December 2023 – Audio Version

I am gliding through the mystical temple, judiciously balancing on my 5″ heels. Clad in sheer crimson, I marvel at the beauty and grace around me. The sacred temple rings with the sounds of merrymaking and salacious love. My Inner Goddess is in a state of Nirvana as I become a discreet voyeur to the scantily clad gaiety encircling me. 

My breath catches as a Goddess Queen reclines on a plump pallet; balletic goddesses swarm her, and I am yearning to join them in their ardent adoration of the Goddess Queen. My feet do not move, yet somehow, my Inner Goddess propels my nervous body forward. The Goddess Queen’s eyes flicker open as I approach, and her sparkling eyes gaze into the depth of my hazel orbs.  

“May I join you?” I query, a slight catch in my throat. 

“Of course!” Her face is radiant in response, and I bite my lip in happiness.

Slipping my scarlet heels from my petite feet, I slide onto the bed beside the Goddess Queen. A goddess with hair the color of August wheat is already exploring the Goddess Queen’s exquisite pearl, while a goddess with deep caramel tresses and a bonnie face is worshiping the Goddess Queen’s voluptuous right breast. I lean close to the Goddess Queen’s prone form and imitate the bonnie goddesses’ example. 

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Incalescent radiating from the Goddess Queen’s soft skin is overloading my senses, and her regal body begins to tremble in the prequakes of a dominant orgasm. In what I hope is a sensual manner, I move my hand, cupping the Goddess Queen’s bosom to glide up her sternum, curling my fingers around her beautiful neck and into her tousled ebony curls. Tilting her head toward me, I devour her honeyed lips. I charge my racing heart to still at the exchange of royal kisses. Her lips are firm, dainty, and delicious. Forgetting this moment is for the Goddess Queen’s enjoyment, I moan into her mouth, undulating my hips in harmony with her quaking form.

The Goddess Queen is bucking in response to the revering goddesses. Her exclamations fill the temple, and onlookers gather to witness the Goddess Queen’s magnificent eruption. I am caught between the desire to pull back and join the gaze of those gathered and my reluctance to tear myself away from the sweet ambrosia of the Goddess Queen’s captivating lips and sensitive breasts. Her climax nears, her muscles are tense beneath her pale skin, and her darling chin trembles. The bonnie goddess and I redouble our concentration on the Goddess Queen’s responsive breasts and pert, erect nipples. The golden-haired goddess has not ceased in her efforts and has begun to moan her rapture and thrill at the Goddess Queen’s wanton slit. 

In endearing triumph, the Goddess Queen cries out! The power of her climax is lifting her to an almost seated position, one aristocratic hand tangled in the golden tresses of the head at her glistening apex. My hand slides to the ladder of the Goddess Queen’s back in support. My kisses dot her stately shoulder and neck. Gasping, the Goddess Queen collapses back onto the bed, but just one orgasm will not do for Her Highness. The goddesses do not release the Goddess Queen, and I follow their precedent.   

We do not rest until the Goddess Queen is trembling and giggling in satisfied delectation, her manicured fingers covering the rosy blush of her cheeks. She is utterly adorable in her sudden shyness. Were it suitable, I believe the onlookers would have clapped and cheered at the Goddess Queen’s pleasure. As it was, their appreciative faces displayed their amusement and acclamation of her all-consuming release. 

The Goddess Queen cherishes our faces in her palms as she kisses her gratitude before releasing us to our recreations in the Temple of Aphrodite. I am flushing a poppy rosiness; the indulgence has truly been my treat. I rise from the rotund pallet in search of sustenance and the companionship of my Love. I smile and sigh a little. Who knew adoring a Goddess Queen could raise such an appetite? 

The Moon Goddess is vigilant in her heavenly guardianship as the stars shower the temple in twinkling silver enchantment. I nibble on rich delicacies and dance with winsome naiads and prancing dryads. Beguilingly, I flutter my eyelashes at recumbent gods on their surrounding cushions as I twist and twirl in time to the ensemble. 

My Love draws near to me. Compelling hands encircle my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace. I drown in the waves of his ardent kisses. I am heady at the sultry scent of his cologne, and I press closer, burying my nose in the curve of his bronze neck and inhaling his ethos. We move in harmony to the melodic strains. Wistfully, I urge the Moon Goddess to keep the Sun God at bay, delaying the first bloom of dawn for as long as possible. I do not wish for our visit to the Temple of Aphrodite to ever draw to a close. 

A feminine hand skims the flesh from my shoulder to my crooked elbow. I turn. At my side is a bubbly, graceful goddess; her saucy eyes are twinkling with merriment and something more. Welcoming and curious, I return her smile.

“Would you like to come with me?” Her audacious tone implies what her words do not specify. 

My face lights up as my eyes grow vast in surprise. Being a shy wallflower, I am of the strong persuasion that, as a mortal, I am more or less invisible. Why would a celestial dain glance my way when there are strapping gods and lithesome goddesses to solicit and adore? Nevertheless, the tall goddess is awaiting my answer. Bemused, my Love smiles at my dazed bewilderment as, with a nod, I mutely place my hand in the goddess’ outstretched palm and trot after her to a raised corner of the temple. 

My giddy Inner Goddess stretches on the airy pallet, allowing the Raven Goddess to work the hem of my sheer negligee across my ample hips and up to my petite waist. I feel in a fog, unsure and awkward in my responses. The goddess knows no such uncertainty. Her movements are smooth and willowy as she moves atop me, gingerly massaging every curve with delicate grace. Her fingertips catch the filmy gossamer, unveiling my shapely breasts. Her bosom sways above me, and the urge to nuzzle and bury my face in their embrace is overpowering, and I succumb to their bewitching beauty. Each faultless orb fills my hands, and the softness rivals Vicuna. Gods of Olympus! At this moment, I could happily pass into the Fields of Elysium without regret.

The tireless goddess caresses and pets, kisses, and seduces my body with every touch of her curvaceous body. I am gasping in necessity and perplexed to be singled out by this eternal goddess. I can feel my orgasm burgeoning within me even before the Raven goddess spreads my legs and bends her luscious lips to my swelling pearl. 

I. Am. Undone. I am barely conscious of the firm phallic silicone aid the clever goddess employs on my behalf. I writhe and shriek as my body obeys her every whim. Her long fingers and brimming lips replace the silicone, and finding my pearl, the goddess begins to suck, tongue swirling as her fingers penetrate and claim my inner jewel. I am making a ruckus. I just know it. I clap my hand to my mouth to silence my shrieks, but it does not help; the goddess is much too compelling. I would blush in embarrassment, yet my body is far too preoccupied with the rising and falling of my successive orgasms to be concerned with respect to my vocals or the growing throng of watchers I can just make out through my clenched lashes. 

The Raven Goddess is relentless, and I treasure her for it. Alternating between the phallus, her wonderous fingers, and her mouth, the goddess brings me to the point of quivering ecstasy. I can feel my nectar running down and taste it on her coral lips as she leaves me breathless in her velvety kisses. I run my fingers through her silken tresses, brushing them from her merry cheeks. Her fingers continue to mesmerize my inner jewel while I am overwhelmed by the weight and majesty of her pendulous bosom once more.

At last, my chest panting and lungs wheezing, I am limp on the damp linens. My heart is racing, and my Inner Goddess is beaming like a glittering comet. I can hardly form words into a sentence, my legs wobble like a newborn fawn, and I question the wisdom of donning my imposing heels in my present state. Penning this account, I ask myself if I remembered to thank the talented goddess for her adoration on my wanton behalf. I unquestionably hope I was profuse in my gratitude. The Raven Goddess’ intoxicating kiss is a parting gift as I return to my Love’s arms with a flushed face and tousled curls.   

Now, one would think that after such monumental encounters, my tale would end here, and honestly, I thought the same as I sipped my garnet wine. After all, I had already been spoiled at the hands and buxom breasts of divine goddesses. Nonetheless, weaving on their ageless loom, the Fates are determined to see me thoroughly corrupted tonight! After all, it would be a grave insult to visit the Temple of Aphrodite and leave on steady feet and with flawlessly coifed hair. Oh no, to enter the Temple of Aphrodite is to experience the all-encompassing extent of lustful hedonism.    

Not to be outdone by the Olympian goddesses, my eager Love directs me to an empty bed, pinning me onto its smooth sheets with the sheer weight of his body and presence. Gods, how did I get so lucky?! Just as my lips devoured the Goddess Queen’s, so does my Love until my Inner Goddess is near to fainting at the romanticism and zeal. I feel his girth heavy on my abdomen as his hips bear down, constricting on me. When did he remove his silken trousers?

“What does it matter!?!?” My Inner Goddess is already reaching to oversee his weighty length toward my impatient slit. “I need him! Now!!”

She is correct, and I dismiss the query without another thought. In the throws of passion, I find myself astride my Love’s athletic waist. I try to be gentle with my guidance, but there is a certain unexplainable urgency to my movements. I must have my Love filling me, sating my desolate void, or else my Inner Goddess fears she will perish. I shake my head at the ever-dramatic Inner Goddess. She would have you convinced it was days, not hours since my Love was ours. Yet, I hasten to position our bodies as swiftly as possible, lowering myself so as not to injure either of us.  

How can fireworks burst in such magnitude and brilliant colors with a single thrust? I claw his back, though heedful not to mark his bronzed flesh, but I am desperately yearning to. Animalistic compulsion demands I mark him as my own, but respect dictates restraint. My nails are the only part of me demonstrating self-control as my Love torments my swollen inner jewel in his riotous bombardment and jutting ridge.

While aware of my surroundings, beings remain as vague shadows floating just on the outskirts of my peripheral vision. Until…my Love enacts his Stag card and beckons a lounging god near. The warrior god is not only invited nigh but coaxed him to participate. My Love directs the warrior god to place his stiffening glory in my mouth! I am bereft of speech! We have talked of such a moment for hours, but until now, the opportunity has not presented itself. I pause my rollicking hips, letting my weight settle on my Love as the fierce god offers his glory for my delectation. Extending my moist tongue, I swirl my tip around his blossoming head. I take him a little deeper, moaning as I detect not only the warrior god’s glistening essence but also the salty remnants of a goddess. My Inner Goddess is smiling wickedly at the perception!

My Love is impatient, and gripping my narrow waist in his hands, he lifts and releases my form, gliding up and down his granite glory. My right-hand bears the weight of the warrior god’s hefty jewels. My left-hand rests, palm downward, above my Love’s heart, a baluster sustaining me upright while I bounce on his hips and bob back and forth across the warrior god’s eminence. 

Fates Above. I feel my nectar gushing down my folds and pooling in excess on my Love’s Adonis Belt. Snowy wings on full display, my Inner Goddess explores the length and breadth of the warrior god, internally giggling as he flexes and his jewels tighten against his loins. My body is on fire, and I do not mean the burning of my legs as they piston my form. Orgasmic flames are scorching my soul in the heat of my transcendent climax. Protective of the treasure I hold behind my lips, I am groaning with all my heart, cuming with all my might. I endure until the battering intervals slow, alleviating the vehement burning of my lifeblood. With a wide grin, the Warrior god nods his head and withdraws. 

I. Feel. Transcendent. 

My Love has more plans for me, and in a single, smooth move, I find myself gazing at stars. My thin arms are tightly wrapped about his muscular torso, and my knees dig into his ribs as I cling to my Love for support. My mind and Inner Goddess explore the cosmic universe of my climax at his wild, dominating penetration. I am crying and groaning until my throat is tender. Critically, I dearly wish I was a less vocal consort. How distracting and annoying I must be to the multitude drifting hither and thither in the temple. The focus should be on the power and might of my Love’s prominent glory, the riveting potency of his thighs, and the hypnotic vigor and depth of his penetrating thrusts…not the wailing banshee beneath him. My Inner Goddess is hiding her face in resigned hopelessness of ever turning me into a refined and sophisticated paramour. I wedge one of my left knuckles between my teeth and bear down in a weak attempt to stifle my clamorous outpouring. I cannot help expressing the exquisite fractionalization of my soul at the hands and body of my Love. 

“Turn around,” my avid Love growls in my ear, causing goosebumps to ripple throughout my forearms. “I want to take you from behind and everyone to watch.” 

I am keen to obey. My knuckle bears fierce teeth marks, and is wildly grateful for the position change. Let the bed linens endure my inferno, and the mattress stifle my tumultuous cries!

I circle to the right and kneel on the plush surface, bowing my sapphire curls and shoulders to the milling throng. I raise my capacious hips, waiting for my Love as he positions himself behind me, teasing my moist, pulsing slit with the bulging crown of his throbbing glory. Normally an enthusiastic exhibitionist, I suddenly feel a bit exposed in front of all the spectators. My derriere is in the air for all to see. THRUST. Nope, never mind! I do not have time for such silly worries. I am my Love’s and, for the moment, his to control. 

I yearn to raise my head to the onlookers. Are the goddesses contemplating what my Love can do? Do they wish to trade places? Do they see his impressive rippling chest? The sharp cut of his pectorals? Do they drool over his bulging shoulders and the straining muscles of his forearm as his sturdy palms clamp onto my restless hips? Are they daring enough to gaze at my Love’s distinct greatness? Gawds, I would love to witness my Love in action, to glimpse the scrunched-up face of a goddess beneath him as he sends her splintering soul into the galaxy far beyond us. The very imagery has my Inner Goddess in a lecherous delirium. I surge into the volley until I am unsure who is the master. For a moment, I worry this might have been a mistake. With each inception, my Love pierces my inner gateway, and my wails momentarily reach a higher octave in blissful agony.

“Relax your abdomen, but pull upwards and breathe through it.” My Inner Goddess encourages. “Let’s show the Temple of Aphrodite just what he can do!!”

I am balling the sheets in my fist, rooting my elbows, and locking my bent knees in place. Show the world, indeed! We will leave them marveling at our unity’s raw passion and avidity. I strive in opposition to my Love’s dominant assault, concealing my shouts as the weight of my climax and temple sorcery leave me spellbound. I am trembling and shaking. The world is fading away in the power of my orgasm until nothing, not even my Love, exists.

With perfect timing, I feel the onslaught slacken and the rhythm slow. I am panting as my appreciative lungs swell with great pockets of air. My cheeks redden as I raise my rumpled head and blurrily survey the temple. I catch smirking smiles and flashing eyes. My face burns, yet I feel no shame or ignominy, not here in the Temple of Aphrodite. 

Hand in hand, we return to the festivities, rejoining the revelers. I am nibbling, savoring, and dancing to the erotic heartbeat of the temple. Time has no responsibilities this night and ticks languidly by. As the Moon Goddess keeps a fascinated watch, I lean on a low wall, tapping my toes in synthesis with the jingling tune, consuming an ambiguous cabernet. I happily consider the divine gathering loitering and laughing in the vicinity enclosing me. 

A stately Knight approaches me, and he engages me in light conversation. I am beyond thrilled and find him an excellent conversationalist. However, being my genuinely clumsy self, I practically bungle the exchange and very nearly prevent the following events from ever taking place! 

“So..” the lordly Knight begins after a brief pause.

“Buttons on your underwear!” I blithely chirp.

“Umm…what?” An odd and puzzled look passes onto his handsome face.

“Oh, you know sayings, ‘like a duck on a June bug.’” A cautionary alert begins ringing faintly in my head. Ever the bull in the china shop, I ignore it and charge onward. “Like, ‘water off a duck’s back!’ So when someone says, ‘so…’ you finish it with ‘buttons on your underwear!” 

The mental bell is still ringing its sharp warning and guessing from the Knight’s face…I am missing something and about to chase him off for good. I cannot fathom what the alert is attempting to communicate. I hurry on to atone for my thoughtless rambling.

“It must be a Kansas thing…” I mumble weakly. 

Embarrassment is beginning to creep across my face while comprehension is slowly dawning in a small distant part of my consciousness. The Knight gives a polite shrug of his shoulders and a slight shake of his head. Not in a rude or discourteous manner. I give a painful bite to my lip. Oh, why am I incapable of carrying out a cultured tête-à-tête with an immortal?

“Would you like to join me in a bower?” The Knight’s words are subtle and curious; I almost don’t catch them amid my internal criticism.

I am shocked and wholly caught off guard. The strapping Knight is inquiring concerning spending private time…with me?! That’s what the warning bells were trying to convey as I mindlessly prattled. I feel my jaw hit the floor, leaving my mouth open like a childish codfish. What would my mother say?! My Inner Goddess is wishing the ground would open up and swallow us whole. I am an outright Ding-dong!! The charming Knight had been engaging with me in order to discern my interest in enjoying each other’s momentary company on an intimate level. Mortification washes through me like a glacial ice challenge. Good grief – I am SUCH an idiot!! 

I pray to all the gods not present in the temple that the patient Knight does not recognize the depth of my idiocy. I nod my assent vigorously. I cast my eyes to and fro as I move through the pillared temple until they alight on my Love. With nervous fingers, I signal my intent to him and the willowy goddess beside him. Securing both their validation, I place my hand in the palm of another for a second time that evening. 

My heart is absolutely racing as the door closes behind us. This time, I am thankful for the privacy of a bower. I am far too nervous with this charming Knight to have the wandering eyes of all Olympus upon us. I desperately do not wish to mess this up. 

With tender respect, the lordly Knight pulls me into his embrace, hands lightly resting on my waist as he lowers his great head. I suddenly feel rather timid, my insecurities and inadequacies flashing over my brainwaves, but I tilt my head to his lips. Good heavens! His kisses are full, confident, and candied with a flavor I cannot quite place. I kiss him a second time, attempting to identify the delicious syrup on his tongue. I soon abandon my mission, intrigued by his vibrant aura and the stroke of his broad hands traversing my curves. 

In an unexpected move, the lordly Knight gives a slight bend to his knees as his arms wrap under my thighs and cusp of my derriere. With the ease of an Olympian god, he hoists me into his arms. My legs automatically wrap about his mighty waist. Surprise and awe color my face. My jaw is once more on the floor. I never broadcast, and only after the fact do I ever reveal my supreme delight in being picked up and held. Gods of the universe, why have the Fates chosen to bless me with such exceptional exploits and by such adroit and cavalier divinities? 

I feel weightless in his strapping arms. Giddy and wildly impressed, I explain how tickled I am by his gesture as I wind my arms about the breadth of his solid shoulders. Briefly, relief washes across the Knight’s face, and I cover his lips in grateful kisses. 

My breath is catching in my throat as the great Knight strides to the bed and gently places me on the cool sheet. I start to shiver at his proximity. The Knight inches over me, planting breathless kisses here and there on my naked flesh. The heat of his body swirls on all parts of my body and warms me. My hands are exploring the smooth expanse of his back. I raise my left knee and shin, pressing them close to his hip and thigh. My Inner Goddess is starting to pant, and I audibly moan as his sublime lips discover the arch of my neck. My eyes flutter closed at the contact. 

