February 2024 – Audio Version

There are several recent moments wherein my Inner Goddess took absolute devilish delight in instigating or participating. These recollections stroked her ego, engendering her snowy feathers to ruffle in self-satisfied happiness. Here they are as follows.

Devilish Delight One – Waking a Man From the Depths of His Slumber. 

I had been awake for some time, perusing my social media platforms, while Jack’s peaceful mind traversed the astral dimension. Eventually, I rolled onto my side, facing Jack’s sculpted face. Faint squelching noises followed my adjustment. It seemed my thighs were already slick with my morning need. Despite all the disruption, Jack’s breath and soft whiffling snore maintained their steady cadence. 

My Inner Goddess gave a wicked grin as I slid my tiny hand over the muscular curve of his thigh, my seeking fingertips not resting until they found the loose folds of his sleepy jewels. My fingers gathered up the warm pouch, carefully caressing it so as not to startle the sleeping king. A slight moan issued from his parted lips but nothing more, encouraging me to continue my gentle ministrations. I concentrated on Jack’s face through the feeble morning light, just inches from my own. My fingers continued to swirl, slightly kneading his jewels, but his handsome face remained slack, breath steady as he remained a guest of the Dream Lord. My Inner Goddess’ smile grew ever more profound as mischievous ideas begged to become reality. Jack had no idea what was in store for him!

Bit by bit, my fingers crept up to be sleepy glory, reposing in the valley between his tight abdomen and angular hip bone. Even in his drowsy state, my Inner Goddess gave a little pant at his sleepy proportions. Gingerly, I massaged, tightening my grip around his girth. My movements were slow. I intended to gradually lift him through the gray mist of sleep. A second moan greeted the morning, evaporating my restraint. I lifted the creamy covers slightly, swiftly dipping my head beneath before the warm air trapped beneath the linens could be replaced by the cool spring breeze drifting in through the open window. I yearned for Jack to wake to my moist lips around his glorious phallus, certainly not the abrupt cool gust of air rushing under the sheets. 

It was a challenging task to restrain my Inner Goddess from wiggling my body in anticipation lest I wake Jack before I could get into position. I rounded over his loins. My Inner Goddess practically drooled as she unfurled her wings in anticipation of her breakfast. Delicately, I lifted the gradually awakening crown to my mouth, vocalizing my own moan at the sweet nectar emerging to ooze from the narrow slit of his rounded tip. A proper groan rumbled from the sheets above me, and I perceived Jack was now truly awake and commencing to arch his hips against my face. With this heartfelt consent, I began my adoration in earnest, pulling and sucking him deep into the void of my throat, swirling and licking with my tongue. My Inner Goddess gloated, feeling the covers tighten over me as his hands gripped the sheets in his concentration. 

Before Jack could pull me northward to straddle his hips, I clambered beneath the linens and mounted him of my own volition. My original intention had been to seduce him to the finish line, imbibing every drop of his honeyed nectar as I drained his dense jewels. Nevertheless, the dark abyss of my delicate was greedy and insensitive, crying for gratification until I could ignore the gnawing chasm no longer. Now the growing, swelling fullness within my slit bathed me in lust and forced my eyes to roll back as my first orgasm washed over me. My nails dug into the flesh of his ribs as my throat warbled with ecstasy. 

As my need ebbed, I peeked down at Jack to see the Cheshire grin expand from one ear to the other. My selfish enjoyment had put my bouncing breasts and arched body on full display for Jack’s appreciative amusement. I chuckled, and my cheeks turned a rosy hue under his fixed regard.

I poured myself over his body, my ample bosom heavy against his breastbone, kisses dripping from my lips as I bent my head toward his waiting lips. I inhaled his warm breath, taking his soul into my lungs while my hands cupped his face. His ethos consumed me, ardor flushing my face and heating my naked form at the intensity of his vigorous masculinity. At the insistency of my Inner Goddess, I ruefully broke free, pushing the covers to the boundaries of the mattress and exposing our pulsing bodies to the morning sunbeams. I felt glorious and regal atop him, a proud queen of all I surveyed and the waiting king between my legs. 

After a few more intense orgasms that left my skin sensitive to the very morning breeze, I found myself panting in recovery, prone on my back, calves resting on Jack’s broad shoulders. An unexpected squeak slipped out as the first intrusive thrust breached my inner gate. The sharp but ephemeral hurt pricked my attention and widened my pupils. A blush flamed my cheeks but quickly morphed into a full body stain as I submitted to the waves pounding my petite frame. My Inner Goddess squealed, pressing my heels down to arch my hips upward and increase Jack’s penetrating barrage as the sheets quickly dampened beneath me.

Truly awake and in full command of his awesome power, Jack flipped me a second time, now onto my hands and knees, his palms spread over my hipbones as he yanked my tiny form back. Gasping from my climaxes and suspense, I unconsciously bit my lip until I detected a faint trace of copper on my tongue. Holding my breath, I urged my body to loosen, but my muscles and Inner Goddess were far too primed, ready to spring into the throws of carnal lust. As our bodies collided and my buttocks rebounded against him, I elevated my hips while dropping my head and shoulders to the rumpled embrace of the bedding. 

My muffled cries ranged from high shrieks when his thick tip invaded the gates of my inner gateway, dropping to an inhuman growl as his swollen head demanded obeisance from my wanton inner jewel as the mammoth within me retreated. My growl lengthened as Jack invaded once more, his plunging ridge dominating the copious bundle of nerves composing my inner jewel—groan, shriek, groan…groan, shriek, groan. My throat grew dry and raw, my Inner Goddess diverting all fluids until my slit joined my cacophony with sloppy splashes. 

The sloshy noises were having a magnificent effect on Jack. I was compelled to lower my hips and straighten my legs, his powerful hands pressed into my lower back for his support. Through the thick fog of my eternal orgasms, a tiny warning light flashed, and I thought I might snap in half at the compressing weight. Oddly, the mental image was an adrenaline rush for my Inner Goddess, and she practically wriggled in lecherous happiness as the moisture beneath me spread to an all-consuming lagoon and our volatile bodies ruptured in the heat of our release like a thousand celebratory rockets. 

Devilish Delight Two – My Pencil Skirt Hiked Around My Waist. 

My lunch hour is all too short a break to sate the needs of my rapacious Inner Goddess. Still, she would not be denied forcing her request as I toyed with Jack, unsure whether we had time to quench her need. There is always the niggling fear that once freed from captivity, my Inner Goddess will throw caution to the wind, choosing to soar beyond earshot and wreak havoc on my personal life. She is strong-willed and not the most obedient. I weighed the risk of her release as I eyed the dining room timepiece, indifferent to my dilemma. 

As my thighs spread over his lap, my Inner Goddess shrieked in triumph while the fabric of my pencil skirt stretched beyond reason, the threads in peril of snapping. I shifted the material higher, easing the constricting cotton and exposing more of my pale thighs. Shadowing my advances, Jack’s brawny arms wrapped around my back, fingers locating the dress zipper and dextrously drawing its head from the nape of my neck, sliding it effortlessly down the ladder of my spine to the small of my back. The widening V disclosed the fine line of my derriere and the absence of any delicates. I allowed the cinereal fabric to fall from my shoulders and imperceptively shivered as Jack’s breath wafted over my lace-clad cleavage. I bared my neck, welcoming his feral embrace, head tilted, sapphire curls cascading over my left shoulder. There was no hope for me now. I was powerless under the overwhelming enchantment of his virile masculinity, my Inner Goddess hovering aloft on snowy wings. 

His jeans evaporated by some force of magic, and I melted down his straining rigidity. Heaven help me! I clung to him as the world fuzzed, and my vision blurred, euphoria replacing the ichor of my veins. My fingernails viciously dug into the folds of his shirt as my Inner Goddess writhed. Waves of desire pulsed and hummed through and around me as Jack’s sturdy hands supported my narrow waist, mightily lifting from and then savagely plunging me down every inch of his obelisk. 

Enchantment hummed, oscillating and intensifying every time my hips fell with a delectable smack against his thighs. I drew him to my naked, tender bosom, transporting us to the heavens. Tendrils of orgasmic fire quivered over my skin, licking my flesh like invisible flames. My Inner Goddess groaned with utter abandon as she opened my floodgates, and I blanketed his body in my moist nectar. 

It was there, in the pure abandon of heavenly intimacy, that I felt Jack’s engorged glory surge and spout, coating my cocoon as I convulsed in dazzling rapture. Nameless colors burst in brilliant tones behind my eyelids, my thoughts only on the exquisite ravishing of my feminine. I clung to him as our pleasure spiked, the palpable inferno consuming like rolling waves, drowning our minds in a flood of oxytocin and dopamine. 

Recovering first, his gentle kisses on my exposed neck made my heart flutter, and my soul feebly settled back into my body. A silly, sappy grin spread over my face while my heart continued to skip erratically in the afterglow. His hands, never still, slowly traced the damp curves of my body. 

Gods of Olympus, how was I going to reassemble myself and return to work with an air of innocence? Did I even have the strength to rise? My Inner Goddess gave a superior smile as I rested my face in the crook of his neck. The day could be delayed just one more minute while I relished the spoiling afterglow of my Love. I gave a great sigh as my muscles relaxed against his lean, recumbent form on the couch. The crazy magnetism of this magnificent man would never cease to amaze and spoil me. 

Devilish Delight Three – I Surprise Myself!

We had hurried to the bedroom on my return from work. Our clothes vanished in record time, and I surrendered my weight onto the bed. As lithe as a panther and a predatory gleam to match, Jack’s athletic form prowled up my body. On my drive home, my focus had been on the yearning for the intimate attention of his lips and the artful seduction of his tongue on my throbbing pearl. Yet his body and ravening moves stole the air from my lungs, and all my mind could focus on was how desperately I ached to feel him stretch and distend the aching pit inside me. 

Heavens! Fill me, he did, suffusing my mind, body, and soul with his very presence. My Inner Goddess gloried as his crushing weight settled over me, and I wrapped my arms about him, nearly hanging from him as his swollen length strove to reach my navel. Hungerly, I looked between our slamming bodies, witnessing the behemoth bury itself in its lair, ebb, and plunge again with authoritative dominion. The indecent sight was riveting, transforming my Inner Goddess into an aphrodisiacal gooey puddle, while spawning something that bubbled and seethed within me. 

To my abundant incredulity and slight horror, I watched as a geyser began to spurt and then fountain from my simulated pearl. I was rigorously squirting from the pressure of his flared, ovid head as it unerringly toiled over my inner jewel. My wide eyes remained glued to the slick glory, intently fulfilling its mission. My mind invariably raced with stunned questions. What curious magic triggered such a response?! Was it something I did? What was he doing differently? How could I repeat this? Pickles! I didn’t put a waterproof barrier down!! 

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!!” Cried my spasming Inner Goddess to my rambling mind. 

Seemingly of its own accord, my wellspring sustained its fountain of sparkling fluid as Jack increased the momentum and depth of his volleying attack. Spurred and overcome, lit with a climactic fire, I threw my impassioned head back as I writhed at the devastating capacity of Jack’s ardent power and ballooning majesty. My hips bucked in response, begging to receive the punishing fury at my deepest core. Wordlessly, Jack wholeheartedly assented, and I knew nothing more until the sun had set and the programmed lights of my sanctuary flickered awake. 

Much later, I lay limp against his heaving chest, our bodies damp and glistening from our mutual exertion. Contentment flickered here and there in the small room like tiny fireflies as the spell dissipated along with the fading sunlight. It was only then that I noticed the cooling lake beneath us. I blushed, cognizant that Jack lay in the majority of the drenched sheets. Eyes closed, arms tight about me, he seemed blissfully unaware of his soggy circumstances. My Inner Goddess cuddled closer to his naked chest and wickedly simpered at her impressive achievement. 

Fourth – Deepest Embarrassment 

The tiny noir lace clung to my body by two thin straps over my shoulder, and fat twin ribbons formed into a giant silken bow tied neatly between my bosom. The most audacious facet of the new garment was the two thin straps that neatly framed my slit, impertinently displaying my delicate in all its nude glory. While the majority of the lingerie modeled my romantic and sensual style with its close fit and filigree lace, it was by far the most daring article in my wardrobe. 

Gazing at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, a scarlet blush heated my cheeks at the risque exhibition. I had never worn anything quite so vulgar and had nearly returned it on its arrival. Yet my Inner Goddess argued that the ease of access while still wearing my négligée was highly appealing. Resolute in my choice, I gave a final tug to the bow and smoothed the lace gracing the hump of my derriere. Satisfied with my appearance, I tiptoed down the hall toward my Love. I hesitated, waiting just on the outskirts of the living room as, with a beep, he finished his necessary telephone conversation. 

“I’m all done, Babe.” He called to me, unaware of my close proximity. 

At his words, my heart began to thump erratically. Ready for her runway walk, my Inner Goddess ruffled her sumptuous feathers. Barefoot, I lifted onto invisible stilettos and abandoned the shadowy safety of the hallway for the shimmering brilliance of my living room.

I paused in the middle of the room, waiting expectantly, yet mute as I waited to catch his eye. Jack continued to sort the last of his work papers without looking up. My Inner Goddess was bouncing in seventh heaven because what Jack did not know was that in addition to my flaunting finery, nestled between my rounded buttocks was a silver plug complete with a quarter-size petal pink jewel crowning the end. Though we had had casual conversations about such intimate things, this would be a first with Jack. 

So why that night? My need to feel bursting and overindulged in multiple areas of my body had grown exponentially thanks to Jack’s vivid imagination and his diligent internet surfing. Internally rumbling and hissing like a pressure cooker, I could wait no longer to relieve the tension, determined to sate the consuming vacuum by all means possible. 

As I waited, an impish light gleamed from the corners of my eyes. Jack was in for a masterful surprise if only he would look up. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, intentionally rustling the latticework encasing my body. Jack’s stare WAS EVERYTHING a girl could wish for! His fingers fumbled with the computer cords he had been attempting to unravel, only worsening the situation. After struggling a moment more, he said, “screw it,” and practically pounced at me. His arms encompassed me as he towered over me, his body rigid against me. I beamed with happiness at his aggressive kisses and glowed vividly with the knowledge of my yet undetected secret.  

Caught up in boyish enthusiasm, Jack released my lips, tucked his shoulder into my navel, and threw me over his back, carrying me to the bedroom like a triumphant firefighter. I squealed and giggled the whole way as the flat his palm alternated smacks onto each lace-trimmed buttock, and his steady feet thudded across the wooden floorboards. Jack placed me on the bed with a gentle plop, his eyes glittering anomalistically at my initiation and striking filigree accouterment. 

Jack remained flatfooted at the bedside, bent at a 90-degree angle over me. I enveloped my arms and legs around him like a monkey as I angled and wiggled my hips to indicate my readiness. While my shameless slit might have preferred at least a “hello” kiss and maybe his swirling tongue over my silken pearl, my desolate depth craved him with an anguished ache that would, again,  not be denied.

With a slight flick of the material, Jack released his straining granite from behind the soft fabric of his loungers and pressed his regal crown between my moist folds. With my ankles on his shoulders, I nearly levitated off the mattress at the overwhelming fullness, the burning heat racing along my skin at my quickly exploding orgasm. Not only were we both fully dressed, but my Inner Goddess was reasonably sure Jack had yet to ascertain our naughty gift. Nevertheless, temple to temple, my Inner Goddess caught Jack’s fulsome groan, and she squealed at her conquest. 

However, I was slightly disappointed in my situation. Oh no, not at Jack, but my surprise was failing me! My toy box contained only two sizes of plugs: Small and X-large. The reason for this is a long and laborious story, and I will not bore you with the details. While Jack was preoccupied with work, I had attempted to situate the X-large toy within the confines of my unmentionable for nearly a quarter of an hour! Granted, there had been no preparation leading up to my initial attempt. I had foolishly assumed it would just fit! To my Inner Goddess’ profound frustration, it was not going to happen! Not too phased, I implanted the smaller device and thought little about it. After all, a plug was a plug, and it was my first time in over a year. My Inner Goddess seethed and was barely mullified by my revealing garment. She wanted to be packed, not lightly stimulated. 

Yet, with my cocoon appropriately gorged with Jack’s stone-like phallus, I found the Small plug barely noticeable. Sure, my mental state was incensed by the situation, but as my Inner Goddess’ had rightly guessed, it failed to provide the craved stuffing she demanded. She was righteously unimpressed and gave me a withering look. What happened to envisioning the feeling of having every orifice taken by another for their own amusement and satisfaction? We might as well have left the pathetic silver plug hidden in its satin bag in the bottom drawer. But what could I have done?? I countered to my irritable Inner Goddess. I had made an earnest attempt – enduring the ring of fire and everything!! Perhaps the minuscule device created an invigorating variable for Jack.

“Feel. Anything. Different?” I moaned, legs visibly shaking between devastating orgasms.

“Maybe?” Jack’s face took on a concentrated look as if searching to ascertain my meaning.

Our reverie slightly shifted by my inquiry. Jack took advantage of the interruption to shed his clothing. Simultaneously, I untied the bow and parted the ribbons, concealing my voluptuous breasts, but I did not drop my ankles from his shoulders as Jack stepped out of his pants. Rather, I leveraged my hips upward and wiggled, hoping the golden lamplight would catch the jewel in my rosebud. The Fates were on my side. The jewel shimmered and intercepted his gaze. The responsive growl sent goosebumps bolting over my breasts, and I shimmed suggestively for a bit more of his bewitched attention. 

Charging me, he grabbed my waist. Jack unceremoniously thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt, his heavy jewels slapping against my naked skin, the edges still trimmed by the black lace. My arms twisted between the columns of his straining arms, over his flexed back to curl around, allowing my fingers to cling to his shoulders. I nearly hung from him, my weight settling on the top of my throwback head. Orgasms burst through my veins like firecrackers, my Inner Goddess sublime in her element as his feral groans and the heavy sounds of slamming bodies filled my sanctuary.

And then…there was another sound. A sound NO ONE wants to hear in the middle of climactic transcendence. The heavy clatter of a metal object hitting wooden floorboards, not once but bouncing multiple times before rolling into silence. Horror washed over my face at the realization. Like a cannonball, the force of my orgasms had shot the metal device from my unmentionable and across the room!!! My hasty prayers to all the saints that the noise would go unnoticed by Jack went unanswered. Though disappointed, I was not surprised he noticed the commotion. Not even my brazen cries had been able to mask the mortifying racket. 

“Umm, I think you dropped something.” Jack’s governing hips did not falter in their assault. Palms glued to my waist, he continued his volatile drive.

“I ‘dropped something!?!?!?’” My Inner Goddess shrieked in alarm. “Ya, think?!!?”

A sniffling intake of breath on my part hooked my Inner Goddess’ focus and she turned to me. 

“Nooooo, no, no, no!!!!” She attempted to soothe me. “It’s not a big deal!! He barely noticed!! We’ll pretend it never happened and never speak of it again! It’s funny, it’s funny – laugh with me!!!”

In my humiliating laugh-or-cry situation, I did laugh. Let it be known that it is exceedingly challenging to belly laugh while having your insides repositioned by a stubborn and committed king. Between wheezing gasps, I tried relying this to Jack, hoping for a brief reprieve to finish my laugh and catch my breath. It was hopeless. Jack would not be diverted from his mission and strove even harder, chasing the laughter away with cataclysmic fervor.

“Come here! I want to try something.” Came the half-command, half-instruction. Jack had to repeat himself before I could appropriately respond. 

With my ankles still on his shoulders, Jack gathered me to his chest, my fingers laced and encircling his neck, and proceeded to lift me into the air! The august king, each hand cupping one of my buttocks, commenced launching me upward and effectively bouncing me on his ruthless, granite glory. My body hung from him, contorted into a perfect V, with my nose brushing his hairless chest as Jack impaled me over and over, effectively ringing from every ounce of pleasure from my tiny body. My eyes nearly bulged from their sockets at the potency of my climaxes, my mind frozen in cosmic wonder, and wordless screams echoed and reverberated off four walls of my sanctuary. 

Jack gently placed me on the bed, barely giving me a second to catch my breath. He was in superb form, with limitless strength and boundless vitality. His zeal and stamina were matchless. My Inner Goddess cocked an eyebrow, noting that we should not be too quick to discount ourselves. We were undoubtedly holding our own!

I heaved a sigh of relief, stretching my sore muscles and savoring the silky cotton sheets against my weary body. The repose was shortlived. Ordered onto all fours, I hastily obeyed like a good girl. I repositioned and waggled my generous derriere, waiting for him to take custody. My pulse raced as he stationed himself behind me, hands firmly planted on my soft waist. Gods, there were times when being a woman felt like a delectable privilege. A penetrating force broke through my reverie. I crushed the feathery pillow to my face, and copious breasts flattened to the mattress as I screamed my joy, my happiness, and my incalculable release. 

In the radiating ecstasy that can only be experienced in the purring afterglow of unreserved intimacy, we separated—blissful and giggling at our spontaneity, vast, mutual drives, and the sheer happiness of simply being alive. And then I remembered the errant plug! Maybe the “incident” could be swept under the rug and never, EVER discussed again. 

“Gods,” I begged. “Please do not let him find it before I do!!!” I noiselessly implored.

The Deities of Olympus were not so kind. With a grin as wide as the Mississippi plastered to his face, Jack stepped off the bed and gathered his clothes. Pausing, he blithely bent and picked up the jilted device, handing it to me with a nonchalant “There it is!”

“DON’T FREAKING TOUCH IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My Inner Goddess shrieked in supreme shame!! 

I recognize that I hold a rather unhealthy perspective pertaining to my nethermost domain, even to the point of denying its existence in polite company. My Victorian-oriented mind would be most comfortable if it simply did not exist. This viewpoint wholeheartedly applies to my own and other people’s nethers. If truth be told, it had taken me months to gather my courage and rummage through my toy box for my plugs. My apprehension that something disastrous would transpire prevented me from enjoying an ordinary act, and now nearly the worst possible thing that could have happened – happened!!!! 

Yet, Jack comported himself with ease, acting like shooting a metal plug from one’s derriere was a normal phenomenon and not something worth getting worked up about. Nevertheless, my Inner Goddess covered her sheepish face with both hands as she retreated to her velvet chaise, and my mind set about vigorously scrubbing the unspeakable memory from my mental cortex. I falsely assumed that was the end of that. 

Nonetheless, the gods have a rare sense of humor. The next day, as Jack was wont to do, various memes lit my mobile device. One in particular caught my eye: “Making her laugh is just as important as making her cum.” Followed by Jack’s pronouncement, “truth.”

“I love how much laughter we share.” My innocent message flew back.

“Me, too! Like a butt plug falling out of your a$$! And me: ‘um, I think you dropped something!’” Jack responded.

“Omg – if I could wipe one memory from your mind!” Came my hasty response. My Inner Goddess was not sure she could ever show her face again.  

“Lol, I’m laughing so hard right now! No need to be embarrassed. It was funny! You laughed more than I did!” He rejoined. 

“It was a laugh or cry situation, and if I cried, sex would end, and I REALLY wanted sex.”

“Lol, I’m glad you laughed!” Jack sent back. “That was a lot of fun!”

And though some of me wished to die quietly of embarrassment, my heart still glowed like the brightest star, leaving me to marvel at yet another example of our profound compatibility. What I found embarrassing, shame canvasing my frame in shades of scarlet, Jack found amusing and managed to make light of a situation I would happily have buried and never mentioned again. Moreover, because of his lightheartedness, my Inner Goddess was not as loath to make a future attempt, on the strict understanding that it would be with a Medium-sized toy. On that note, I suppose it’s time for a little spicy shopping!!

Until next time, XO. Elsie