September 2023 – Audio Version

I was weary and wounded. My battle with demons had been fierce, and my heart was heavy. Knowing of the impending struggle, I had warned Jack not to come that night. This was not his war, and I was not a damsel in distress who needed saving. I knew I would pick myself up and brush the dust of the battlefield from my heart once more. Moreover, Jack was a neoteric paramour. Was I truly ready to reveal the depth of my vulnerability? 

Jack assuaged my fears and reiterated his familiarity with war and heartache. My deterrent duly noted, he insisted on coming for nothing more than to hold me while I fell asleep in his arms. True to his word, Jack arrived early and prepared a sparkling drink before reclining on my sofa and opening his arms wide to receive my weepy heart. 

I crawled across the queen-sized couch, curled up, and rested my throbbing head in his lap; my face turned away from him. My vanity was not quite ready for him to see my swollen red nose. With the patience of a saint, Jack soothingly stroked my hair and attentively listened even when I turned my tear-streaked face to his. 

Sooner than I expected, my heart and soul relaxed, comforted by his strong, consoling presence. Sitting up, our conversation coursed over various topics, and before long, Jack had me smiling and laughing, the weight of my world ebbing away. The Moon Goddess smiled as she watched over us, and the stars kept their twinkling vigil. All was soon right in my world. 

I was resting, my head now on Jack’s chest, when the lights automatically flicked off, silhouetting us in dusking moonlight and heralding the night’s enchantment. Slowly, my slightly numbed senses became aware of our still-clothed bodies. That would never do! Undressing, I found my Inner Goddess discontent to merely repose against his now bare chest. I ascended his prone body, still not quite myself, yet with every deepening kiss, my Inner Goddess awoke as if from a deep slumber, hungry for connection.

She found what we both craved as she slid down on his strapping, erect glory. Unlike our last affair, a carnal frenzy of needs, this union was more a communion of wounded souls seeking acceptance in one another. Now familiar with each other’s erogenous realms, we slipped into our melody, quiet moans and cries punctuating the darkness as our orgasms intensified. I sensed his impending release, and my heart skipped a beat. My own orgasm spiked in anticipation, and I groaned, toes curling. With a cry, I increased the pumping of my hips. My response heightened Jack’s experience, which in turn escalated my own—a domino effect as our bodies and minds delighted in each other’s breathtaking release. 

I woke suddenly, becoming aware that while my lower half was resting in an awkward position on the sofa, my head rested on Jack’s chest with his arms secure around me. To my Inner Goddess’ supreme horror, I discovered so deep was the sleep after our union I had begun to drool on his naked chest! Frantically, I dabbed the corner of my mouth and tried to inconspicuously brush the small pool from his flesh, desperately hoping Jack had not noticed and grateful for the faint light around us. It seemed we had both lost consciousness after our release and drifted into a vast slumber. My phone revealed the hour was just after midnight. Excellent, we still had the entire night to cuddle. 

Once nestled in my bed, our fingers traced and caressed each other’s bodies. My bruised heart still felt weary, and my mind was groggy from sleep, but the smooth motion of Jack’s strong hands wooed my body, seducing my Inner Goddess. Even in our subdued state, my Inner Goddess was insatiable. 

In the dip between orgasms, I glanced between us to witness Jack’s great length pistoning in and out of me. His thighs were thick and taunt, and the muscles of his arms bulged from exertion. After each penetrating plunge, Jack withdrew almost all the way and paused before powerfully thrusting within once more. His tip extended to my deepest regions, ringing at my inner gateway while I cried ecstatically. The sight of his long, substantial glory, faintly illuminated in the nightlight, took my breath away. It was raw and erotic. Even more arousing, the scene before me was not a video clip, but I was witnessing and concurrently experiencing it! I cried as my orgasms overtook me. My Inner Goddess replayed the vision of his insistent body for days afterward, dampening the silk of my delicates as my mind counted down until the next time. 

Even in my downcast state, Jack had stepped up and, for a moment, walked a rough patch of path of life with me. Showering me in roses and wiping the tear streaks from my cheeks, his presence had been subtle, unobtrusive, and yet a source of light chasing away the invasive wraiths of the past. His gesture and tender kisses on my body stirred my battered romantic heart. My mind remained guarded, keeping a watchful eye from the sentry wall surrounding my heart. Only Time and the Fates could reveal the future, weaving the fabric of my life to their ever-changing whims. Patience would just have to be my constant companion. I was determined to take the ups and downs, the ebb and flow of companions and lovers, with the charm and goodwill of the Charites (Har a teys) goddesses. 

Until next time, OX. Elise