May 2023 – Audio Version

The raging sexual anticipation for the evening’s rendezvous began well before 7 AM—the detailed plan called for drinks at the arcade before returning to his home. With this in mind, the Dom challenged my skill at Skee-Ball and issued a challenge that the winner would be in charge of the course of the evening. The gauntlet thrown, I jumped at the opportunity to beat him and take control of the evening. Our texting trash talk flew back and forth as I readied myself for work. 

I could not believe he had the audacity to doubt my skill at Skee-Ball and question whether I had ever played. I’m no hillbilly from Nebraska! (Sorry, Nebraska friends!), this Kansas princess has one mean competitive streak. He was in for a rude awakening when I beat his perfectly sculpted butt. Internally, though, I was a little worried. My Inner Goddess was getting a bit carried away in her bratty confidence. I have good aim, but it had been years since I played Skee-Ball. 

“See you in a few hours. And hydrate,” his message ended. 

“Skipping the hydration. Just not feeling it today.” My Inner Goddess swaggered. “You should hydrate today.”

“Oh, I plan on it.” he parried.

I arrived early and had just seated myself, content to enjoy the chance to people-watch. But, ever punctual, he appeared a couple of moments later. He spied me from across the room. I tried not to drool as the demigod sauntered to my table. 

“Hey there! Ready to lose?” Already on the offense, I was brimming with brattiness. 

His eyebrows lifted. “Pretty saucy from someone so small!”

“I just wanted you to be prepared for what’s to come.” I sassed. “Wouldn’t want you crying in public when you lose to this little girl.”

“Yeah,” he playfully scoffed. “We’ll see about that. I have plans for that body of yours.” I was unperturbed as I strutted over to the Skee-Ball Alley.

I tossed the Skee-Ball up, feeling the heavy wooden weight each time it thudded into my palm. I felt split in two. Coated in war paint, my competitive Celtic ancestors banged their shields in a challenge. This weakling man would not beat me. Meanwhile, my Inner Goddess reminded me that hidden beneath my ruby bicycle pants and cute polka dot top; my body was entwined in the complicated silk straps of my bondage-like lingerie. My Inner Goddess begged me to lose, to let him claim his victory and the rich spoils of war. 

“We are literally dressed to be adored and devoured!” My Inner Goddess countered the warrior chants beating inside my head. 

I took a deep breath as I internally spread bright azure paint across my features, complete with a devilish grin. As I stepped back, my ancestors roared their defiance. My eyes lasered into the narrow bullseye rings before me. I would not be going down without a fight. 

I honestly did my best, but the neon red score declared him the clear victor. 

“Huh, would you look at that?” He mocked. “I guess you’re mine.” My body instantly turned into jello, and I hoped the loud blocky chunks of the wooden balls from our fellow players in the tiny bar covered my moan. We played several more rounds. I won several matches… just not the one that mattered. 

“Follow me home.” It was a command.

The drive over was the longest 12 minutes of my life. Rising from my seat, I double-checked the cushion, surprised my eager nectar had not soaked through. Bradley was overjoyed to see me, and I spent extra time petting and cooing over him. While not a sore loser, at least not yet, I was determined to make Dom wait. 

I stepped to the restroom. An idea sparked in my mind. I slipped my ruby bicycle pants down my hips and placed them over the clawfoot tub. My polka dot shirt joined my pants. I slowly opened the door and stepped into the dining room. I heard him moving within his space. I paused, my chest heaving in anticipation as I struck my pose and waited. Finally, the door swung open as he stepped out. Apparently, we both had similar ideas as he stood there, his muscular silhouette illuminated by the soft coral light of his lamp behind him. 

He stopped, “Whoa,”  he uttered as he bit his lower lip, and his erect glory jerked. I grinned. His response was everything I wanted. 

“I am all sweaty, and I need to take a shower.” He stated, his fingertips traced the silk lines of my bondage. “Did you bring your vibrator? I want you to go use it until I come back.” His growl caused a deep vibrato to resonate in his voice.

Separating, I grabbed my vibrator and sprawled across the cool sheets of his bed. Next door, I heard the handle squeak, followed by the gush of water from the shower. I flicked my vibrator on and began to imagine him standing within the porcelain tub, pouring the soap into his hand, lathering it with a soft sponge, and then slowly sliding the soapy bubbles over his muscles, over his arms, his biceps, and around his neck. The bubbles coursed down his chest and his abdomen. In my mind, the frothy sponge was spread across his groin, around his semi-erect glory, down his thighs, his heel kicked up as his calves were soaped. Next, he began the same process on the other side of his glorious body. The soap bubbles took turns chasing each other across his glistening skin and rippling muscles. Then, reaching back, he began to scrub his back. I pictured bubbles sliding between the crevice of his toned, sleek peaches.

I increased the intensity of the vibrator as my mind ran wild with this mental image. I did not hear the water turn off, barely registering his presence by the squeaking wood floors beneath his massive feet. I felt his hands on me, tracing my inner thigh, gentle at first before transitioning to taps, then slabs and smacks as my body positively responded and my orgasm drew nearer. The smacks on my inner thigh increased until the heat rose into an incredible burning sting.

His thick palm switched to my other inner thigh at just the right moment. With each increasing assault, I was distracted from my climaxing orgasm while simultaneously feeling my pleasure escalate. I lost myself as my mind replayed the image of his sudsy body. I was barely aware that he had moved away from my body. He returned, his form  towering over me. This time the attacks were not from his hand but a short, leather crop. I adore how this master knows my pain threshold as he resumed the assault. Smack, smack, smack!! Oh, my inner thighs were ablaze with the brisk onslaught. The Dom took me to the brink of my agony before switching locations. I cum with incredible gusto. My hand curled around his thigh as he stood next to the bed. My legs quivered as my body released the pent-up carnal energy.

Setting the crop down, his fingers briefly play with my nectar before plunging within my goddess. The passion and foreplay of the day had me primed. Within seconds his fingers were battering at my inner jewel, and my nectar gushed, coating our bodies in its glistening warmth. Determined to have an exhaustive control of my body, the demigod rose and moved onto the bed next to my panting body. He positioned himself to give his fingers the best leverage. 

“You will tell me each time you are cuming,” he informed me. 

I could barely get the words out in acknowledgment. Even my Inner Goddess was mute in her readiness. The savagery of his fingers ruled my Inner Goddess. My nectar pooled beneath my hips and thighs. I could feel it running above my waist as he growled furiously above me. He worked my delicate form over and over. His right hand demanded tribute as his left fingers viciously clawed at my breasts, pinching and squeezing them with a roar. 

With a guttural, animalistic outburst, he suddenly moved off the bed, positioning himself at my head. The demigod’s strong arms yanked me to the edge of the mattress until my head hung over the side. This was a new station for us, and my Inner Goddess could have died of happiness. She was distracted from this thought as his imposing glory brushed my lips, and with the deepest hunger, I took him deep within my throat until I was coughing and drooling around his magnificence. 

I was eager to show off my skills, but as he began his forceful ramming, I was compelled to concentrate on my breathing, catching it in gasps from my nose in the shortest of intervals. His thick fingers were riveted to my waist for support as his glory rammed my vocal cords with a maniacal rhythm. I made the most unladylike noises as I choked, and drool pooled on the floor at his feet. Nevertheless, my Inner Goddess found gluttonous delight in my unusual noises as I groaned and sputtered on the thick girth of this demigod.

His fingers traced the outline of my goddess before attacking my pearl, momentarily distracting me from my oral worship. He inserted his fingers within my dripping goddess and, without pausing, swirled my inner jewel. With animalistic ferocity, his fingers begin to move with lecherous speed. I cum as no man before him had ever made me cum. My sweet nectar shot forth like a summer river released from an imposing dam. The force splashed my face, coating my breasts. From below, my nectar ran past my shoulders to my neck and flowed into my sapphire waves as they trailed like a tropical waterfall down the side of his plump mattress. What had this Dom done to me? What key had this god unlocked?

I tried to scream, breathe, and orgasm while pleasuring him at the same moment. I could barely focus on him, but this was part of his diabolical plan. He pinched my nipple viciously, causing me to jolt in utter surprise, unaccustomed to the brute sharpness. 

“You didn’t tell me you were coming.” He states calmly. “And for that, there is a price.”

My Inner Goddess bit her lip satisfaction at the harsh treatment and enforced discipline. Mentally, I was determined to remember his demand and tried to work out the mathematics of obeying while gorging on his massive erection. I wanted to avoid the cruel but welcome punishment. I took him into the well of my throat as his fingers rapidly dove within my goddess with a laser focus on my inner jewel. 

The stars know I tried. The demigod’s glory was so encased down my esophagus, “MMMMMMmmmmHHHHHmmmmmmm” was all I could utter. My nectar flowed for the third time that evening while a tiny part of my consciousness worried if the waterproof blanket beneath me could hold my offering.

He grinned and chuckled as he withdrew his hands and pulsing need from my orifices. He moved away from the side of the bed. My river of nectar slowly seeped into the waterproof blanket as I lay feebly in the cooling liquid. My head pulsed as it hung over the side, and my chin tipped to the ceiling. I was too weak to move as I licked his elixir from my lips. I inwardly added the experience to a mental wishlist for the next occasion. 

At that moment, my ankles were roughly grasped, and I was wrenched down the mattress. I sputtered, still trying to gather the atoms of my being back into the shell of my body after my last orgasm.

“You didn’t think you were done, did you?” He questioned.

I soundlessly turned my head from side to side as my ankles were thrown onto his shoulders, and he aligned his prestigious glory at the lips of my goddess. He dragged his protected glory over my lips, moistening his earnest tip. My Inner Goddess was ready for him, yearning for the exacting raw passion for sating our unquenchable infatuation. 

Once again, his power over me was absolute. His jutting magenta head reached my inner gate with the force of a raging stallion. I cum with an uncontrollable passion. I threatened to expel him from my goddess at the outburst of my cumming.  His grip on my thighs was unwavering. My body was assailed in waves of orgasms from his wicked invasion. 

We were not making love. There was no comforting caress. This was a purely carnal, raw, and physical force. A taking and demanding at our deepest animalistic core. My nails dug into the flesh of his thighs with such intensity that he forcefully removed my hand, gripping it tight within his massive hand as he deepened his thrusts. I drowned in an uncontrollable orgasm from his magnificent assault as he wreaked havoc with my body. 

Another vicious pinch and slight twist of my nipple. The pain broke me from my pleasure and forced my consciousness into the present moment. 

“I. Didn’t. Hear. You. Say You Were Coming.” Each word was punctuated with a vicious thrust. I summoned the last of my energy to my swollen throat, barely able to form the words “I’m cuming” as the waves within me crested and I drowned beneath the surface once more.

With a shout, he pulled away, leaving me suddenly empty and hollow without his formidable girth. The chill of the room swept around me in his absence. I blinked in shock, unsure of what was to come next. 

“You. Will. Ride. Me.” This was no request. 

I jumped to rise above him as he stretched on the bed. But I had been coming so hard for so long. My equilibrium was not ready for the transition. The room tilted, and my body shook from the incredible force and magnitude of my dozens of orgasms. I had no concept of time or how long our bodies had been pressed together in the heat of the moment. I planted my hands on the mattress beside his recumbent body to steady myself. Then, half rising, the gentle side of the demigod surfaced as he stroked my trembling form from the belly button up my sternum to the tip of my chin. 

“You okay?” He whispered.

I. Am. Incredible. I cannot be sure if I uttered these words or merely nodded. Either way, he seemed content with my response and threw himself back on the pillows. 

“Good.”  Then get up here and ride me.”

My Inner Goddess lept to obey, unconcerned if my physical body was ready. He chuckled as he watched me position my thighs over his hips. The demigod was in seventh heaven. The boyish grin on his face was contagious. I gathered him into the deepest caverns of my body as I impaled myself on his wonderous glory. I threw my head back, gasping in zeal and pain. Neither of us had moved yet. My pleasure was palpable, throbbing throughout my entire system.

Lust returned, and I began to rise and fall on his sword, using him – a slave to my compulsion. The orgasm rose to a crescendo. My tender nipples called out, reminding me of his earlier order. 

“Cuming.” I breathed nanoseconds away from losing all thought and reason beyond the euphoric ecstasy of my atoms being split apart from the head and girth of his loins. He allowed me to use him over and over. Sometimes the demigod remained frozen, allowing me sublime control. At other moments, he tightened his washboard abs and buttocks as he lightly lifted his hips from the bed’s surface. This change of angle caused his pulsing head to inflict mayhem on my inner jewel. 

In the middle of my frenzy, my Inner Goddess noted his nails digging into the flesh of my thigh as he supported our frantic bodies. I attempted to form words to communicate my need, but nothing came out. I was still riding him, so I covered his hand with my own as I increased the pressure of his nails on my skin. I drove down, dragging his nails down the length of my thighs. Always a quick study, he immediately understood my demand. I throbbed from the thrill and torture of his claws as he raked my legs. Lightning wrapped my flesh as his hands traveled from my hips up my waist, around my breasts, down my shoulders, arms, and out my fingers. 

I threw my head back as I uttered a terrifying scream. My orgasm sought release from every pore of my body. Encouraged by my response, his nails ransacked my back, thighs, and hips once more. I threw my body across his chest so my back might receive complete chastisement. I felt as though I was going mad, possibly genuinely insane. I began to cum so profoundly that I rose from him, supporting myself on my knees. My hands clutched his chest for support as I pushed his girth from my body. My nectar shot forth in a gush for the sixth time that night. 

I was truly bewildered. I coated the demigod’s thighs, hips, and chest in a squirting orgasm as his nails continually scoured my flesh. For the first time in my life, I had squirted without any stimulation on my inner jewel! I was beside myself in euphoria, collapsing onto his chest, panting and wheezing, but not before reinserting him within my goddess. I refused to go a second without feeling him within me. 

“That. Was. A first! I’ve never cum like that!” I gasped as my heart beat a tattoo against my breast. “I’m pretty sure you should be knighted for that!” I gulped for air. “The things you do to me are a marvel.”

“Guess we should see if we can do it again.” He says, pushing me upright to ride him once more. 

I started to move, quickly rising up and down in perpetual motion, eager to feel the euphoria in my veins. Like a drug, I am addicted to this new feeling. I must experience it again, but the demigod gripped my hips and froze me in place. 

“No, no, no,” his voice is gruff. “We’re going to start this verrry slow.”

My Inner Goddess did not want it slow. Not at all! We wanted to cum NOW! Like an opiate, we were hooked. My Inner Goddess wanted this feeling again and again, orgasming in torrents that would leave us quivering against his broad chest, hands limp at my sides. My Inner Goddess tried to shift into a higher gear, but he held us steadfast. 

“I said… we’re going to take this slowly.” He ordered. 

Resignedly, I slowed my undulations. Up and down, his ridge grazed my g-spot in the slowest torture. After only five moves, I lost my patience. I had had enough. My Inner Goddess struggled to regain control of our body as we chased our orgasm. He gripped my hips fiercely. His nails caused me to wince. 

“We take it slow,” he threatened. “Or not at all.”

Afraid he would be true to his word, I stopped forcing my movements, choosing to grind my pearl against his moist flesh. My knees pressed tightly against his hips as we determined to search for pleasure in this required slow rhythm. My Inner Goddess was petulant at the delay. The orgasm was right there, just beyond our grasp. We just needed to move a little faster, a little deeper. 

His thick thumb found my pearl slowly swirling in a clockwise direction. I felt his head swell within me as his hips arched to tease my hidden jewel. I continued my slow undulation, weaving my hips and arching my back above him.

There, just there…I could feel the pleasure building once more, growing, blossoming until it matured from our combined flow. I prepared for the explosive power that would rocket my mind into oblivion by wrapping my fingers firmly around the iron curls of his headboard. The orgasms reached me, splintering my soul as my nectar spurted in uncontrolled torrents. Our bodies began to make soft, squelching sounds as I continued to use him, my own personal slip and slide.

His hands left my breasts and moved up to my throat. I tilted forward, allowing even more pressure to be placed on my esophagus. My left hand pressed between his burly pecks for support and an accessible location should I need to tap once I reached the end of my limit. 

His hands tightened around my slight throat. I moved with an unceasing swell, the nerves of my pearl responding to his slippery body beneath me. I alternated between rising higher to feel his ridge tease the outer lips of my goddess before plunging his glory deeper to press against my inner gateway. My hips swirled to gratify my shameless pearl with his warm flesh.  

I felt the darkness close around my senses as my eyes rolled back. The experience was oddly peculiar. Typically, breath play was a cold retreat, a sense of dancing with death herself. Sometimes it was a self-imposed punishment for imagined failings in my personal life. At other times, breath play was a retreat, a place of deepest night where nothing, not even myself, existed. This was incomparable. 

The feeling began at my curvaceous peaches. A dark warmth twisted and turned over my body as the tightness increased. Darkness slid her devilish hands in sensuous curls around my body. Her forked tongue flicked from between plump cardinal lips as her tail snapped mischievously—a demigod between my legs and a demon at my back. Darkness claimed me with a wicked cackle as she joined with my Inner Goddess as we descended into oblivion. 

My breath was restricted, and my body was wreathed in a fire as my orgasm mushroomed and my Inner Goddess shattered. My nectar bathed his hips as I ejected him from my goddess from the explosive force of my experience. 

As the demigod released my windpipe, the demon released her possession of my Inner Goddess and evaporated but did not retreat from the room. Instead, I felt her presence hovering nearby. I believe she enjoyed the show far too much and wanted to witness more. 

Lustful hunger engulfed us as we began to tear, nip, and scratch into each other. My skin was left carved from his nails. Though I did not see it until the next day, he left a small amethyst hickey on the curve of my neck. My skin flushed with the deep maroon heat of his slaps as he attacked my buttocks, hips, and tender breasts. Likewise, carmine red welt marks began to appear on his shoulders, biceps, and thighs. I do not know what came over us. Perhaps the observant demon had impishly turned some invisible dial creating a feverish and berserk atmosphere. We cared not. We were free and insane as we threw ourselves into our lecherous mania. 

Usually, this type of demonic frenzy was born of my pain, anger, or unresolved stress, but none of these stinging emotions reigned in my lust and release. Instead, I felt intoxication transporting and rippling through my heart. At that moment, I fully extended the majestic wings of my Inner Goddess. My mighty wings lifted my heart above my past to an untouchable realm. I wished I could see what the vigilant demon could see. My petite, porcelain frame, riding a mighty athletic demigod, as the pale feathers of my massive wings fluttered and pulsed in our hysteria. 

I used and abused the demigod’s body for my own selfish gratification. My entire body visibly quivered down to the tip of each finger. I gave as much as I received. Our flesh was coated in a glistening sheen of pure salty perspiration and sweet nectar. At last, my bosoms heaved with every gasping breath as our movements imperceptibly slowed. A rumbling chuckle, like the sound of thunder, reached my mind. He was excessively pleased with himself, but then, again, I was, too.

I released him and rolled onto the saturated blanket that sheltered the mattress. My eyes closed of their own accord, but I felt him rise from the bed. I thought this odd. Was he not floating in euphoric bliss like me, unable to move? No sound reached my ears, and there was no discernable movement around me. The demigod could not have gone far. Curious, my lashes fluttered open as I eased my head up to survey the room. 

The demigod stood on the thin burgundy rug in the middle of the room, his stance that of a commanding officer. His colossal legs were spread wide as his hands rested impatiently on his broad hips. I only had eyes for his throbbing erection as it stood at full attention. Then, having gotten my attention, he snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor at his feet. 

Never have I leapt so quickly out of a bed. In sheer obedience, I dropped to my knees with a slight thud. My Inner Goddess could hardly be contained as my ravenous tongue extended and reached for his distended erection. I swallowed his glory as he wove his fingers into my damp sapphire waves, making a ponytail on either side of my head as he twisted and gripped my hair for leverage. 

I worshipped his glory, taking turns licking with broad strokes from the base of his crotch to his swollen violaceous head. My tongue pestered his narrow slit and ridge before being swallowed and encased down my throat. I was not ready for him to cum just yet, so I repeated the process, sampling and swirling his pre-cum. I explored every musky inch of his glory. His fingers still held my hair in a painful hold. I could not decipher if the weeping tears tracing my cheeks were a result of the strain on my hair or the massive cock as it began to pommel my throat.

His thrusts were ruthless as I became his tool on the floor beneath him. I relaxed my muscles as he used me over and over. I could taste his essence just on the verge, just a hair breath away. The demigod pulled back and moved my hand from his weighty jewels to my breasts, pressing them together. His right hand began to furiously stroke his cock, as it glistened with a combination of his pre-cum and my saliva for lubricant. I proceeded to tease and play with my raw breasts, flicking my nipples, and my tongue extended to catch every delicious drop.

 He moved closer, painting my lips as his slit oozed with nectar. I wanted to cheer him on with lewd exhortation, but it was nearly impossible with my tongue waiting and exposed. Regardless, he erupted in obscene compulsion, his triumphant bellow detonating around the walls. His creamy essence coated my mouth, lips, and nose. Rivulets migrated down my breasts, nipples, and sternum, while more splashed my knees and landed on the light rug. 

His imposing legs began to tremble beside my face, and I gazed up, slightly concerned he might topple over on top of me. Then, curling my toes, I rosed, placed my hands beneath his arms, and pulled him the three or four steps back onto the bed. Finally, we collapsed in soggy sighs and giggles.

“That. Was. Epic.” He says when finally able to catch his breath. “That was porn star quality!” A note of disbelief threads his voice. 

I am radiant. Our last encounter had been a storm of tears. At the beginning of our evening, apprehension and concern that I might have marred our connection through my brokenness had flitted through my mind. All my fears and worries were laid to rest as I nestled into his strong, clammy body. With a smirk, the demon evaporated, leaving us to our rest.

“Do you know,” he says softly. “I think our food was delivered.”

My eyes burst open! I had completely forgotten about our meal. Food had been the last thing on either of our minds when we entered the bedroom. I felt the refreshing night breeze tickle my nipples as I reached for the knotted plastic bag on the front porch. I could only hope the poor driver had not been too traumatized by our grappling as our voices reached for the stars.

The Mediterranean food was still slightly warm, filling our barren stomachs and depleted energy. Sitting and catching up was beautiful, our bare bottoms comfortably resting on his leather dining room chairs. He looked  superb, even a little filled out from the last time I saw him. It suited him. The demigod commented on my energy, noting a luminosity that had been missing for a long time. I expressed my sincere gratitude once more for his presence in the midst of my previous storm.

I was set to leave. But, as I rose from the table, I noticed the tension in his movements. The demigod’s tiredness was showing through. 

“You’re coming with me,” I ordered. “I’m going to massage your shoulders and neck for 10 minutes, and then I’m putting you to bed.” My mind was firmly made up on the matter. 

His face started to protest, but the words that issued forth stated,  “I’m not even going to argue with you. That would be amazing.”

Standing in the soft, pink quartz light, I oiled my hands and placed them on his God-like body. A different type of moan issued from his chest as I worked the tight muscles and tension in his body. I took special care to massage his head, knowing this was his favorite and where most of his stress hid.

I mainly worked silently. Occasionally sweet nothings were whispered as we relaxed into the moment. It was difficult not to give my hands complete control of his relaxation, but the hour was late. I knew he was beyond tired. I began to dress, noting he had not moved a millimeter on the bed since removing my hands. I urged him to remain there. 

“I can see myself out.” I pointed out. 

“Absolutely not,” he mumbled from the rumpled sheets. “I’m a gentleman and will see you to the door.”

I reached for my scarlet pants but paused. His naked feet lay an arms reach away. Unable to resist, I took another moment, digging my thumbs into his high arches and around his long toes. Just as I guessed, they were extraordinarily tight. He had been cycling more, and it showed. 

“If you do that,” came his muffled voice. “I’ll never get up.”

“That’s the point! You goose!” I retorted.

At the door, he leaned down and kissed me in such a manner that the succubus of my Inner Goddess was once more awakened.

“I’m leaving, and there isn’t time to play again!” I said as I forced my Inner Goddess away from his arms. 

He chuckled. “I just wouldn’t want you to forget me.” 

Forget him? Not a chance in the world.

Until next time, XO. Elsie.