December 2023 – Audio Version

I like to believe that I am still young, vibrant, and flexible. Nonetheless, as of late, some parts of my body have me doubting my youthful limberness. Namely, my hips and thighs. During intimacy, I experience this most often in the all-fours position or Bowing Doggy position. After a time, spread as wide as possible, my crooked legs and knees begin to vehemently protest their forced station. My vanity forbids me from voicing this minor yet burning discomfort. Instead, my cunning Inner Goddess will discreetly assume the reins of control and charmingly instigate a change of position. However, on this night, a new implement was employed that recast everything!

At the onset, my mind had been distant, distracted, and a wee bit triggered. Over the course of our evening, Jack gently wooed and seduced my Inner Goddess. Sitting side by side, my fearful emotions were communicated and unraveled at the feet of a radiant hearthstone. Now, naked in his bed, I craved the ramming oppression of his magnificence, obliterating every worldly concern and replacing my weariness with exquisite transcendence. 

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Jack placed the noir velvet Liberator Ramp on the bed, shifting it just so on the mattress. As gracefully as possible, I arrayed my body, derrière on the highest end toward Jack, my shoulders resting on the narrowest part of the foam. With my feet flat on the bed and my hips in the air, I felt a bit exposed and sharply cognizant of my nude state. After all, my pearl and moist slit were on raised display for Jack to regard in the faint evening lamplight. 

Silly girl. One look at Jack’s eager, lustful eyes vanquished almost all uncertainty and succeeded in fanning the heat of my blossoming need. In preparation, I shimmed my hips to the very edge of the dense foam. I melted at Jack’s grip on my thighs, and his assiduous penetration elicited such a moan as the emptiness of my void was replaced with the might of his inflexible glory. Jack paused, allowing my muscles to stimulate and provoke his triumphant glory as I calibrated to his welcome invasion. 

Moving past his initial almost nonchalant thrusts, Jack’s dominating pace increased, generating wave after wave of euphoric bliss within me. In customary form, I clung to the luxurious bedding and screamed into the pillow, cloaking my face, but not really my jubilant cries. Peeking through my scrunched lashes, I witnessed the raw brawn of Jack’s tight, robust body as he toiled and executed the destruction of my mind, body, and soul. The image incited my orgasms to new heights until my muscles shook in magnificent agitation. 

Staggered by the supremacy of my violent climaxes, I barely registered Jack’s prompt to reposition myself on the Ramp. With his guidance, I turned and knelt over the slope with the highest point wedged against my abdomen and cheek, reposing on the lowest part of the inclination. Like a Fall mist, exhaustion floated through me. It felt so good to rest my head. The darkness of sleep felt close enough to whisper its lullaby in my ear. I wondered how long my sapped thighs might be able to maintain the stance before they engendered a change of position.

Knowing none of this at the time, thank heaven, Jack placed one steadying hand on my hip while the other guided his swollen crown to my dripping slit. His conquering occupation once more produced a cry of exuberant ecstasy. In the midst of my wonder, I noted that something was different, drastically different. With the unassuming aid of the Liberator Ramp, my full weight no longer rested on my extended thighs and knees but rather on the implacable foam supporting my midriff. My Inner Goddess was speechless at this revelation. My lower extremities bore very little of the strain of our pounding bodies. I could go for hours in this position!! My body was quick to interject that under no circumstances were we going to go for hours that night. My Inner Goddess rolled her eyes and “poo-pooed” such weak nonsense. 

The second thing I noticed, amid my galactic orgasms, was the unusual depth and angle the Ramp provided. Under normal circumstances, Jack’s glorious prominence had no difficulty extending the length to my sensitive inner gate. I quickly ascertained that the Ramp allowed for even deeper impalement. In fact, I began to worry just a bit. The prestigious driving power surging into me was having a profound influence on my inner workings! It was as if an alarming bit of my midsection was being manipulated, such as it had never been rearranged before! The profundity and redistribution were disconcerting, to say the least! 

Additionally, something else felt unorthodox. Typically, my abdominal muscles were taut and immutable under the exertion of holding myself up and bearing the demands and pressure of the driving masculine influence behind me. Now, the Ramp held the responsibility for maintaining my posture. I wondered if my relaxed ventral muscles were aiding in the ruthless reorganization. 

Nevertheless, it was impossible to ignore the Ramp’s radical effect and the intimate repositioning of my insides on my Inner Goddess. My body keened, and my cries echoed in my ears at the accumulation of inflamed orgasms. My thoughts became obscured in the galactic nebulous of my sustained release. On no account did Jack waver in his unrelenting and tenacious battery. Had I been capable of conscious thought, I would have marveled at his boundless energy and fortitude. The man was a beast! As it was, I screamed into the linens, a hostage to the sublime force as my body left the ephemeral world and metamorphosized into something transcendent. 

My Inner Goddess registered the faint conversion before I did. The shift in the intoxicated passion. The reinforced hold on my waist as his nails clamped into the soft flesh of my hips. The masculine vocal undertones mingled with my ardent exclamations. Even the impossibly magnified vigor of the onslaught all spoke of the impending eruption. Though barely clinging to my body in the perpetual storm of my climax, my Inner Goddess bit her lip and curled her toes in wanton anticipation. 