His hands are fondling my succulent breasts, artful lips venerating every inch as he slowly works his reverence to my pearl. I am clutching the sheets in my fists, heavy with anticipation. While I adore this type of ministrations, I am a bit nervous. The lordly Knight is new to me. The demons of my past pinch my focus, evoking my past life and a spirit who disdained oral ministrations. Before I can indicate that the Knight must not feel any obligation or requirement to devote his focus on my pearl and deprived slit, my Inner Goddes clamps a commanding hand, sealing my mouth. 

“Let’s just see what the handsome Knight has to offer!” She whispers in my ear. “Of course, he knows he does not have to. Don’t be ridiculous!”

I am not entirely convinced. Nevertheless, I sense my Inner Goddess’ abiding curiosity and hold my tongue. Oh, bloody hell!! The Knight is superb, beyond superb! My body is catapulted into the throws of a monstrous orgasm. The effect has me crying through clenched teeth. I am trying not to jerk and interrupt the magnificent Knight as he ravishes my pearl and dainty folds of my slit. The Knight’s fingers skate through my dripping curtains, moving in chorus with his tongue. I feel the tether between body and soul unraveling as my orgasms burgeon within and consume me. 

The unique cunnilingus differences between the Raven Goddess and the great Knight confound me. One is elegant, almost gossamer, passionate, and feminine, and my soul is enchanted. The other is strong, assured, thick-tongued, and masculine. My analytical mind is on a quest to study his technique, yet my body is utterly bewitched. Heaven have mercy on my poor soul! With the opulent skill of such notable congregants, I may never leave the Temple of Aphrodite! Meanwhile, my back bows as my soul is expelled from my chest.

The great Knight, his broad grin soaked in my nectar, is prowling up my body, pausing to kiss the valley betwixt my sonsie breasts. The Knight is taking his time, and I feel luxuriant in his attentiveness to all the little places on my form. I feel his hefty glory graze my inner thigh. My Inner Goddess is trying to slow her breathing in excitement, but I can barely contain myself and nibble my bottom lip. 

Backing off, the Knight fetches a foil and lays recumbent next to me as he makes minor adjustments. An impish smile creases my lips. I must demonstrate my gratitude for his staggering skill and attempt to reciprocate my appreciation. I scramble astride. He inhales sharply, and I am suddenly worried I have been too forward, but his hands settle on my hourglass waist, and he smiles. I exhale!

At our joining, my face turns to the night sky, and I am left gasping at the penetration of his stiff glory. How can anyone dislike the momentary fusing of two forms? The chance to experience the explicit bliss of what the body is capable of! 

My fingertips are relaxed on his naked chest. My hips are moving and undulating over him as my orgasm expands. I begin to increase my pace, using him in what I hope is not a selfish, insensitive manner. The Knight feels delectable, and my Inner Goddess responds to his distinguished glory with exuberance. 

Just as one orgasm is fading, I tingle and sense a presence next to me. Before I can unclench my eyelids, a baritone voice rumbles next to my ear. I cannot comprehend the words, but I know this voice, and my heart skips a beat and then another as my Love hooks a finger under my chin and draws my velvety lips to his. I was so wrapped in my euphoria and present company I had not detected the creak of the door, alerting me. No matter. I am engulfed in his love, thrilled by his presence, assiduously distracted from my current position aside and impaled by the Knight. 

My mind is going numb, hiding behind a blurry protective shield. I am too apprehensive regarding the possibility that a fantasy might come to fruition. I hesitate to instigate or suggest my Inner Goddess’ darkest fancy to my present company. There are too many details to navigate, too many feelings may be bruised, or uncomfortable awkwardness might arise! No, no. It is better to keep my lips sealed. However, my fears are soon allayed. My Love is an accomplished Casanova and smoothly negotiates the entire dalliance, soothing any anxiety. The Knight is gallant and welcomes my Love’s presence. Can this truly be happening?! My Inner Goddess barely dares to breathe lest all this proves to be nothing more than a phantom dream from the deepest caverns of my Inner Goddess. My mind is undoubtedly playing tricks on me! 

Though my consciousness is still in a state of suspended wonder, there is nothing for me to do but take advantage of the unexpected and very real circumstances. My Love is taking turns encouraging the Knight’s feverish bombardment, then silently withdrawing and leaning against the wall as he satisfies his voyeuristic instincts. I know my Love is watching, and the knowledge intoxicates my Inner Goddess while amplifying my orgasms. I am rapidly losing control as I surge, taking what I require from the masculine aura and aided by the sturdy Knight. I am allowing my body and soul to bid farewell to each other as I waft into the cosmos. My hips are moving at a blinding speed. I lean back, and my hands are clenched on the Knight’s oak-like thighs as lava rages along every nerve and vein. I am aware of my shrieks, but I cannot dim them. The erotic sensuality swathes my mind and soul as my body and throat vibrate in resounding climaxes. 

The brush of a finger on my chin brings me back to vague reality. My Love is kneeling on the bed next to the Knight, offering his swollen amaranthine glory to my lips. Hungrily, I devour him, tongue extended, and throat relaxed as I cup his swaying jewels. The Knight’s hand fondles one breast, my Love the other. Drool is threatening to dribble down my chin, but with one hand on the Knight’s firm chest to steady my rocketing hips and the other wrapped around my Love’s bulbous shaft, there is nothing I can do but let it fall, splashing on my naked breasts. 

Carnal desire has me in its clutches; I am a prisoner to my desire. The pressure within is building, and I am growing worried that I will burst if I am not soon released from the mortal dimension. The two men focus on my unarticulated wishes. My euphoria is claiming me, orgasms are dividing me, and magic is pulsing in palpable waves through the private bower. 

Somehow, I find myself spreadeagle on the bed, my derriere just at the very edge of the rounded mattress, legs entwined about my Love’s hips. A beam of doubt pierces the euphoric fog billowing through my mind. How did we get here? Whose idea is this position? Did I request it? Is everyone okay with the turn of events? Is it necessary to check in with the men? I feel so inept and amateurish in return. Am I messing this up? Is there something I am supposed to be doing or reciprocating? My mind is close to panic, to stop the proceedings and to evaluate the situation. My Inner Goddess is refusing to relinquish control of my mind. She is reassuring me that just as the men must trust me to voice my discomfort, so must I depend on them to vocalize any disconcertedness. 

It is a hard task to mollify my worries and trust. Until that is, my Love forcefully grabs my hips, yanking me to the very edge of the mattress and unceremoniously thrusting into my shameless, dripping slit. I gasp, my eyes pop wide, and the metaphysical mist condenses around me once more, annihilating any doubt.

I open my mouth to cry out at the sharp invasion, but I feel a radiating heat—a nearness. The Knight is kneeling at my head. With a sharp upturn of my chin, I gather his thick glory and spread my lips to receive him. I taste my nectar, mingled with the slight saltiness of his precum. I cannot contain myself as we find a continuous, fixed rhythm. However, I cannot tell who is running the cadence. What does it matter? I am in heaven—my Love is pounding, thrusting with a steady, hypnotic beat. I hone in, using it to my advantage as I seek the Knight’s delight. 

I am trying to temper my orgasm, to restrain it so I can teasingly twist my tongue over and around the Knight’s raised ridge and hypersensitive shaft. I feel him throb in response. My Inner Goddess is sparkling, knowing we have had such a physical impact. I feel splendid, regal, as near to immortal as I had ever felt. Anew, I question the possibility that this is nothing more than a lustful dream of my devilish Inner Goddess. 

I am moaning into the Knight’s wondrous glory; my nose is buried close to him, and with each inhale, I detect a faint whiff of his sandalwood essence. I hear an exhortation to arrest the Knight’s jewels into my mouth. This is a brilliant proposition, and releasing his strapping glory, allowing it to loll against my throat, my fingers pull each weighty gem past my ruby lips. Because of their proportions, for a brief moment, I wonder if it is possible to nestle them both into my mouth. Relaxing my jaw, I succeed, but just barely. My Inner Goddess gives me a self-satisfied smirk. My triumph is short-lived as I am propelled into yet another orgasm, and I am weeping to the silvery stars above.  

It is essential to my Inner Goddess that I feel and catalog every tantalizing second. Regardless, the strain of holding a portion of my climax at bay is wearing on me. My attention has been hyperfocused on the men as I am impaled from both ends. I have dreamed of being in such a titillating and seemingly indecorous situation for years. I crave to remember every assertive thrust, the vigor of the hands electrifying my skin, the tang sousing my tastebuds, and the sounds of our striking, glistening bodies. I am rigorously enduring my first MFM and loath for its conclusion! 

Like a tidal wave, the brunt of my frenetic orgasm is upon me. My muscles are screaming under the tension. I release the grand Knight’s spherical treasures and turn my dewy cheek to the rumpled bedding, clawing my fingers in the sheets – a last-ditch effort to tether my soul to the mortal world. Taking keen note of my body’s subtle cues, my Love delivers a resounding barrage, and his merciless fingers dig into the tender flesh of my hips like anchors. I am set adrift in the radiant stratosphere, my Inner Goddess transported beyond this realm as my cells are set ablaze in an orgasmic phenomenon. 

It is a great while before my body and soul drift together, settling into one another. My thudding heart takes even longer to slow. As realization dawns, I note the gentlemen are lying prone on either side of me, close enough to touch were I to outstretch my hand. I muster the fragmented scraps of my strength. I must not let the strapping Knight or my stupendous Love know they have staggered and nigh exhausted me!

I am flattered and honored to have spent an interlude with the esteemed Knight. I hope that, in some small measure, I have pleased and thrilled him. I am staggered by the experience. My mind tries to comprehend the weight and significance, but I am weary, and the wheels protest any serious contemplation. There is always tomorrow for thoughtful introspection.

My fingers are intertwined with my Love’s as we return to the main temple. My Inner Goddess is beaming with such luminescence I fear I will distract the revelers from their festivities. I snuggle into my esteemed Love’s embrace, rapturous in the comfort of his familiarity. I am unable to articulate my emotions. Indeed, my Love and I have discussed and fantasized about such a night. Boundaries, expectations, and spicy fantasies expressed. Yet, I am wordless at the uncomplicated smoothness of our evening and a bit mystified by the beaming look on my Love’s chiseled face. 

Covertly, I search his eyes and reach out to our tethered hearts. I can find no trace of jealousy or possessiveness, just…is that intense pride I see creasing the corners of his sparkling eyes? I take a deep breath and squeeze his hand a little harder. 

What a night…what a life! Hot tears are prickling my eyes as we drive home, so many emotions are welling within me, and I am in a state of suspended disbelief over the night’s events. Until the stars fade and the Moon Goddess retires, never to ascend her heavenly throne, I shall be forever indebted to the Fates, the gods, and my Love for this extraordinary and profound chapter of my life.

A trim little finger is tapping my shoulder. Wearily, I turn to see my Inner Goddess peering down her aristocratic nose at me. How is she not sated and sound asleep in her chaise?!

“You know this isn’t over, right?” She says with an arched eyebrow. 

Oh, dear…she has a roguish smile. This is not a good sign! My face holds a confused look. 

“Well, after everything that happened tonight, we are due a reclaiming!” She states this in a tone that says, “Obviously!”

Oh, heavens! Will I even be able to walk tomorrow?! My Inner Goddess gives an indifferent shrug.

“Not. My. Problem!” She winks at me impudently. I can only shake my head, but suddenly, my heart is racing in animated anticipation. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie