December 2023 – Audio Version

“I’M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!!” My body shrieked, internal alarms flashing their critical distress.

This was perhaps one of the oddest thoughts to have on the verge of a grandiloquent orgasm. My system was in the early throws of sheer panic, unlike anything I had quite experienced. Before I go any further in my narration, allow me to set the stage for just how I found myself in such a state of alarm. 

The winter solstice was nearly upon us, and the Woodland Fae had gathered in dazzling celebration. It had undoubtedly been a night to remember! Even the stars had donned their finest attire, transforming the dale into shimmering majesty. My body had been wined, dined, and dutifully admired. My romantic heart had been wooed and flirted with as my stilettoed heels clicked over the smooth Marley floor. As the Moon Goddess ascended the steps to her heavenly throne, my body was adorned in sheer emerald gauze. I found my Inner Goddess in a salacious tizzy, philandering about the enchanted glen.  

In a secluded bower, my Inner Goddess had marveled as she witnessed the merriment of fauns, nymphs, gods, and goddesses. Their spontaneity and freedom from inhibitions were inspiring, seductive, and bewitching. The Fae were so jovial and carefree, unhindered by societal chains, that I could barely tear my eyes away from their swaying bodies. After a time, inflamed by their passion, I took my Lover’s hand and drew him out to my pavilion and waiting trundle. I pulled him into my fevered embrace, our bodies falling into the bed with a slight bounce. 

His ardent kisses suffocated me in their fervor and desire. My lungs could not keep pace with my racing heart, and my bosom heaved in exertion. As it happened so often with him, the world and even the mystical dancers of the hypnotic glade faded into mist. Nothing existed but him. Though recumbent on the bed, covers scrunched at our toes, I felt weightless under him. Untouchable from the hostile forces abiding in the cosmos. 

The magic of the night seemed to be having a marvelous effect on my Lover as well. Lecherous desire radiated from his muscular body, shrouding me in animalistic heat with each volatile thrust. His hands conquered and claimed as they roved the familiar lines of my naked flesh. My wide hips, my narrow waist, the rising swell of each breast, and then my panting throat knew his touch. They were all his, and he knew it. 

My Lover’s hands gripped my ample hips with carnal demand, lifting and forcing me up and onto all fours, yanking my hips back into the taut scoop of his own. My mind was heady at the speed of my compelled repositioning and re-domination of his impertinent glory. My Inner Goddess could not have been more pleased with our wanton predicament. I did not even bother stuffing my throat with the pillowy down. Let all the glade know of my Lover’s conquest. 

And then there I was, panic challenging the endorphins and adrenaline coursing through my veins. My body glistening and reddening from the relentless pummeling of his hips. My fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. 

“I’M NOT GOING TO MAKE IT!!” My body cried in terror, the message flashing like a Mayday call over my brain’s dashboard. 

What did it mean?! In nanoseconds, a billion analytical thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to interpret the desperate missive from my body. What did “I’m not going to make it” mean?! Was I going to survive? Was I truly going to burst into stardust? Was it going to hurt? Did I need to inhale? Had I forgotten how to breathe, and was I on the verge of passing out?  Again, what did “I’m not going to make it” mean?!

“Let’s find out, shall we?!?!?!?!?!” My Inner Goddess crowed with a “devil may care” gleam in her eye. 

My eyes nearly bulged from their sockets at her. My body had issued a warning! Our recourse should be to notify my Love and precede with prudent caution…wasn’t it?! My Inner Goddess slammed my derrière into the penetrating onslaught before I could voice my protest. 

Pain exploded through every fiber and sinew of my mortal form. Yet, pain is not quite the precise word. Sweet agony? Delicious torment? Blissful agony? The blinding violence of my orgasm very nearly split me in twain. My form had long since collapsed from all fours to prone on the covers, and still, my Lover and climax prevailed over my mind, body, and soul. My consciousness was firmly beset with the compulsive power surging through me, every muscle shaking in intense concentration as they tried to hold my being together. My Inner Goddess released the tether of my mind, freeing me to the embrace of euphoric bliss. However, in doing so, my Inner Goddess closed off my Hippocampus from retaining memories beyond faint shadows of the subsequent proceedings. 

I recall my Love’s guttural exclamation into the starlight of my bower. The triumph of my Inner Goddess. The empty void at his withdrawal. The reassurance of his body as he gathered me to him and the welcome succor of sleep drifting and settling over me like a first winter snow, blanketing me in darkness. I knew no more but the even breathing of the one my heart adored. 

Insistent pressure where my buttocks curve to meet my thighs and fervid lips freckling my shoulders and back brushed away the fog of sleepy exhaustion. A probing palm cupped the generous weight of my breast. It took my mind a moment to remember where I was, but my Inner Goddess needed no such reflection. Wiggling my hips into the indent of his spooning body, my Inner Goddess signaled not only her wakefulness but also her eagerness for my Lover’s morning advances. 

The amorous man needed no second invitation, promptly pouncing on top of me as he rolled me from my side onto my abdomen. I had to chuckle at his forthright speed. Ever ardent, it seemed that the night in the glade had lit a wolfish passion within, and he would have me once more. Memories of the night before were projected over my sealed lids, and I began to recall the wondrously brutal orgasm from the night before. A grin graced my face as my body responded to the morning stimulation. My Lover worked and swirled my pearl, spreading my lubricant downwards with his broad thumb before positioning his glistening head at my apex. I ran a quick systems check over my body, focusing on my slit and inner jewel. Aside from some slight tenderness, I seemed to have not only survived the night and my raging climax in one piece, but my Inner Goddess was primed and poised for round two. 

My Inner Goddess rolled her eyes at my absurdity. Of course, I was fine. I was more than fine. I was created for this! Sculpted for carnal intimacy. Forged for rough domination. The world was my oyster, and with my Love at my side…err, at the moment, on top of me, all the libertine desires were ours to partake in and savor. With that impudent thought, my Inner Goddess gave an impetus shove backward, launching me into the vigorous tirade behind me and my first-morning orgasm. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie