October 2023 – Audio Version

“Just break through the door!” My Inner Goddess ordered. “You know he’s already waiting. You told him the exact time you would arrive! He’s waiting…just go!”

My fist hesitated above the wooden door. I merely had to knock. However, proper etiquette dictated I adhere to social protocol, and so I rapped on the door. It opened almost instantly. Jack caught me in his arms. In a dizzying sweep, I was lifted into the air and held aloft with the passion and zeal of his kisses. I felt weightless and lightheaded as we tore at each other. Jack’s essence was intoxicating on a cellular level. My hands clawed, gripped, and clung to him. Overcome, my knees wound tighter around his waist. My body became frustrated by the material separating my flesh from his own. 

Desperately, I slipped one shoe from my petite foot. With a resounding thump, it hit the floor, signaling my eagerness for our naked union. For some reason, my left shoe remained stubbornly affixed to my foot. Futility, I attempted to remove it with the toes of my right foot, all while suspended in Jack’s arms with my back pressed against the door. Giving up, I matched Jack’s ferocity with my own. 

“Get the other shoe off!” Implored my distressed Inner Goddess.

“What do you think I was trying to do?” I retorted, beyond frustrated at our lack of nudity.

Jack swept me to the bedroom in a fairy-tale move and not so much deposited me on the bed as in we fell onto it, arms and legs twisted together. My calves pulled Jack deeper within my apex, only to be harshly reminded of the thin summer fabrics keeping us apart. I pulled back, gasping and tugging at my shoulder straps. Standing up, Jack surveyed me, willing to assist but unsure where to begin with my jumpsuit. I brushed him off nonverbally, communicating he should remove his own clothing. I slipped the one-piece jumpsuit over my bosom and unclasped my lacy bra. I have no recollection of dropping it from my breasts and matching noir panties to the floor, yet suddenly, I was naked on his bed again.

In nanoseconds, he was hovering above me, his girth finally free, eagerly exploring the folds of my goddess as I arched my hips to welcome him. Hearing his moan of pleasure as he reached the pinnacle of my body was poignant and stirred my soul. No words in the language of gods, men, or Fay can relay the scope and breadth within his utterance. We had not said one word since I knocked on his honeycomb door. Nevertheless, his sound conveyed everything my heart needed to hear. I clasped his face in both hands and kissed him with every cell of my body, and then the frenzy began. 

My legs rested on his upper arms as his hips and thighs pounded into me. I used the position to my advantage, adding a slight pressure on the contact between my Achilles tendon and the top of his shoulders to angle my hips upwards. With the fine adjustment, my orgasm instantly spiked. I dropped my hands from around his body to ball the burgundy bedsheets in my fists to avoid clawing his sun-kissed skin in my manic orgasm. 

“Hold on!!!” Shrieked my Inner Goddess as yet another wave thundered through me. 

Wrapping my arms behind my knees, I drew them to my bosom, effectually holding onto myself. What I forgot to account for was that this position would also change the angle and intensity of my orgasms. My neck and head arched aft to such an extreme degree my forehead nearly grazed the comforter as my eyes rolled back. Still, Jack beat my body with the fierce need of a wild stallion. My heavy breasts bounced and jiggled with every barbaric thrust. 

My legs were once more long on his shoulders, and my toes unintentionally tickled his ears (darn my petite legs). When I thought I might give in and disintegrate from the raw power of my orgasms, Jack pulled away to stand beside the bed. With a quick jerk, I found my hips positioned a few inches off the side of the bed. Too lost in my cosmic orgasms, I’m not entirely sure where he grabbed me! I vividly remember my surprised face being greeted by his devilish grin as he wrapped his arms around my legs and thrust inside. Oh, it was on!!

The bed scraped along the wooden floorboards, protesting the fierce attack, and the mattress squeaked in disapproval at the ferociousness. I did not care. We paid them no mind. I craved every second. Later, Jack would have to reposition the bedframe at least three feet into place. He is a most voracious lover!

To save his knees from yet another blister at my expense on the maple floor, Jack jumped on the bed, pulling/spinning me back over the broader surface of the mattress. And then he pounced on my goddess. I attempted to protest, citing the heat of the day and all. I had done my best to freshen up before my arrival, but there had been no time for a proper rinse. Jack would have none of it, worshiping my swollen pearl with the devotion of a faithful priest. 

I shrieked and writhed at his skill, causing Jack, of all things, to chuckle, his mouth still firmly pressed to my wanton slit. It took my mind a moment to register, and then I began to laugh in the midst of my swirling orgasm. If you have never laughed and orgasmed simultaneously, it is truly a monumental wonder to experience. 

“You can’t laugh!” I chuckled, my abdomen clenching and unclenching as I giggled and moaned. The joy and silliness were infectious. Jack laughed with me, his tongue managing to swirl my pulsing pearl in the same heartbeat. 

“Get it together!” Chided my amused but needy Inner Goddess. 

Jack gave me no choice but to focus as he redoubled his attention. My celestial orgasms returned with renewed energy. I was lost amongst the stars, crying my pleasure until my throat was raw. Nonetheless, our evening was far from over. 

Flipped and prone on the bed, arms over the side of the mattress, my fingers gripped between the mattress and box spring for support. Still, the stallion raged behind me, and my Inner Goddess adored him. I felt him lower his body over my lean back, and the masculine magnetism radiated from him as he growled in my ear. 

“Are you ready?”

My eyes shot open!! An electrical volt shot through my nervous system. Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!! Times a thousand!!! Yes, I was ready to feel his bulbous head swell and throb within me. Yes, I was ready to experience his rupturing orgasm. Yes, I was ready for him to cum. Together, we shattered. 

Panting, Jack rested his head on the valley between my shoulder blades. His breath was warm and slightly ticklish on my hypersensitive skin. Yet, to my astonishment, Jack did not slacken nor grow limp, remaining bold as he smoothly moved in and out, in and out. Something about the soothing motion, the falling euphoria, and the magnitude of my manifold release unlocked the lynchpin, suppressing the watery forces of my hidden emotions. 

Suddenly, I was caught up in a torrent of sensations – the polar opposite of what I had just experienced with Jack. Lest he take it personally or worry, I had to convey the impending flood threatening to drown me. My throat froze, and I began to panic, unsure I could relay the message to him before the dam burst from my eyes. 

“I’m about to cry.” He instantly froze and remained stock still, precisely not what I had intended, but he was ever the gentleman. “It’s not you, and please don’t stop!” I beseeched. 

The words and phrases I wished to assure him with were swept away in the deluge of my weeping heart. I sobbed as if it were breaking. And indeed, perhaps it was a little as I released more of my clinging past. There is always grief in letting go, growing, and reforming one’s wings anew. My tears spoke of the stress of life and the anxiety of motherhood, bearing the weight and responsibility of the world hidden behind a gentle smile. I had no idea the volume of tension gathered behind my walls, now gushing and dripping over his burgundy comforter. 

My Inner Goddess was mortified. We just engaged in sex on a crazed, animalistic level, and instead of jumping on the bed waving my hands like I just did not care…I was blubbering as my Rudolph nose swelled. Patient and understanding, Jack cooed and whispered over me, brushing the sapphire hair from my damp cheek and caressing my skin with his lips. All the while, he continued his soothing, hypnotic gliding within me. His magnificence remained impossibly rigid until, at last, I lay sniffling and sincerely apologetic. 

Thoroughly unperturbed, he fetched a bottle of water before gathering me to his chest. My raw throat drank greedily, the cool rush soothing my chafed vocal cords. I settled wearily into his body with a great sigh. He had not rejected nor made light of me in my drama. What should have been a moment of greatest triumph, and indeed it was, had ended on an unexpected note. Yet, I found our melody continued to course around us. There had been no jarring of chords or clash of sharps and flats. The music adjusted in perfect cadence to my ebb and flow. The magic endured unbroken. 

We lay in the semi-darkness for nearly an hour. Our conversation rose and fell in tune with the enchantment sealing us within our hideaway. I was not supposed to be there. With a made-up pretense, I had slipped away, stealing into the night, aching for my lover’s warm embrace. But I could not tarry long. I was expected back and could not risk the consequences of my procrastination. My Inner Goddess took the most profound delight in my naughty escape. Never before, not even as a youth, had I snuck into the shadows for the simple craving of a kiss. Yet, nothing about my cheek pressed to his chest, my sapphire waves spilling over his shoulder, and my hand over his heart…felt indecorous. At that moment, I was precisely where I was supposed to be. 

The snowy wings of my Inner Goddess fluttered in the growing gust of yearning. Nothing in our conversation had changed or became provocative, yet the nearness of his naked body, the heat of his presence, was a call my Inner Goddess could not ignore. My fingers brushed down the length of his sternum, over the ripples of his taut abdomen, to sweep around and nuzzle his heavy jewels. Jack gave a faint moan at my intimate touch, his eyes briefly closing. For the moment, he was mine. 

I rose, straddled, and lifted his rapidly swelling sword to my sheath. I brushed his protected tip over my moist folds, momentarily teasing my lustful pearl. Relishing every enviable inch, I lowered myself down, coming in explosive fury as my curvaceous peaches came to rest on his thighs. Jack bucked his hips in demand. My Inner Goddess obeyed with alacrity, rebounding up and down to impale me over and over with his prominence. Thighs aching, I paused, head drooped. It took a moment more for Jack to settle. It pricked my consciousness but absorbed in my bliss, and I focused on returning oxygen to my lungs. I could not interpret the meaning.  

My hips began to move and grind, using his body for my satisfaction. My head was thrown back as I cried in ecstasy. Almost as if possessed, my Inner Goddess began to move in a blur of exacting need as Jack’s hands tightened on my waist. He began to pant. 

“I wish – I could – see us – from behind!” My words came in rich staccato with my jouncing. 

Jack began to heave and groan. Slowly, I registered it was not out of exertion – Jack was cumming AGAIN!!! I redoubled my efforts, my hips a blur, as I described in salacious detail what our pounding bodies must look like to a voyeuristic bystander. Jack’s broad hands became a vice around my hips as I gushed, and he exploded. 

Had that actually happened?! Beating the Space Shuttle’s eight-minute record, we had gone from zero to outer space in mere moments. My Inner Goddess was speechless in wonder and delicious delight as his glory continued to pump and throb deep within my quivering form. The man was a virile god. I dropped my forehead to his chest. My knees grew weak and unable to bear my weight but they were too numb to unfold from either side of his body. 

My parched lips and rasping breath demanded water. Clumsily, I rolled off of Jack, my nectar flowing down his length and over his jewels to the damp bed beneath him. Not wishing to move too far from the afterglow of his body, I stretched my fingertips as far as possible to the waiting bottle on the nightstand, snagging the plastic at last. Refreshed, I curled into his arms.

The Moon Goddess danced with her courtesan stars while Time waltzed with the deepening night. I lay in his embrace, knowing that our forbidden moment was measured and the hour drawing late. Grateful for my escape, I felt covetous, wishing for Time to stop, just for another moment. It felt selfish to wish so fervently to linger in the enchantment and strength of his arms. In his encircled protection, the demons could not bind me. With him, my mountains shrank to anthills. With him, my Inner Goddess was sated and inflamed.

Neither man nor woman, god or goddess, can shackle Time, lashing him to their whim. And so, I rose from his ribs, crouching to his lips that I might inhale his soul one more time. His goodbye kiss fed the hunger, his passion fanning my Inner Goddess’ hope.

“Please?” She whimpered. 

I caved not just for the sake of her pleading but my own longing. By now, I should not have been so amazed to find Jack primed for me again. I gathered him to me for the third time in the same numeral hours. My Inner Goddess keened in satisfied gratification. Jack tilted his hips as he seized my straddling thighs. The mania returned, this time fueled by the knowledge of my impending departure. I rode in time to his virile bucking. As I erupted, my nectar jetted, drenching his hips and our thighs, the warm flood running down his body and soaking the sheets. The enchantment intensified around us before, bit by bit, the delirium ebbed, and our sapped bodies grew languid as we melted our glistening bodies together. 

It took every ounce of restraint not to curl into his arms and drift into the sweet lull of sleep. I knew he wanted me to remain with him for the width of the night. I felt the same, my mind working overtime in search of a loophole, but ever supportive and respectful, Jack never pressured me. I felt longed for but not controlled. Mournfully, I gathered my clothes from the two rooms, dragging out my stay as I slowly dressed. Jack walked me to my vehicle with a mutual begrudging air, disarming me with his kisses before softly closing the door behind me. 

It was odd to be driving away in the starlight. Clashing emotions filled my small vehicle—elation, relaxation, jubilation, pouting, happiness, sadness, bewilderment, and so many more I cannot name. How had Jack so deftly and gently managed to charm not only my Inner Goddess but also my sensitive and sheltered heart? He had slipped to the foot of my reinforced walls within a handful of months and charmed my outer defenses. The Moon Goddess, with her crimson veil, simpered coquettishly at my perplexing assortment of emotions. I gazed at her curiously as my headlights guided me to my waiting responsibilities. What secrets did the Night Queen hold? What partnership had she made with the Fates concerning me, and what part did Jack play in all of this? I piloted myself through the twinkling darkness, puzzled, curious, and enchanted. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie