s extraordinary crown continued to besiege my tender inner gate, sending a cocktail of ultimate pleasure and pain coursing through and igniting the last of my energy reserves. 

Just when I thought the magic of our connection could not deepen or my orgasms claim more of my petite and exhausted form, my Inner Goddess welcomed Jack’s intimate release with salacious exuberance. Groans and screams intermingled, creating a symphony of sounds on the protesting couch and married with the slapping of naked flesh on naked flesh. Though our glistening bodies gradually subsided, the blood still roared in my ears, and my lungs were slow to refill. 

Jack removed himself from my prone body, allowing his spent body to grow slack against the back of the couch. On the other hand, I could not move. My sprawled nude body felt fused to the furniture – forevermore a permanent fixture in my living room. The impossible absurdity of thought sent my Inner Goddess into a spasm of hysterical laughter. How would a tease and entice Jack or even a future god? My body joined in the chortling fun, pointing out the more serious issue: what about food?!

My rapidly cooling body sought the warmth and comfort of Jack’s embrace. I awkwardly negotiated my feeble form 180 degrees until, with a contented sigh, I rested my head on his thigh. Jack’s fingers stroked my sapphire hair just above my temples. I felt every muscle relax, and my eyes shut at the intimacy. Heavens above that had been glorious and unquestionably worth the wait. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie