November 2023 – Audio Version

Stepping through my front door on my lunch break, I was greeted by a seven-inch tent in his fuzzy lounge pants. While I had already been keenly aroused in my hasty drive home, the sight of his extended girth incited my Inner Goddess to unparalleled heights of passion! Barely allowing me a second to deposit my purse and keys on the credenza, Jack scooped me up and raced us to the back of my home and toward my sanctuary. I giggled like a teenager at his boyish enthusiasm. 

Plonking me on the bed, Jack used one hand to drop his loose-fitting loungers as the other hand swept his T-shirt up and off his ripped physique. He was instantly naked. His stiff glory sprung forth, already dripping with greed. Breathlessly, I slipped my fingers under the hem of my skirt, hooking the nude bit of silk with my thumb and trailing it down my leg and over my shoes. My shoes!! I had not removed them! I tried to rise with the intention of unlacing them, but Jack was on me like a wild cat, devouring my neck, pressing me back onto the bed as his need angled for my core. I giggled again. Heavens, how had my world transitioned to include so much giddy fun and vigorous lunchbreak rendevous? Was it possible that I was truly stepping into a new, glorious chapter in my life?

My blissful introspections were cut short when Jack thrust inside my body up to the very hilt of his body, his dense jewels resting heavily against me. I cried out at the sublime intrusion, spine arching as my instant orgasm came in full magnificent fashion, causing my fingers to claw his exposed back as my climax wrestled for control of my soul. Grinningly like a fool, Jack leaned back, taking hold of my left leg and propping it over his right shoulder. The arrangement slightly lifted my hips off the mattress but, more importantly, deepened the angle, giving his thrusts unrestricted access to his powerful bombardment. I clenched my jaw at the intensity while he drove through my slit and the warm, feminine cocoon, curling my fingers around the down of my comforter. My Inner Goddess crowed in glee, seeing my long leg extended over his shoulder, my soft doe-skin wedge positioned behind his head. My body was still fully swathed in my marigold dress, its hem lolling around my navel, exposing my right thigh and buttocks as they tensed and flexed next to Jack’s well-formed body. 

My Inner Goddess wanted to continue scrutinizing our moving, pounding bodies. However, my eyes glazed over, and my back arched to an unnatural degree at the potent magnitude of my orgasms. The whole situation, my still-clothed body, Jack’s naked form towering over me, the piercing light of the afternoon sun, and the happiness of my heart were almost too much to fathom. I pulled him closer, deeper, widening my hips to welcome him in as every cell of my body cried for him, yearned for him. All too soon for my insatiable Inner Goddess, yet perfectly timed for our brief interlude, Jack bonded with me in the stratosphere as our bodies detonated in firey resplendence. 

Our breath ragged, Jack joined my Inner Goddess and me as we laughed in pure joy. With one hand on the nape of my neck, Jack lifted my face to his lips in a prolonged kiss. Our foreheads pressed together in an intimate embrace, soothing our erratic pulses until they beat together in perfect congruity. Rising, my Inner Goddess gave an impish smirk as I settled the pleats of my skirt over my hips and brushed my fingers through my tousled curls. My coworkers would never know just how exhilarating my lunch hour had been! The best part of our brisk tryst was that I had been capaciously dressed throughout the entire affair! Satin delicate, notwithstanding. The caper filled my Inner Goddess with roguish mirth. I returned to my office with a smile permanently tattooed on my face, my soul glowing with contentment.

Like the heavens bearing down on the great Atlas, adulting has an uncanny knack for weighing heavily on our shoulders. Four hours later, dispirited, I returned to my home to be encompassed in Jack’s assuaging and protective embrace. As if by some mysterious enchantment, I began to sense the unease, stress, and anxiety settle and begin to melt away. I was bewildered by how nimbly my soul had grown accustomed to Jack’s gallant presence, re-tuning to the steady rhythm of his heart. It had been only a few months, yet the chaos and turmoil quieted with his companionship. Jack’s spirit soothed my own until it resembled the classy surface of a mountain lake. 

For the second time that day, ignoring my half-hearted protests, Jack gathered me up and carried me to my sanctuary, tenderly setting me upright on the bed he had ensnared me on only hours earlier. Pulling my head to his chest, he reached behind me. The zipper zizzed from the base of my neck down to the contour of my rounded peaches, allowing the marigold lace to fall dramatically from my shoulders to ripple at my waist. My delicates soon followed as Jack lovingly undressed me before urging my naked form back on the bed. 

I felt caught between my rapacious Inner Goddess, her ever-ready eagerness, and a mind that wanted to curl up in her lover’s arms and sleep, perhaps after a little cry. I do not know if Jack sensed my internal tug-of-war or if slow seduction had been his plan all along. Nevertheless, Jack took his exquisite time exploring every inch of my body with calming hands that lulled my nerves into tranquil peace. My eyes fluttered shut as I selfishly absorbed the willing adoration of lips moving in concert with fingers as he gradually worked his way from the rise of my voluptuous breasts, pausing to admire each nipple before reaching the sweeping dip of my hip, his hot breath eddying over my mound and, at last, to the outer curtains of my slit. 

The romance of my body quickly brought my consciousness into step with my Inner Goddess. A moan slipped from my slightly parted lips as I buried my fingers into the plush comforter, hips arching, entreating Jack to continue his devotion. With leisurely alacrity, Jack’s tongue flicked over my pearl. His steaming breath on my exposed flesh made my skin boil. With the softness of a gentleman, the expertise of Casanova, and the wicked naughtiness of a roving pirate, Jack beguiled my pearl and goddess, passing over and around my slit with his insistent tongue.

I writhed and bucked at the warm corruption that bewitched my senses. Jack’s mouth and lips cavorted in time with his tongue, causing me to shriek and make other quite unladylike noises. His oral hypnotism continued to lark about my most delicate and sensitive nerves, expanding my abundant and powerful release. The tip of his tongue flickered on my pearl and slid down the right side folds, parting and investigating as he went. A sudden jut of his chin brought his face closer as his agile oral muscle darted within my slit, uniformly devouring my nectar and ravishing my soul as he buried his face, head waggling. Abstractedly, my hand grabbed the back of his head, forcing Jack to increase his exertions on my behalf as my body quaked in response. When my orgasm, at last, began to eddy, Jack pulled back ever so slowly and continued his tongue’s slow exploration this time, up the left folds to once more tease and entice my pearl. My muscles and nerves tensed, knowing the next climax was at the mercy of his mouth. Jack repeated the process over and over until my very legs quivered about him.

Gods of Olympus, while I prized the titillating glamouring of my body, a greater urgency began to build within me. I found I pined for him, my Inner Goddess demanding his fullness to sate my deepest desires as only he could until the woes and cares of the world were forgotten last week’s laundry. My Inner Goddess bit her bottom lip.

My fingers wrapped around his thick deltoids, tugging on Jack to engulf me with his weight, suppressing my body against the embrace of the mattress. He obliged, face slick and dribbling from his meal, his eyes glittering with greedy satisfaction. He crushed me with the pressure of his toned chest but also with the intensity of his yearning need. My Inner Goddess’ eyes rolled back until only the whites of her eyes showed as my libido spiked, allowing dopamine and oxytocin to flood my system. It had only been a few short hours since Jack had claimed me, and yet, there he was, a voracious lover declaring his enamored adoration of the nectar, swells, and arches of my body. How could I possibly resist such a man?

On entering my sanctuary, I had briefly glimpsed the elegant silver and black tripod waiting patiently on my dresser. My Inner Goddess had waited to acknowledge the device until my body and Inner Goddess were in sync. Now, with a devilish shiver, my Inner Goddess begged to be captured in all her magnificent grandeur. I nodded in acquiescence to her and voiced my enthusiastic interest to Jack.

Once the rectangular device was firmly affixed to the tripod and the small red square prodded, she became a fiery being, consumed with carnal animation in her eagerness to trumpet and flaunt her prowess for the camera. My Inner Goddess threw herself into brazen action as she positioned on all fours, crown of her head toward the recording device as she compressed her hips into the concave of Jack’s anxious flesh. I shivered as I registered the feral growl as he arranged himself behind me, one muscular arm pausing to wrap around my waist to tease my dripping pearl as he guided his swollen ridge within the curtains of my slit with the other hand. This was far too gentle for my Inner Goddess. I slammed my hips back to intensify Jack’s penetration. Message received. Jack violently retaliated, causing my fingers to crack as they gripped the comforter while his considerable length tore through me, ringing the bell of my inner gateway as a scream of pleasure and torture reverberated over my vocal cords and erupted from my lips. After an eternity, Jack stilled, palms affixed to the broadest part of my thighs, allowing my body to expand and contract around his circumference on its own. Unable to form words quite yet, bosom heaving, I breathed and waggled my hips in my enthusiasm for him to recommence. 

The bombardment was instantaneous and wondrously fierce. My bountiful breasts bounced and swung with each impact, the muscles of my back outlined and rigid as I tensed to receive each thrust. I did my best to raise my lash-veiled eyes to the camera between each impact, thrilled and mesmerized by the sight of our union. I was supported on my elbows, and my sapphire mane formed tousled waves on either side of my flushed cheeks and cascaded over my shoulders. My eyes traveled from the curling tips of my locks, over the rosey alabaster skin enveloping my dorsum, to my sultry waist, noting the keen inward dip of my slender hourglass form before my eyes rose and traveled the upward swell of beguiling rounded hips and ample heart-shaped curvature of my buttocks as they jiggled and shook against Jack’s abdomen. My abounding orgasms intensified with markedly substantial energy as I watched my body rock and vibrate with climatic fury. Unable to observe further, my head sunk into the covers as I roared at his prowess. 

After a particularly feverish orgasm that left my throat raw from my cries, I tilted my head upwards to resume my lustful survey of our bodies. From my peached derriere, my eyes roved Jack’s modeled abdomen, up the chiseled scoop of each sunkissed pectoral, the taut collarbones jutting out and down the tanned deltoids of his bronzed shoulders. Teeth gritted, I gasped both from my climax and the sight of the pulsing veins coursing with his life force that bulged through his skin. I glanced at his handsome face in the camera, pleased to see devilish sparks flashing in his eyes. Jack relished the magnetism of the recording as much as my Inner Goddess! My eyes returned to feast on his spicy body, marveling at the rippling brawn of his arms as they pistoned my shapely hips into his own, the sinews and ligaments of his powerful hands lean and stark as they gripped, fingers curling over my hipbones in the vigor of his strikes. 

The vision reflected in the recording device was just too much, and my eyesight clouded. I collapsed my face into the reception of the comforter, drowning in my climax. I would have to ogle the video, drooling over our bodies at a much later time. For now, my Inner Goddess demanded I focus on my body as it threatened to burst into stardust, never to return to mortal form. 

Jack was far from finished with me. Grabbing my anchored arms with masculine determination, he rotated my limbs straight back, parallel with my spine, gripping my wrists he held fast. In the device’s reflection, my slender appendages suddenly resembled reins within Jack’s uncompromising control. My jaw hit the mattress and bounced to the maple floorboards. The vision was beyond erotic and engrossing, like nothing I had personally beheld nor experienced. The knowledge that I was witnessing my body compelled into such a position at that very moment was hypnotic and more than my mind, and Inner Goddess could bear. My body shattered in orgasmic release, my goddess spasming with such raw vehemence that I threatened to expel Jack from my body. He had anticipated this and readily pressed his advantage deeper as my mind, body, and soul convulsed around and because of him. 

My acute release seemed to be the lynchpin for Jack. Through the haze of my flames, I heard Jack’s breathing become heavy and labored while around us; there was a subtle shift of attention and energy. My ongoing orgasm derailed my observation, causing my body to jerk and spasm, nearly debarring Jack’s rigid, swollen glory from my clenched cocoon anew. He braced, and his hold stiffened on my wrists. My elbows locked, straining the ligaments of my shoulders until they cried for alleviation as my limbs remained elongated at my sides. Still, Jack held me secure, his unyielding glory expanding and broadening within me. I screamed expletives as the inferno swept us into the heavens, where our mutual cries reached the galaxies flickering billions of light years away. 

Like a newborn fawn, I collapsed ungainly onto the bed, wheezing for oxygen, arms and shoulders burning, with my vision completely blurred. Jack’s comforting weight settled over me with protective solace. Forgetting the device was still active, we lay immobile, basking in the electric energy of our settling bodies for a significant length of time. There is nothing like feeling your heart abate and tune to the frequency of your love’s, your body still slick with lubricant and glistening from the joint exertion of your bodies. My Inner Goddess was aglow as she sunk into her chaise, a contented but mischievous smile dancing at the corner of her rosebud lips. 

The stars were bright, and the Moon Goddess had begun her nightly enchantment when we finally rose. Ravenous, we sought sustenance and dined to our fill on a steaming dinner I had prepared beforehand, then canoodled on the couch to our hearts’ reassuring satisfaction. In fact, we lingered far too long, our souls so absorbed that I failed to notice the little white rabbit frantically gesticulating to his pocket watch until it was too late. In a blind panic, I lept from my lover’s arms and raced to the balcony. Gazing into the darkness, far below, I could just make out a stationary black vehicle halted beneath the parapet. My Past had arrived promptly at 8:30 pm for his bi-monthly delivery. My clammy palm gave a resounding smack as it made contact with my forehead, panic racing through every nerve and vein. I had fully intended for Jack to be on his way, the Moon Goddess lighting his homeward path, before My Past’s expected brief visitation. I was unprepared for what seemed like a pivotal step now looming before me. 

“What do you want me to do?” Jack’s voice was low and oddly reassuring behind me. 

I inhaled a deep breath. There was nothing to do but face the meeting of My Past with My Future head-on. For the impending exchange, I refused the inclination to have Jack hide in the kitchen or my sanctuary. I was neither embarrassed nor ashamed of Jack; I had nothing to hide. My life was my own, and after almost three years alone, I had proven to myself and possibly the world that I was indeed a responsible and mature woman. I was simply not mentally or emotionally prepared for the collision of my two worlds. At some future date, of course, but I certainly never imagined Jack and me to be adorned in causal loungewear for this particular encounter. I sighed heavily. There was nothing to do, and did our appearance really matter that much? I gave myself a slight shake of reality.

In a flash, I adjusted the couch pillows and smoothed my ruffled curls. There was nothing more I could do but affix a smile on my lips as I slipped behind my accustomed protective mask. With a swish of the door, my history stepped over the threshold. My abdomen felt like an inept sailor was attempting to tie knots with my insides as I fumbled to introduce the Former to the Present. I bungled the whole matter dreadfully while the room became overwhelmingly warm, and my peripheral vision began to mist. Embarrassed at my faltering words over a simple introduction, I could feel my cheeks flush in brilliant crimson hues. Oh, why couldn’t I be level-headed, sophisticated, and, most importantly, at least appear intelligent in moments like these?

Pleasantries were exchanged between the gentleman, and I briefly stepped away to settle a few matters. The two men conversed politely in my absence, though my straining ears could not make out their conversation. My pulse still raced with apprehension. I did not think My Past would request a private audience on the patio on my return to the front room, but like an uncertain chess player, one could never be quite certain of his next move. To my heart’s great relief, My Past bid adieu with only a singular, meaningful look I could not fully interpret and cocked an eyebrow in my direction before departing. My mind nervously wondered if words would be exchanged at a later, more private date. I partly deflated like a weary balloon as I locked the door behind My Past. 

A few minutes elapsed before I took Jack by the hand and whispered, “Come, I’ll walk you to your car.”

Held tightly in his arms while the cool night air eddied about us, I marveled at Jack’s serene composure under pressure. My palm on his chest could not detect an unsteady pulse hiding beneath his ribcage. I remained a nervous wreck, worrying regarding the fallout of the unexpected meeting, yet Jack was placid, steady, and undisturbed. My mind raced with all manner of chaotic thoughts. Everything was happening too fast! I was unprepared for all the developments and transitions in my life, even if I was the instigator in the advancement toward the middle of the glittering frozen lake that was a relationship. My turmoil felt palpable.

Jack’s baritone gently reminded me of his love and commitment as tender kisses dotted my forehead, cheeks, and, finally, waiting lips. I nestled closer, clinging to his chest like an anchor. I was sure of Jack, his passion, and his dedication. I could not argue with the reality that the Fates had undoubtedly conspired to bring us together. I sighed. All I wanted to do was curl my fingers around Jack’s and lead him to my bed, where I could rest my weary head on his chest as his presence silenced the demons screaming in my head. 

In that instance, a thought came to me. I already sensed that I wanted to experience the highs of life with Jack outside of congress, but the realization that I sought his support in the lows of my life clarified something in the recesses of my mind. Yes, our relationship was progressing briskly, but change is a normal part of human life, and at that moment, there was no one I would rather face it with than Jack. The foresight brought an unexpected peace that hummed through me until the shrieking demon voices grew faint. 

My heart was once more resolved. I rose on tiptoes, hands cupping the back of his head as I pulled Jack into a last, passionate embrace before sending him on his homeward journey. In my chaos, Jack had been my steady. Maybe I could do this. Perhaps together, we could make a go of this silly little thing called life. 

“Besides,” whispered my neglected Inner Goddess. “Just think of all the naughty things he has to offer! Experiences and adventures we’ve barely dared to dream of!” She wiggled in salacious anticipation. 

Smiling and shaking my head at my almost predatory Inner Goddess, I ascended the stairs to my home. Weeks ago, I had intentionally laced on my ice skates and joined hands with Jack to twirl on the glittering surface of a relationship, and that was proving to be a most undeniably good thing. A healthy thing.

Until next time, XO. Elsie