August 2023 – Audio Version

The Manta Ray lazily drifted on the surface of the water, every now and then dipping and swirling her elegant fins to keep her aloft. Spreading an indigo Hawaiian wrap over her sleek form, I lay back-to-back with the enormous creature, musing on my weekend. The last few days had been a storm of unexpected events, repeatedly dashing my carefully laid plans. In the dusk of sunset, I closed my eyes and just breathed as I processed. 

Between my career, classes, and familial responsibilities, I felt strained and unsure if I had the capacity to be an entertaining and engaging guest. My mind and body had felt taxed and strained. I did not feel like myself. I wanted nothing more than to bury my head in the darkest covers, shutting out the world and the life questions for which I had no answers. As I reflected, Jack did not feel like an inconvenience or an addition to my load. He graciously accepted my exhausted state, content to relax and hold me close. Jack asked for nothing in return. 

Ever my dauntless cheerleader, my Inner Goddess, flicked on the mental projector as the sun receded into the water’s horizon, deepening the sky above me. Images from the previous night wafted across my inner eye. Memories of my head on Jack’s shoulder, the effortless flow of conversation, and the blissful night’s sleep in his arms blinked before me. 

The projector gleamed another memory. I remembered pausing at the doorway between my powder room and boudoir, gazing at the nude man waiting in my bed. Heavens, he was grinning at me with the broadest, most boyish smile, which caused a spreading heat to flush my body. Five seconds earlier, my mind had been focused on sleep and the comfort of his arms, and now, sleep was the last thing I required. My Inner Goddess was giddy as she slipped out of her chiffon robe. The Goddess would not be denied her lust no matter how tired her host felt. 

Jack, still sporting only a broad grin as his strong, tanned body lay on the soft white sheets, opened his arms as I crawled into my bed. The smile, his nude flesh, had my mind racing with salacious images, but it was the first kiss, wrapped in the heat of his arms, that sealed the door against the advancements of the Dream Lord. 

In the pale light, we took our time, exploring the breadth and length of each other’s bodies as we tenderly made love that night and again in the blossoming morning light. Our bodies spooned neatly together as we fell into a second-morning sleep, only to awaken and reach for the intimacy of each other’s bodies. It was so easy with Jack: no hesitation or awkwardness. Our bodies found the tune and flowed in perfect synchronicity. Even outside the intimacy of our bodies, there was a certain comfort of falling asleep before a movie or the restful quiet of cuddling together that I found to be a soothing balm.

The mental screen flashed short snippets of memories like moving Polaroid pictures. My nude body was draped over him, my left thigh over his lean hips. We lay on the damp and ruffled sheets, resting my fingers against his warm sternum while my ear pressed against the thump of his heart. Jack’s fingers never stopped their gentle caress over my body, from the peachy swell of my buttocks up the curve of my neck to my high cheekbones, to brush through my sapphire waves and down to my derriere to repeat the caress. My thoughts were fuzzy as I released my stress in the quiet acceptance of Jack’s arms as I drifted off once more.  

The Polaroid flashed again. My sleepy body thrilled at the practiced swirl of Jack’s fingertips. To my amazement, my rare and elusive orgasm began edging ever nearer. “Could it really be?” I wondered to my Inner Goddess as she danced on tiptoed anticipation. My body strained in concentration while I begged Jack not to deviate from the erotic swirling movement. With agonizing slowness, the rare phenomenon slowly edged closer. My eyes and teeth remained tightly clenched; I dared not move, or else I might frighten away the rare phenomenon. I began worrying about the weariness of Jack’s fingers and what they must be enduring on my behalf. As time passed, my thoughts became more self-conscious, and I nearly gave up in an effort to save his hand, but my Inner Goddess was selfish, and the words to bring an end could not escape my pink lips. At last, tired of its prolonged teasing, the skittish orgasm raced through my body like a bolt of lightning, sparking every nerve from head to toetip as I shuttered against his hand. Eventually, I collapsed in downright exhaustion against the sheets. 

My Inner Goddess sent the echo of his pervasive first entrance, and my body shivered in keen delight at the recollection. Jack, ever the nobleman, carefully ensured my pleasure came first, so when his eager tip teased my swollen pearl and pressed against my dripping goddess, I was more than ready to receive him. My palms reached for him, my mind begging for the intimate closeness of his body above me. My Inner Goddess will never tire of the first ingress of a bulbous head pressing against my inner jewel, not pausing until reaching the furthest gate as my body arches and groans in pure hedonistic indulgence. Even now, I quietly moan at the reflection while my Inner Goddess perks up her head in hopes of a repeat experience. What a rapacious Succubus!

One more time, the Polorad flashed. My head rested on Jack’s lap as I lay half-curled on the couch under my favorite blanket while the screen flicked before us. His strong fingers swept the curls away from my face as he stroked my sapphire locks. As I drifted off, I wondered if Jack was cognizant of how much I treasure having my hair stroked, each brush an echo of my distant childhood while simultaneously evocating feelings of elegance and fondness. 

In the present astral plain, I felt movement beside me, cutting off the internal replay of our time together. I smiled as he joined me. I snuggled close and reached to hold Jack’s hand as the stars above us began their intricate dance. Below us, the graceful creature silently meandered through the inky water, allowing the currents to dictate our course. Even my Inner Goddess was content to just be in the moment. However, she was keeping a close eye on the situation, vigorously shooing away any visitation attempts from the Sandman.

Though still warm outside, with the faint breeze, it was not unpleasantly so. The day’s intense heat had finally abated as the Moon Goddess resumed her throne in the heavens. Van Gogh once said, “The night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” His words rang true as I gazed at the shimmering waters surrounding us. The night was brilliantly lit by the Moon Goddess, and the creatures of the night danced in glee for the simple joy of being alive. We lay side by side for a long period, taking in the magic of the shimmering lights, attentive to the cheery lapping water against the magnificent creature beneath us and the beat of the music emanating over the sleepy waves from the pirate cove. It felt like a night bursting with endless possibilities.

With a “tsk” audible for my ears alone, my pertinacious Inner Goddess decided she had been tolerant for long enough. With a sharp snap of her fingers, my short romper vanished, and I found myself straddling Jack’s stalwart hips, his hands resting lightly on my tapered waist. I had not delayed making a move on Jack out of uncertainty but more a place of contentment. Gazing into the depth of space and holding Jack’s hand was a new experience I had been unwilling to part with. Yet, I sat astride the man while the South Wind tickled my bare nipples until they perked to attention at the Moon Goddess’ urging. With little thought except for the growing demand within my Inner Goddess, I spread my body over Jack’s naked chest in search of his honeyed lips, my saucy nipples flirting with his bare chest as I moved. 

The Moon Goddess and her Stars-in-Waiting blanketed us in silver light as they bore witness to our union. The splendid Manta Ray continued to glide soundlessly through the sweet enchantment of the night. Naked flesh, unashamedly exposed to the elements, titillated all five of my senses as my mind took in the unique experience before my fingers guided his eager glory between the folds of my goddess. I found there was something wondrously liberating about being unadorned and intimate with another soul protected by the guardians of the night. 

My petite hands supported my frame as, with the utmost care, I lowered myself down to fully sheath my prize. Thought and reason abandoned me as I lost myself in the bliss of connection. My hips rose and fell as I drew Jack within me. His hands traveled up the length of my body to cup and fondle my succulent breasts, inflaming my want.

Arrayed only in starlight, my body flowed over him in a sweet rhythm, in tune with the gentle waves and the crooning stars above. I felt free and glorious as I rocked above the masculine god. Untouchable from the chaos of the world. The experience was almost too enchanting to adequately describe. For once, my Inner Goddess and I felt like a single entity, powerful and exquisite, as we marveled at our environment and dashing companion. 

“Come,” Jack whispered. “Change positions with me. You should see the stars.”

My Inner Goddess blushed in surprised delight. I lay back as he knelt over me, guiding his magnificence once more to join with me. “Gods, yes.” was my only intelligible thought as my eyes rolled back, and a sigh of peace and need escaped my lips. Entombed within my slick curtains, Jack bent low, seeking my kisses just as I had moments earlier. My Inner Goddess ardently reciprocated as she arched my hips to meet the heat and virality of the god above me. 

His thrusts began light and slow and toying with my Inner Goddess without allowing her full orgasmic release until I begged for my pleasure. I barely glimpsed the twinkling enchantment above me through my half-closed eyelashes as I clung to the strength of Jack’s spirited body. 

“How did I end up here?” I gasped to my Inner Goddess, attempting to string my thoughts together in a coherent line between the amplifying waves of my orgasms. “How am I, me of all people, experiencing the erotic escapades reserved for the worn pages of fantasy novels??”

My Inner Goddess could only shake her head in mutual bewilderment, nearly giving in to the rapturous orgasm soon to erupt within us. Jack’s grip tightened on my hipbones, and I bit my lip in expectation of what was coming next. Though with cautious calculation, Jack’s body began to increase the intensity and penetration of his thrusts until he was thundering, his hips and legs a blur of powerful motion. Jack’s body silhouetted against the sparkling stars, the warm Summer breeze, the lingering taste of his lips, and the clear gurgle of lapping water as each thrust ground against my inner jewel and thumped at my deepest gate was staggering as my senses attempted to process and register the magnitude of the experience. Beset and unable to stifle my sound, I released every atom of my being to join with the waiting stars above as the cells of my body split apart at the onset of sweeping orgasm after orgasm. The remaining speck of intellect left to me wondered if my cries had carried over the rippling water to the merry pirates across the channel. But it did not last. The query floated away as my Inner Goddess softly blew my concern away, and I tumbled in the rolling breakers of my orgasmic detonation. 

Jack decelerated his pace before gradually extracting himself, rising to his feet, and extending his hand to me. My quivering legs and pounding heart made me skeptical about my standing ability. My mind raced about implying all manner of worst-case scenarios. Passing out on the back of a Manta Ray would not be one of my finer moments. 

A bit dubious, I slipped my hand into his firm grip and rose to stand in the full glory of the silvery Moon Goddess. So far, so good. Yet, I did lean into Jack as he pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me until my mind felt twice as lightheaded. Heavens, how was a girl to respond after a kiss like that?!

Though hidden in the shadows of the witching hour, an observant pirate or two from the distant cove might have perceived Jack positioning me at a 90° angle. My peachy cheeks curved up to meet his yearning glory as he slid his ample head again between my lips with tender guidance. My cautious mind rose to the surface, concerned about our visibility. 

“No, no. We are safely back.” Jack crooned as he brushed aside my sapphire curls and began placing gentle kisses on the nape of my neck. Taking a breath, I pressed my back into the warmth of his chiseled chest as my mind eased. 

I felt blithely helpless in the seduction of his arms and the heat of his kisses. I relaxed my guard. After all, pirates are jolly well-known for their love of a raunchy show! My Inner Goddess smirked in astute mischief. I wiggled my hips deeper into Jack, signaling my impatient readiness. 

Jack did not disappoint as we used each other to our fullest sensual gratification. I can still hear the warble of the music, the breeze prickling at my skin, and Jack’s raw power before my thoughts once more fled, and I was floating amongst the stars. With a deep groan, Jack drove a final penetrating thrust while my last orgasm reverberated between clenched teeth.  

In carefree euphoria, we collapsed once more against the firm back of the still-drifting Manta Ray. Swathed in the afterglow, it was sometime before either of us could speak. But then again, words almost seemed unnecessary. A heavy weight settled over my eyelids as my breath gradually slowed in the utter utopia of my situation.

“You know what?” Jack whispered, stroking my hair. “We get to sleep in tomorrow, do this all over again, and fall back asleep.”

My Inner Goddess beamed in anticipation as I nestled against his bare chest, as we lay enveloped in the Moon Goddess’ silvery mantle. My thoughts skipped to the following day, visualizing the delight of waking in another’s arms, morning sex, and morning breakfast. I could not help but glow; Jack certainly knew how to spoil a girl.   

Until next time, XO. Elsie