January 2023 – Audio Version

Boom, Boom…Boom.

I stood at my front door, my hand hovering over the handle, and counted out, “One Mississippi.” No need to seem too eager. But he knew I was, “I have plans for you,” and “You will be sore tomorrow.” he had promised. I could hear his growl over text, and I knew my body would be at his mercy tonight. 

I thought I would be the one making a statement that night. I was clad in a lacy, sapphire blue bodysuit, and my black eyelash lace robe whispered over my breasts, causing my nipples to harden when I moved. I completed the ensemble with sparkling sapphire heels, which complemented the outfit. My legs felt long and exquisite, rising all the up to the peachy curves of my perfectly round cheeks, perfectly framed in the tight V created from the delicate body suit. I looked stunning, and my body knew it. There was no room for insecurities tonight. 

“Two Mississippi.” I breathed. 

I opened the door. Who has time for five Mississippi when a gorgeous man is waiting on you? I opened the door, and despite myself, I gasped. He stood there grinning with one arm resting on the door frame and a play bag was thrown over one shoulder. He had dressed up as a treat, and dear god, did he look damn good. 

Well-fitting dark jeans encased his powerful legs, and a fresh white cotton button-down lay beneath a crisp black sports jacket. A black onyx bolo glimmered at his throat, complete with his authentic cowboy boots with black stetson to top it all off. I just stood there, my mouth open like a silly codfish. 

He chuckled, “You gonna let me in?” At that moment, he could have asked me for anything, even half my kingdom, and I would have granted his wish without question. 

Falling over my words, I bid him enter. Still chuckling, knowing he’d won, he grasped the back of my neck, pulling me in for the deepest, most potent kisses. I was his, weak, helpless, and his figure crowed in utter delight at his control over my body. I could barely hold myself upright in my stilettos when he released me. 

“Uh, wine?” I weakly offered. Two half-full glasses waited on the table behind me. 

“What do you think?” he asked. “I told you I have plans for you.” Then without another word, he led me to my bedroom. The soft light from my bedroom outlined his body as we passed through the dark hallway. The image made my knees weak, and my steps faltered. I was grateful I had slipped from my heels at the front door. I stood in the doorway, meekly, waiting for his commands. 

“Undress me.” He commanded.

My inner goddess started squealing and jumping up and down at the chance to undress this Adonis. I grinned. I was going to enjoy taking my time fulfilling this assignment. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his biceps beneath my fingers. My Inner Goddess groaned. I pushed my hands upwards, tracing his muscular chest until I reached his shoulders. As I moved, the soft edge of his jacket slid up my naked arms, causing my skin to tingle. Standing on tiptoe to reach, I spread my hands outward and down his arms as I slipped the jacket from his body. Placing the soft coat on the dresser, I stood back to inspect my prize, calculating my next move to increase our mutual pleasure. 

I reached for his buttons, pressing as much of my body against his. I could feel his girth against my hip. I felt torn between ripping the clothes from his body and taking my time to enjoy the process. No, I decided. I was not going to rush this. Pleasure should never be a hurried affair, I decided. I undid four buttons, and I kissed his chest, his scent intoxicating. I craved him. I loosened his bolo and released a few more buttons as I continued my kisses. I heard him moan, “I like that.” His fingers were my hair. Finally, I released him from the confines of his shirt. 

There he stood, all 6′ 2″ of pure rippling muscle. He was clad only in his cowboy boots, blue jeans, and stetson. Power and masculinity radiated off his entire body. A god among men, and he was standing in MY bedroom. What was he doing with a mere mortal like me?

“Keep going.” He growled. 

I stood on point as I reached for his stetson with one hand and pulled him in for a kiss with my left hand. My fingers were on the back of his neck. He sat on the edge of the bed as I removed one boot and the other. He pulled off one sock before I could get to it, and I chastised him. 

“You commanded me to undress you, and now you are cheating!” Then, grinning, he surrendered, leaning back on his sculpted arms while I finished with his feet. My inner goddess felt vexed at his assistance. “We’ll make him pay for denying us the pleasure.” She promised. 

I pulled him up to stand once more. I kissed down his neck, my arms reaching his back as I brushed my nails against his skin, electrifying his nervous system. My kisses traced down his sternum, left pec, then slowly over to his right, down, down as my fingers deftly worked the clasp of his belt. I slid the leather belt from his jeans. I could have left the belt on his jeans, but I was going to take my time unwrapping my present, one garment at a time. 

I kissed down his washboard abs. I could smell his musk and the clean scent of body soap. His desire pressed against his pants, desperate for freedom. I caressed him through the jeans and felt his organ jump at my familiar touch. Down, down I went with my kisses until I was on my knees at his feet. My fingers fiddled with the button, and leisurely I unzipped his jeans, hooking my fingers in his belt loops as I gradually worked his pants down the muscles of his hips. 

My prize sprung forth in all his magnificent glory. I buried my face against him, one hand on his chest. My left hand cupped his jewels; my heart skipped as I inhaled his aroma and masculinity. I love their weight. They are so large it takes both my hands to contain them. But, Gawd, I adore them. 

I ran my lips down his shaft, every bit of 9″ of pure strength, and all mine for the night. I took his bulbous head in my mouth, running my tongue underneath and around his ridge. He gasped above me, his hands on my shoulders. I wrapped my arms behind him, grabbing his buttocks in my hands as I devoured him, taking every inch deep into my throat. 

He let me take my time, his precum on my lips, my tongue exploring and savoring his taste. I gave him pleasure in and out, enjoying his fullness on my knees before him, worshiping him with my mouth. Faster and faster, I moved deeper and deeper. Finally, I opened my throat to him, and my eyes watered. Saliva and precum dribbled down my lips. He grabbed my curls in both his hands, and he violently thrust his hips into my face, forcing his glory deeper and deeper into my throat. He owned me, and he knew it. 

After a time, he relaxed, slowing his assault. I leaned back and gasped, tears coursing down my cheeks as I licked my lips. 

“Good girl.” He said admiringly. “Let’s see if you can do it again!”

Eagerly, I positioned myself once more in front of him and slid my lips over his glory, rolling and flicking my tongue. To my devilish delight, I registered the song “I See Red,” beginning to swirl around the room. The perfect piece for this moment. I took a deep breath through my nose as his fingers seized my hair, and he began his assault again. Again, I gave him control, a toy for his enjoyment. As always, his timing was impeccable, allowing me to catch my breath just before I was ready to tap him. I moaned and choked on his girth, loving every second as he groaned above me. My inner goddess was jubilant. 

“Stop, stop!” He said between gritted teeth. “Your turn! I’m not ready!”

He lay back on my bed, stroking his glory. My thighs dripped with desire at the sight of this naked god sprawled across my sheets. Watching a man stroke himself while gazing at me is an incredible feeling. 

“Undress…SLOWLY.” He ordered.

My inner goddess beamed. My turn to show off! I deliberately ran my hands over my body, letting the eyelash lace tickle my skin. I cupped my breast and heard him sigh. I turned around and let the lace of my robe slowly ripple down my back, exposing my shoulders. I turned my head to watch his response out of the corner of my eye. His glory glistened in his hands. 

I bit my lip and let the robe fall to the floor. I paused, giving the god a chance to view my back, the sapphire lace hugging my cheeks and disappearing between my thighs. I turned around as my hands continued to caress my body under his watchful eye. I let my left strap fall down my shoulder, holding the lace covering my breast in place. The right strap fell to my shoulder, but still, I covered my breasts from his view. He stroked faster. 

With my right arm covering both breasts, I gently wiggled the lace down my hips and let it rest. I slowly began to fondle one breast and then the other, letting my pert nipples peek through. I began to pull on my nipple, pinching and manipulating it between my thumb and forefinger. I teased and kneaded each breast, rejoicing in their weight and their perfection in my soft hands while he continued to massage his glory. His lustful eyes never left my body. I relished how dark and swollen his head had grown. 

I had a trick up my sleeve, a move I had been reserving for just the right moment, and the time had come to blow his mind. Lifting my heavy breast to my mouth, I parted my lips and flicked my nipple with my tongue. The effect triggered an instant response. 

 “Good GAWD!!” He shouted, his hand a blinding movement as he squeezed and stroked himself. 

I felt my warm breath against my breast and grinned in devilish delight. My turn to make him weak in the knees. I hovered my lips above my plump nipple for the barest moment before taking it in my mouth and sucking my own breast. 

“Yes, YES!” He gasped. “Do the other one, please!” He begged.

I took my time. I was in control of this moment—one breast, right breast, and back to the first. My breasts were wet as I nursed and teased my other nipple with my fingers. I kneaded my breast as I sucked. 

He continued to moan and writhe on the bed, precum dripping down his fingers. “Oh, no – he was not going to come yet. Not like that!” I thought. I slipped my nipple from my mouth and wiggled out of the remaining lace, letting it fall down my legs in one swift motion. 

I climbed onto the bed, straddling one leg, and kissed him furiously. Our naked bodies craved the touch and pressure of the other. Then, in one decisive move, he flipped me onto my back and crushed one breast in his massive hand while he suckled the other. His hands deftly moved down my body, his fingers finding my goddess, dripping with need and desire. 

“Good girl,” he growled as he positioned his fingers deeper. The other hand moved to my mound to hold me in place. My back arched in anticipation. I could feel his impish grin at my response. He was not going to give me satisfaction until I begged him. I tried to hold out, but I knew it was a losing battle as his long fingers never stopped moving, swirling inside me, brushing my g-spot but never resting long enough for me to come. 

“Gawd, damn it!” I wailed. “Let me cum!!”

“This what you want?” He said victoriously as his calloused fingers moved into place. He swirled my spot with his fingertips for a split second before he began to jackhammer his hand inside me. I screamed as my body was ripped apart by the power of my orgasm. I started squirting, my juices soaking the towel, and felt its warmth creeping up my back. 

“That’s it, just like that!” He commanded. 

“Again.” He demanded, barely giving me a chance to catch my breath. 

Two, three, and four massive, flowing orgasms ripped through me. The towel and his arm soaked, my breast and face sprinkled with my juices. Only this powerful man can command my orgasms of this magnitude.

“OH GAWD, OH GAWD, OH GAWD, YES, YES, YES.” I screamed into space, my hands clawing the bed sheets as my soul left my body. 

He slowed his fingers but did not withdraw them, letting my orgasms subside as I panted in ecstasy. I lay there, unmoving, as my essence returned to me. I did not hear the tear of foil and barely noticed as he parted my legs.

I screamed in pain as he plowed into me. His bombardment was unforgiving and devoid of mercy. He was a feral bull, and I was his conquest. I was his plaything, and he would have my body. Over and over, he rammed me, burying himself to the hilt as yet another orgasm claimed me. My inner goddess had no words to express the sheer intoxication at being so used, and together we screamed.

With authority, he skillfully wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed, never pausing his vicious onslaught. I inhaled and released my life into his hands. I fell into darkness, my mind calm, peace enveloped me, my body moving beneath him as he continued to drive into me. Nothingness surrounded me as I slipped into subspace. 

He released me, and I gasped for breath. My body and soul were reunited. For a moment, I was free. Nothing in the world existed. No stress and no responsibilities were crowding my mind. I had been entirely at the mercy of another being.

He demanded a kiss as I sucked in the air and placed my feet against his chest. My toes curled against him. 

“Ready?” He asked, knowing this slightly new position, how well the ridge of his glory would force another g-spot orgasm from my petite frame. All I could do was nod. I rode wave after wave, my orgasms squeezing him; if not for his length and girth, I would have pushed him from me. 

Ruthlessly, he yanked me to the edge of the bed, my legs on each side of his head. Then, just when I thought I had completely given over to him, he paused and kissed my ankle softly. My inner goddess just melted into a giant puddle. 

I love how time ceased to exist with him. Our bodies glistened with the force of our exertion, our breath fast, while our hearts pounded in perfect tempo. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I reveled in pain and pleasure. 

Without warning, he flipped me over, pushed my head into the mattress, and hoisted my hips into the air. I gasped at the sudden turn of events.

“Don’t. Move.” His voice gave no room for me to be mischievous and defy him. I held perfectly still as I heard the zipper of his toy bag release. I felt exposed on the edge of the bed, my body quivered in anticipation, but I dared not move a muscle. He positioned himself behind me.

“This is going to be harsh and painful, Elsie. Are you ready for this?” His voice was gentle but firm. “Say Yellow for lighter, and Red means full stop, right?” The baritone of his voice reverberated across my exposed skin. I nodded meekly, tensing my muscles as I prepared for his violent onslaught. 

With an aggressive thrust, he reentered my body, and I screamed silently. To my surprise, he held himself there. Something cool and narrow brushed back and forth against my right cheek, followed by light taps. Once more, I thanked the gods for this man. I had been expecting a harsh attack on the tender flesh of my bottom. I was unsure if I was quite ready for the intensity of such pain, yet experience reminded me I could trust this man to whom I had surrendered my body. Tonight, he proved himself again, and I could have cried in relief at the talent of this god. 

He began not with explosive attacks, but gentle thwacks touched my skin, alternating cheeks, taking time to brush the leather across my skin. He began to increase his thrusts as the hits increased in intensity and speed. My bottom burned as I yelled, “I’m coming!” I attempted to silence my wails into the thick padding of the bed. Right, right, right, right went the smacks before returning to assault my left side. Between orgasms, I felt the heat rising from my skin, and his hands dug into my hips as he held on for balance and control. 

The burning thwacks turned to smacks as he dropped his riding crop and covered my thighs and inflamed cheeks in swats with his solid hand. One, two, three, four, five smacks, switching to a new spot just moments before I could cry, “Yellow.” His skill is unmatched. Orgasms continued to claim my body. 

My mind was numb with pleasure and pain. He slowed, letting the ridge of his glory, tease my entrance as my latest orgasm receded and left me trembling. At last, I collapsed into the comfort of the bed. 

Forceful fingers grasped my hips and flipped me onto my back. I blinked at the soft light. My bottom ached in delicious pain, and I knew I would be tender the following day. He straddled me, squeezing me between the mighty trunks of his legs. His authority and masculinity overpowered me. He reached for the lube and spread it over my chest and around my breasts, taking time to pinch my nipples and make me gasp at the sweet torture. 

He gathered my breasts in both of his and vigorously thrust his swollen glory between them, throwing his head back in pleasure. I traced his body with my hands, dragging my nails over his skin as I whispered encouragement and my need to see his cum. A moan escaped his lips. In and out, in and out with more incredible speed and intensity. I caressed his jewels just how he liked them and felt his climax growing.

Suddenly, he released my breasts and clasped his glory in both hands. 

“Suck them while I cum on them.” His voice was urgent and demanding. Quickly, I lifted my head and brought my right nipple to my mouth, flicking and sucking in turn, watching as his face contorted above me. 

“GAWD, JUST LIKE THAT. YES, YES…TAKE IT, TAKE IT ALL.” He bellowed as his release came in robust rope after rope. His hot spray covered my breast, my nipple, and my tongue. He continued to yell above me as his body shuddered from the intensity of his orgasm. I took his glory in my mouth, ever so gently, and cleaned him off with my tongue and lips as he quaked above me on all fours. I sucked every drop from him, relishing the sweet taste of his essence. 

“I gotta…I gotta lay down.” His voice was barely a whisper. I scooted over to give him space as he collapsed beside me. “Good Gawd, woman. I’m spent.” His voice was barely audible as he closed his eyes. My inner goddess swelled in victory and utter satisfaction. I had worn him out, and his ecstasy was mine. 

Euphoria enveloped us as I curled into the muscles of his body, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I soaked up his warmth and exhaustion. Our breath slowed, and our bodies weakened with the intensity of our orgasms. We lay in the afterglow for the longest time—blissful contentedness at its finest. 

“You mentioned something about wine.” He murmured. 

“Are you sure you can move?” I queried. 

“Honestly, I’m not sure of anything at the moment.” He responded. 

I chuckled, nuzzled closer, beaming in sheer rapture. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie