August 2024 – Audio Version

I gazed down in shock, my mind reeling at the impossible sight below me. 

Yet, the spreading liquid pooling beneath his shoulders and darkening the slate sheets gave stark testimony to the nearly uncontrollable flood emanating from my apex. In contrast, Jack was grinning up at me as he managed to retrieve two small microfiber towels from the nightstand. Astride his hips, barely restraining my boiling orgasm, I quickly stuffed both towels between our naked bodies. My eyes flicked back to Jack, searching for any sign of disgust or discomfort. The stalwart god just grinned wickedly, tightened his grip on my waist, and renewed his vigorous thrusting. Once more, I dissolved into oblivion. 

It all began with our reclaiming. Our individual evenings had been spent apart, indulging in the decadent attention of a respective Demigod and immortal goddess. Then, I surprised My Love with my plans to spend the night cradled in his arms. Near midnight, unsated and bursting through his front door, my feral passion, a fiery force, was met with an equal insatiable carnal energy. 

My ribboned hat was whisked from my head as I was seized to his broad, naked chest and kissed with such fierce passion that I thought my amorous heart might explode. Jack’s lips were firm and demanding, his randy tongue exacting the deepest recesses of my mouth. His hands were everywhere: buried in my hair, my narrow waist, and cupping the curve of my buttock. Before I could collect my thoughts, ask about his evening, much less catch my breath, my world spun in dizzying colors as Jack swung me around and propelled me forward. 

I want to say that I gracefully poured myself over the Liberator wedge blanketed in a waterproof cover. So captivated by his attention at my entrance I had not spotted the foam wedge situated on the lounger extending from the couch. But, no. As the video can attest, thrown forward, I flopped across it with an unladylike “humph” and bounced. 

Thankfully, Jack had noticed none of this, for he pounced on me, flinging my skirt above my hips and shimmying my lacy delicate down my hips, where they dramatically fell to the floor. My Inner Goddess gave a minute sigh. In his eagerness, Jack had failed to admire my derrière trimmed in lace that framed a perfect heart. She pouted a wee bit, knowing the sight it must have been, my heeled feet spread, buttocks high as my body melted down the sloped velvet. But no matter. A feral Jack had already positioned himself and was thrusting with wild abandon and merciless resolve.

Once thoroughly claimed over the couch, my legs shaking beyond control, Jack hoisted me upright, threw me over his shoulder, AND HAULED ME TO THE BEDROOM! Gods of Olympus, have mercy, My Love quite literally swept me off my still-heeled feet! The bower was waiting for us. Fresh sheets adorned the bed, and the fluffy comforter was neatly folded at the foot. Of course, none of this was exactly noticed until after my punctilious ravishing.

That is how I found myself astride his rif hips, abashed as I watched through an orgasmic glaze, my gushing nectar streaming up his chest and soaking the pristine linens. Thinking the deluge had spent itself, I succumbed to Jack’s compulsive cadence. His viral hands were hot as they clenched my waist, nails sinking into my porcelain flesh, forcing me to bounce up and down on his stalwart granite. 

Nails biting into his sculpted pectorals, my head was thrown back, and my throat warbled my climax to the twinkling stars. I felt the magic of my feminine radiate from my naked body and soar about the bower. My Inner Goddess, cognizant of our raw power, unfurled her magnificent wings in response to the magnetism. The snowy extensions emerged from the narrow space between my shoulder blades, spanning the width of the bed. The feathery tips fluttered turbulently in the ardent passion of my pistoning body. The hypnotic entrancement overwhelmed my senses. 

Sequentially, ruinous torrents recommenced their surging from my apex while my screams resounded around the walls. As if in a dream, I peered between my quivering thighs, still rising and falling on Jack’s monolith. Yes, nectar was jetting from my slit in an astonishing shower. However, this time, the twin microfiber towels still gathered between our bodies dammed the surge, protecting Jack’s torso and absorbing the moisture until they were fully waterlogged. With nowhere else to go and aided by gravity, rivulets ran down Jack’s lean hips, drenching the cotton sheets beneath him. 

By that time, my Inner Goddess was ultimately in control. If Jack was unperturbed by the unexpected bath and his washing machine was in solid working order, what did she care? Abandoning all decorum, my Inner Goddess threw herself into the panoptic experience with pure abandon. My hips became a wanton blur as my mind submerged in the reclaiming hedonism until the vale shattered, pitching us over the crest of our conscious awareness and into pure sybaritic release. 

Euphoric, spent, and quite wet, I collapsed forward, my forehead resting on Jack’s heaving torso. My limbs were utterly spent, draped on either side of Jack. My Inner Goddess, usually so lively, now lay still, her wings tucked in, her muscles trembling in exhaustion. She gave a small giggle of glee as she settled in for the night. My senses cautiously returned, and I became aware of the daunting task ahead of us: the soaked sheets, the mattress protector…did the overflow reach the pillows?? I sighed, the weight of fatigue heavy on my eyelids, knowing I could not ignore the mess my climax had created. I longed to merely close my eyes, nestle against My Love, and drift into a peaceful sleep with my head resting on the sacred dip of Jack’s chiseled shoulder.

“Sorry about…all that…” I murmured through dry lips, my head still on my special place on his chest. 

Jack chuckled deeply, his strong arms warmly embracing me, clutching me closer to his smooth chest. His nose was buried in my sapphire hair, now damp and horribly askew from our shared exertion. He filled his lungs with the scent of our love, our connection, a long, slow breath before he spoke:

“Are you kidding me?! That was awesome!”

Until next time, XO. Elsie