July 2023 – Audio Version

Although utterly exhausted from my tedious day, I was tickled to see Jack’s broad grin and feel his strong hands wrap around my waist as he stepped into my living room. I pressed into his body, curving my whole form into him, wrapping my arms around his neck as he pulled me close. My Inner Goddess sighed at the welcome embrace. 

We sat on the couch for over an hour, laughing and swapping stories. There is something about Jack’s aura that sets me at ease, and as before, our conversation flowed like a happy river skipping over a dozen conversations. I felt no nervousness and lounged my head against his shoulder as Jack once more regaled me with stories of his youth. 

My lashes began to flutter just a little slower as my body relaxed in the safety of his masculine voice. Sultry music played, and the A/C quietly clicked on and off as it worked in the background. I mused, wondering when was the last time I had felt such peace. I was giving some response when Jack turned his head towards me, hooked my chin with a finger, and softly kissed me. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, still holding my chin. “What were you saying?”

I shook my head. Like a firefly, the comment had sparked and blinked away. I leaned in for another of his velvety kisses, abandoning myself in the bliss of his embrace. Cupping his head and continuing to kiss and explore his mouth, I straddled Jack’s lap, inhaling his essence. Heavens, he smelled good. Masculine currents teased my nose, but something deeper pricked my senses and reminded me of water, cool and refreshing. It was incredibly odd and yet addictive. I kissed down his neck as I explored the scent of his tanned skin. 

As before, Jack lifted me into his arms, utterly seducing me as he carried me to my bed. Caught up in the ecstasy of being buoyed in his arms, I cautioned my Inner Goddess to slow her ardent kisses. I was afraid of accidentally being knocked into a wall corner. Jack needed his face in order to maneuver the narrow passage to my room.  

“Would it really be that bad?” My Inner Goddess retorted. 

I imagined blossoming bruises and a possible headache. My feisty Inner Goddess fantasized about pictures clattering to the floor as we clawed and tore each other’s clothes off. My Inner Goddess certainly has a vibrant and slightly painful imagination, leaving my body to wonder just how we will ever manage to keep up with her voracious needs!

I was gently placed on the bed, kissed, and slowly had my hydrangea blue booty shorts and lacy top removed from my eager body. Jack’s T-shirt and shorts were quickly discarded, allowing the pale light to dance across his exposed skin. My Inner Goddess moaned as we wiggled our fingers, an invitation for Jack to join us on the bed. 

We reveled in each other’s arms for the following hours, gentle yet firm and passionate as our bodies explored and knit together. The heat of Jack’s naked, pounding flesh drove my Inner Goddess into a frenzy of orgasmic delight. First on my back, transitioning onto all fours, then flat on my abdomen as Jack’s long fingers carefully wove into my sapphire curls had me orgasming over and over. In my desperate climax, my fingers clung to the bedsheets pulling them from the corner of the mattress as I fully surrendered my body to Jack’s devotion and skill. 

I sat astride Jack, taking my fill of his exquisitely long and lithe body, alternating between kissing his firm lips and clinging to the headboard as his hips rocketed into my body. My Inner Goddess tried to glimpse our bodies in the tiny armoire mirror in my dressing room, but disappointingly, we were too far up on the bed. Jack chose that moment to quicken and deepen his thrusts, scattering all thoughts and reason into oblivion as my body exploded for the millionth time in concert with his insistent movements. 

In an abrupt blink, the lights throughout my home winked out, leaving us in near pitch blackness. With a rolling chuckle, I bid Alexa light various lamps throughout the apartment. My body took the interruption as an opportunity to report my dehydration levels. Leaning down to kiss Jack, I noted that both of us desperately needed refreshment. My legs and knees nearly gave way as I slipped off Jack and attempted to stand. My Inner Goddess grinned devilishly at the wobbly jelly of my lower limbs. 

“You know it’s exceptional when you can’t even stand afterward,” She cooed. 

Cuddled together once more, Jack tentatively inquired about spending the night. My Inner Goddess held her breath, afraid if she showed too much delight, she would frighten my overly-cautious heart. This second request took me aback. Our first sleepover had been beautiful, and I slept profoundly, but I wondered if Jack had had the same experience. My Inner Goddess rolled her eyes at the absurdity. Jack would only request if he felt the same way. When would I learn to take a person’s words at face value? After quickly calculating how much time my morning routine would require for work, I bit my lip and nodded my assent. 

We spooned in the soft darkness, whispering sweet nothings as the fan hummed in the background. Though my heart ached at the familiarity of being nestled in a man’s arms, tears did not threaten to spill over my lashes. Together, we drifted into the Sleep Lord’s realm, contentedly dreaming in our embrace. 

The fibers of my heart began to knit together as I slept. In the heat of Jack’s presence, tiny heart shards melted and melded, becoming larger, more whole pieces. Stop – do not get the wrong idea. Please understand that I am not falling in love with Jack, nor am I building castles in the clouds with anyone. I have spent the last two and a half years battling every negative thought about myself and my lovability. For far too long, feelings of abandonment and despair have battled for dominance behind a somewhat placid mask. 

Now, I was nestled in a man’s arms, no strings attached, no expectations. A man was in my bed because he wanted to, not even for the first time but for the second time! Jake wanted to be there, not out of pity or concern, but he received comfort and contentment from staying. Jack wanted to spend the night…with me. This seemingly small act meant the world to my bruised soul. 

The alarm sang its trilling call to rise. I groggily woke to discover I was still nestled in Jack’s embrace as he spooned my sleepy form, his long legs twisted with my own. I wondered if either of us had moved since first falling asleep. My Inner Goddess helpfully flashed memories of cuddling against his warm chest in various positions in the middle of the night. I drowsily smiled and pushed my hips back into the curve of his tight abdomen. My actions stirred the sleeping beast. My Inner Goddess continued our hips’ sultry push and swirl, egging Jack’s body to respond. It only took a moment for Jack to reciprocate and press back in response. His glory stiffened against my peaches. My Inner Goddess was utterly gleeful. Morning sex!! We were going to have morning sex. Sure, our time might be a little rushed, but it would be absolutely worth it. 

“I don’t want to make you late for work,” Jack’s words tickled my ear as he nuzzled my neck. His arms were still tight around my body, but his lean hips had paused their grinding against me. In contrast, I appreciated his gentlemanly concern and awareness of my pressing schedule, but I wanted him to press against something needy of mine! My Inner Goddess had intentionally set an early alarm in hopes of this situation. 

“There’s time,” I breathed and leaned against him in encouragement. Some things were far more important than work. 

Jack must have been just as hopeful because he quickly reached for the foil resting on the headboard. My Inner Goddess could barely contain her joy; when had he set the foil up there? Jack slipped on the protection with deft speed and glided into my moist goddess while I remained facing away from him on my side. Heavens, I was so ready for him. My body and soul craved his masculine attention. I clung to my pillow, twisting to bury my face in the downy comfort, uneasy about waking my neighbors so early as my orgasms overwhelmed my senses and burst from my lips. 

There is something immensely beautiful and soft about morning intimacy—the cool darkness of the room lit by the sparks of passion and orgasmic release. Bodies warm and SLEEPY, yet the need for connection feels irresistible as limbs tangle and twist in the folds of the sheets. The world waited for the barest brush of naked feet to touch the floorboards to suck the barer down into responsibilities. Yet, as long as we remained in the curve of each other’s bodies, we were safe and untouchable. 

Jake rose to his knees, spreading my legs in a V as he redoubled his penetrating efforts. My body swirled and tensed, climaxed, and then released every atom of stress. Attentive, Jack kept pace with my explosive need. I could have wept as my soul remembered dozens of mornings just like this: the desperate longing sated by quick intimacy before work, setting a positive course to my day and adding a bounce to my step. Before long, I gave up worrying about the neighbors and devoted my full attention to Jack and my Inner Goddess. 

Knowing our time was short, I breathed in Jack’s ear, asking what would please him. Heat flushed my Inner Goddess at his response, and I quickly flipped over as Jack sprawled back into the warm pillows. I eagerly took his lengthy glory between my lips and slipped him deep into my throat. My nose brushed against his loins. I happily inhaled his sleepy scent as I slid back and forth, reveling in the experience as his fingers lightly played with my messy sapphire curls. It was not long before his fingers released my hair, and both fists tightened around the rumpled sheets. My Inner Goddess zoned in on him as Jack began to swell, determined that his release would be hers. 

I watched Jack’s body through my eyelashes as my tongue swirled and my lips squeezed his thickening glory. Tendrils of curls fell about my face, the tips moistening as I drooled over Jack. Right cheek pressed into the pillow, arms tight, and fingers wrapped in the loose sheets; Jack began to groan long and deeply. I was careful to maintain my speed and pressure, concerned I might ruin the building pressure. I felt the wings of my Inner Goddess fully extend as Jack began to pant, and his ripe glory began to pulse as my creamy breakfast coated the walls of my waiting mouth. Gawds, I love the moment of a man’s intense release. I licked every drop with sincere pleasure before reaching for a small towel and tenderly wrapping his exhausted glory in its cozy depth. 

Still kneeling between Jack’s thighs, I leaned over and rested my head on his abdomen, his glory resting between us. My Inner Goddess wanted nothing more than to remain right where we were—immovable in the stillness of Jack’s naked body. The morning stars twinkling around us. I wished we could fall back to sleep, wake for another round, and then grin across the breakfast table at each other like fools. Even the morning songbirds twittered their agreement. 

With a grumpy pout, I rose to shower, preparing for my day as quickly and quietly as possible. Now and then, peeking to gaze at the naked man dozing in my bed. Because of my rushing around, I was tickled to discover I had 16 minutes before I needed to leave. I set a timer for 15 minutes and, despite my dress and makeup, curled back in bed with the naked god as he rested on his side. He groggily cooed at my return and pulled my breasts and face into the hollow of his warm bare chest. My Inner Goddess swooned at the welcome. With a great sigh, I threaded my legs between his thighs and fully relaxed in his arms. It was odd to feel such peace, dozing off, knowing the alarm would keep me from tarrying too long in the arms of the man resting in my bed. 

The alarm beeped its warning; the day and responsibilities could no longer be ignored. Jake rose with a final kiss on my forehead and began dressing under my Inner Goddess’ lustful gaze. My intense workload quickly squashed her thoughts of playing hooky and crawling back into bed. She folded her arms and scowled at me.  

“Besides,” I reminded her. “Jake as to get to work himself.” My reasoning did little to improve my Inner Goddess’ grumbling, and I chuckled at her hunger for more.

Fingertips grazing my waist, Jack walked me to my car as the breeze ruffled my skirt and my Inner Goddess’ nearly translucent wings. I drove away; his kiss still damp on my lips. I was reasonably confident that my Inner Goddess glowed just a bit brighter than the dawning sun peeking its face over the horizon.  

Until next time, XO. Elsie