And then…there it was! In a magnificent gale of slamming bodies, rigid muscles, and reverberating cries, Jack was mine. With her resplendent wings outstretched to their furthest point, my Inner Goddess threw her head back and warbled her triumph. Below her, I shook at the exertion of my bliss and the comforting weight as Jack rested his spent body over my back. Yet, I delighted in the extraordinary support of the Ramp. Though weary, my lower extremities were not in a state of distress. With the Ramp as an aid, I had not born the heaviness of my body, enabling me to explore the broad boundaries of my body’s capabilities! 

Finally, I collapsed on my side of the bed, pulling the silky sheets over my worn body. My Inner Goddess tarried a moment longer, making a special note to request the utilization of the Ramp in our future engagements. Darkness descended, Morpheus sang his hypnotic lullaby, and I knew no more. 

Pre-dawn and the necessity for my early departure imposed their will on my mind far earlier than I desired. The weak morning rays found me grumpy and not a little petulant. This did not bode well for my Inner Goddess and her voracious appetite. 

Jack nestled his warm body closer, and I could feel the sleepy heat of his body begging me to rejoin him in heavenly slumber. Although, sleep was certainly not on Jack’s mind that morning. Curious fingers meandered caressingly over my body, and eternal kisses filled my lips. Jack made it nearly impossible to be moody, yet my Inner Goddess was sluggish. Until…his warm, ceaseless lips found the rounded tip of my nearest breast. The tingling flush of need coursed from my mound, over the dip of my abdomen, through the valley, over the gilded breastbone, and up my throat to exit with a gasp. My Inner Goddess had awoken and was ravenous. 

Jack’s devotion was seductive and fitting for the wintery morning twilight. My Inner Goddess heartily bemoaned the prerequisite for a concise interlude. But no matter. She would make the most of the fleeting time with her adoring Casanova. 

By this time, Jack’s fingers had “innocently” trailed their way to my moistening slit. Instinctively, my fingers curled into the linens, and I pressed closer, my forehead touching his chest with a groan of pleasure. I could feel my muscles tensing, my spine curving heavenwards in preparation for the proliferation of my first climax. 

“Every morning should begin this way!” Moaned my Inner Goddess for the zillionth time in her life. 

Though dutifully persistent, the silken, gliding strokes of Jack’s immersed fingers were having a profound impact on my inner jewel. There was no customary fierce jackhammering, fingers curling over the mantled shelf, and yet, I could feel my inner jewel rousing, pulsing. This was the singular artful seduction of my temperamental orb. To my incredulity and with almost no effort on my part, the floodgates unsealed. Like a velvety Hollywood carpet, my orgasm unrolled and flowed from the deepest chambers, skimming through my curtains and cascading down my thighs to travel as far as my lower back before being sponged up by the rumped bedding. The whole affair had been so beautiful and delicate that I hardly made a sound in my disbelief! 

I could feel Jack’s complacent smile. Though awash in the radiant aftershocks of my release, my eyes remained blithely fastened. Emboldened, Jack resumed enticing my unpredictable inner jewel until the linens became a hopeless loss. Forever the astute lover, Jack employed yet another tool for my morning ravishment. Specifically, the broad flat of his thumb swirling over my pearl. My body became emblazoned by the cacophony of sensations and conflicting orgasms vying for mastery. My mind flickered with salacious images as my impending climax burgeoned within me. 

Frustration began to niggle in the corners of my mind. No matter how I tried to persuade and tempt my pearl, like an evasive Quidditch Snitch, she refused to be captured and dissolved into a splintering orgasm. She was, instead, choosing to hover just out of reach. My Inner Goddess begged and wailed as Jack flattered and lured my pearl with experienced dedication. I am unsure if my body was simply being stubborn or if my mind was more observant of the little white rabbit and his ticking pocket watch. Needless to say, my obstinant pearl was having none of it, refusing to cum and choosing to flit about until my Inner Goddess was fuming. 

All would not be lost; there was a multitude of ways to instigate pleasure! Chief on my mind – riding the impertinent glory that had made his presence known against my thigh for some time. With a devil-may-care grin, I transitioned astride Jack’s hips, beaming at the delight reflected on his handsome face. If my pearl was determined to be rebellious and unwilling, well, I would just have to show her who was truly in charge!

Rather than a jouncing up and down motion, I began to grind and rock my hips, using the base of Jack’s immense glory and athletic hips to my advantage. There was more than one way to beguile a resistant pearl, even if that meant engaging in authoritative domination. Faster and faster, my hips ground my pearl against the firm flesh of Jack’s willing body while my fingers dug into his stern pectorals. Laboriously, I worked, my thighs burning under the strain and the bed screaming its loud disapproval. 

At last, I found myself on the precipice, my pearl’s seizure imminent, but I was not alone this time. Jack was in the throws of his own spirling climax. “Come with me!!” I wanted to exclaim, but my clenched jaw would not relax. With a vicelike grip on the decorative headboard bars, my hips a mad pistoning machine, we burst into exhilarated stardust—our vocal outpouring interweaving in the frosting morning sunbeams. My long sought-after orgasm was conclusively mine, and in the process, we had won Jack’s rousing exhalation!

Weary, I dissolved into Jack’s welcoming embrace. I could not help smiling at the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the brisk palpitation of his pulse. Honestly, mine was in a similar situation, and it thrilled my heart. I inhaled Jack’s essence and felt peace. Now, if only I could have stayed there and utterly ignored the frenzied white bunny and his intrusive timepiece. 

Alas, until next time, OX. Elsie