November 2023 – Audio Version 

I gradually rose through the luxurious layers of foggy sleep to ascertain that a tight, masculine body, with something resembling granite, was pressed against my back. Not only that, curious fingers were insistently probing between my compressed thighs, blithely searching for my secret pearl. I remained inert. My Inner Goddess squirmed and pouted at my refusal to acknowledge or reciprocate in any manner, not to mention that I maintained the steady appearance of deep sleep. I gave an internal shrug. Let my Inner Goddess squirm! I was utterly content relishing the now intent probing of my neither region. Secretly, I was grinning. I would never grow blasé to waking up being wanted and sought after before the sun could raise its first dazzling beams to support a fresh new day.

Recumbent on my side, facing away from him, I decided to grant Jack a little aid in his exploration by lifting my top leg just a scoosh. This not only revealed my exact state of consciousness but allowed Jack’s fingers unfettered access to my dampening slit. They eagerly dove into the gap, briskly finding my pearl. I gave a diminutive moan of appreciation while doting kisses dappled my shoulder and the curvature of my neck. Though greedy, I appreciated Jack’s leisurely seduction. His objective was not to usher me to orgasm as speedily as possible but to bask in the morning bliss as we journeyed toward our mutual fulfillment. I sighed, tightly clutching the long body pillow compressed between my knobby knees and ample bosom as I submerged a little deeper into my plush winter bedding. A brief smile hooked the corner of my lip; I selfishly relished my lover’s ardent morning courting.

My Inner Goddess was fully conscious and exasperated at my obstinate refusal to take any sort of complementary action. Not to be outwitted, she commenced projecting memories from the night before over my drowsy lids. Jack had grabbed me and thrown me over his shoulder in the ridiculous Fireman Carry (or was it considered a Caveman Claiming?) and raced us to my sanctuary on my arrival home. The solid love smacks he delivered to my elevated derrière had my Inner Goddess giggling and protesting the whole way. I recalled being deposited on the bed, where his hungry lips and covetous fingers explored every inch of my quivering body as if it had been months, not scarcely a handful of days, since they last conveyed their fondness. 

The steamy memories and the succeeding recollections that flitted over my consciousness, combined with the present swirling of his fingertips, were having quite the effect on my body and Inner Goddess. I moaned as I felt my wetness begin to slick the folds of my slit and his fingers. I kept my eyes fastened, absorbing the caressing sensations without the aid of my sight. The cool Fall breeze whispering in from the open window, raising goosebumps on my exposed arms, was a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from the undulating masculine body enveloping my entire posterior side. 

Elevating my right leg, I experienced every prestigious bit of his tenacious glory as it crept between my thighs, seeking its warm home. I discerned the weight of my body as I lifted, arched, and pressed my hips back to just the precise angle to welcome in the searcher. In the morning’s quiet solace of my sanctuary, I heard his moan rumble from the depths of his chest and over his throat as he slid inwardly, and our bodies finally joined. I chuckled at my Inner Goddess’ triumphant, shivering glee now that she was pervaded and her void satisfied. I sensed my muscles slacken, sinking and descending into the opulent mattress as I relinquished control of my being to my assiduous lover. 

Still spooning me, his thrusts were firm and direct. Ardent and insistent, though not as fraught with desperate need as the reclaiming from the night before. This was sedate, lackadaisical morning intimacy of a man taking his time to memorize each swell and dip of the woman he loved. Gawds, he was magnificent. Eyelids still fused, I could feel his girth, inch by inch, withdraw to the outer folds of my slit, only to drive into the depth of my being with vigorous precision, the thick ridge of his crown wickedly teasing my inner jewel. I tilted my head to the left, burying my face into the downy pillow, as my Inner Goddess groaned her sumptuous delight. 

With expert skill, Jack cunningly rolled me into a prone position, flat on my bosom and abdomen, situating himself on all fours above me with his swelling glory still immersed within me. My Inner Goddess smirked at his gifted technique. Jack never failed to impress and astound me inside and outside the bedroom. I wiggled my bottom, adjusting into a slightly more comfortable position and indicating my supreme readiness for the next volley of penetrating thrusts.  

Jack supported himself, palms resting lightly on the downward slope between my peached buttocks and hourglass waist. I gathered my errant curls from my face, gave a slight twist to the silky length, and tucked the compiled bundle under my right shoulder. This action exposed my graceful neck and right side of my face, allowing Jack to notice just how amused I was by his morning claiming. I inhaled a breath, holding it for just a moment in anticipation. With unhurried motion, Jack gradually withdrew every bit of his glory, the tip just kissing my wanton slit, paused, and then laboriously slid in once more until his hips rested against my rounded derrière. He repeated the process time and again, maintaining a steady pace, as he feasted on my groggy exclamations. 

With my right cheek reposed on the pillow, my eyes had so far remained sealed through the entire proceedings. The self-imposed blindness allowed my ears to focus on the almost farcical wet squishing sounds as my saturated body attempted to maintain its suction-like hold on the masculine force advancing and retreating within me. I marveled at my body’s ability to augment and expand to welcome and milk his hefty bulk. My Inner Goddess no longer wailed at the deep internal void but gorged in sloppy happiness. Next, I focused on his weight resting on the broad back of my thighs, with an ample amount of pressure bearing down on me as his hips toiled away. My Inner Goddess mischievously wondered how much might would need to be exerted in order to wrest the reins of control away from Jack, effectually knocking him onto his back for the sole purpose of riding the hell out of him. I shimmied my hips experimentally and marginally cocked my body to one side. Jack’s weight mysteriously became like concrete, hands a vice on my hips. So much for that theory. Like a languorous feline, my Inner Goddess sniffed imperiously. Most assuredly, we could take charge of our state of affairs if we truly willed it. We were just too snug, deliciously lying prone in the warm covers and allowing him to do all the hard work on our behalf. I smirked at my Inner Goddess. We would take him…another day, and sighed into my pillow. 

Deciding I had been thoroughly seduced for one morning, Jack’s tempo surged, causing his bulbous ridge to fatten and provoke my inner jewel. This aggressive undertaking generated orgasmic waves that built and swelled within me. I gasped as my still, partially sleepy body was jetted through the gates of a powerful orgasm with forceful domination. I bowed my lower back, giving rise to my hips and increasing the penetrating angle. My soft moans turned to wholehearted shrieks, and every muscle went ridged as Jack’s thick rim wreaked havoc on my sensitive inner jewel.

I know I have said it before, but I genuinely adore morning sex. Having the opportunity to keep the chaos of the new day at bay and entirely focus on connection and the wondrous release of hormones will never grow old. I firmly believe (within reason, of course) that a day cannot be all bad if it first begins in the arms of a lover as you join in the holiest of unions that two souls can encounter in this life. My intellect barely recognized my Inner Goddess’ prompt assent to this train of thought as my fiery climax splintered the tether between my body and soul. 

I screamed and shook. Jack’s cannonade was unflagging and had my body constricting and tightening around his ramming length. My eyes remained solidly clinched throughout the proceedings, with the exception of one fleeting second. Jack’s furious plunges had military pinpoint accuracy, barring one slight pitch and intense pressure against my forbidden starfish. My eyes flashed wide in momentary panic, but ever the vigilant lover, Jack had quickly modified his approach, and all was well. In fact, it all happened so expeditiously that I almost doubted if it had transpired at all. Eyesight suspended once more, I succumbed to the powerful waves consuming me. 

My breath caught as I subconsciously observed our energy beginning to flicker into vibrant, electrifying colors. I knew what this meant, and so did my Inner Goddess. Together, we pressed into him and increased the scoop of my lower back, untying our dammed magic as we wooed Jack’s release. This was no easy feat to accomplish for the mere fact that his spawning climax fueled and heightened my own! My Inner Goddess was positively ready to burst apart on a sub-atomic level. My forehead was scrunched in fixed concentration. My hair had come untucked and was splayed around and over me, akin to wild brambles. My pale lips were parted behind clenched jaws, my throat vibrated with my cries, and my cheeks burned a brilliant crimson in the heat of our, well, Jack’s feral exertion. My shoulder blades extended sharply upwards as if supporting my Inner Goddess’ colossal wings as they stretched to their glittering magnificence above me. I could almost feel the faint brush of the feathery tips skimming the now acute dip of my lumbar region.     

I diligently sought the precise words and elucidations to faithfully chronicle what transpired next. I have poured over my sentences, helplessly staring at my blinking cursor for hours as I attempted to tap into the talent of my writing muse. I desperately wish to encapsulate every iota of my union, yet fitting sentences have eluded me for days. While it does not convey nor do the experience justice, I can reveal that our bodies vibrated and shimmered with orgasmic enchantment until we became a pounding blur of exotic majesty. Our souls were fragmented in a cosmic shower, the pieces somehow perceiving the other’s and choosing to knit and conform together, forming something divine. Our bodies exploded in galactic passion until we were left glistening and panting at the vehemence of our communion. For a spell, we dared not move lest the ecstasy prove nothing more than a fantastical illusion. 

Weakly, Jack extricated himself and collapsed beside me on the bed as we labored to arrest our breathing. My Inner Goddess brimmed with merriment when my nectar gushed from my swollen slit, racing down my thighs to be absorbed by the disheveled sheets. Rolling away from the spreading wet spot, I sprawled onto Jack’s perfect chest, pleased and delighted that I had succeeded in my mission to restrict my vision throughout the whole affair. Though I now briefly fluttered them open just to ascertain the hour. I sighed contentedly while my Inner Goddess practically purred within. 

“Just five more minutes??” Begged my languid Inner Goddess as she lay in the blissful strength of her lover’s arms.

If only we could spend the rest of the day lounging in the warm sunbeam of Jack’s companionship. Unfortunately, I could not afford to play hooky with my love. I nestled closer into his naked embrace, legs intertwined beneath the tousled sheets. Nevertheless, I cherished just five more minutes of endearing solidarity with the man my heart cherished. His arms clutching me to his chest, my eyes flitted shut once more as my still racing senses reconciled to the soothing lullaby of his life force.  

Until next time, XO. Elsie