March 2023 – Audio Version

We had been texting all week, building anticipation for our upcoming Sunday morning. His topless workout pictures drove me crazy and ignited memories of running my fingers down his chest…and lower. My Inner Goddess had been exceptionally bratty in our responses, tempting him to do his worst.

“I expect you to be on your knees at the door…” was his response to my latest teasing. 

“Maybe I will be, and maybe I will still be in bed.” Had been my devilish retort. Mentality, I was formulating a dozen different ideas for our time together.

Just one month before his unexpected passing, my poly husband and my first introduction to a Dom/Sub relationship had gifted me a stunning midnight collar with silver trimmings. Since our relationship was only occasionally Dom/Sub, I had only tried it on for him once, but we had never played with it. My beautiful leather and suede collar had been tucked away in a memory box for the past four years. 

They say time heals all wounds, and I felt the time and person were right. My heart knew my poly husband would have been delighted to see me wearing the collar with another man, ever a fantasy of his. So, slowly, I unboxed my collar, admiring its soft, supple material, and clasped it about my neck with shaky fingers. 

I chose a different location for our time together. The couch was opened into a queen-sized bed, covered with a soft white comforter, and protected by a Titan waterproof towel. I set my flogger, vibrator, and lubricant on the side table. The living room would be our playroom.  

I cinched myself in a raspberry bustier trimmed with black lace and my favorite lace-up black hiphuggers. They framed my buttocks into an irresistible heart shape. My sapphire curls were lifted into a clasp so my long neck would show the leather encasing it. I wanted to make sure my collar was the first thing he noticed. Fishnet stockings and midnight stilettos with a black silk robe completed my outfit. 

My text message implied I would leave the front door unlocked. So now all I had to do was wait.

I knelt on the couch bed, facing the door. My hands submissively folded on my thighs. Suddenly I felt incredibly nervous, vulnerable, overly eager, and thrilled, and a million more emotions washed over me. Would he like it? Was the collar too much? My heels and fishnets were definitely too much—too evening wear, not Sunday morning flirt. Hurriedly, I slipped them off my long legs, tucked them behind the couch, and resumed my obedient position. Next, all my internal organs began chiming in their two cents. I reassured myself, NO, I did not need the restroom, no, we didn’t need to eat, no, we were not about to have a heart attack, yes, everything would be fine! 

“Get a grip on yourself!!” My Inner Goddess demanded, worried we would blow the whole experience with our rollercoaster emotions. This was not our first rodeo; why were we freaking out?!

My heart continued to thump, thump its nervousness in my ears. I could barely hear the sensual playlist beating in the background. I pricked my ears, attempting to hear his firm footsteps on the stairs. Nothing. I continued to listen, holding perfectly still in my submissive position. My knees tingled as I rested my peachy cheeks on my heels. 

When I thought my heart would explode in anticipation, the door suddenly whooshed open, and he stepped inside, causing me to jump. Seeing me in a new location, his surprised face was replaced with animalistic eagerness. I rose from kneeling to a more upright position, but he crossed the small space from the front door to the couch in three quick moves and shoved my back onto my heels. 

“Oh, I’m going to have fun with this!” He growled. His hat and shirt vanished as if by magic from his body, and shorts and shoes followed. A mere second passed before his lips crushed mine, his fingers already hooked under my collar, pulling it tight against my throat. I hadn’t even had a chance to greet him!

His cock was already ridiculously hard and the perfect height for my eager lips. Hand on the back of my head, he pushed me toward his dripping glory, but I was already there. I was licking, sucking, devouring him. Rumbling above me, his hands firm on my shoulders kept him steady as he rocked back and forth with my mouth. Steadily, the speed picked up as my slick throat stretched and opened to him. 

“This is what happens to bratty girls.” He said brusquely as his thrusts became deeper and more ferocious until I could no longer breathe.  Tears coursed down my cheeks. “Totally worth all my teasing.” My Inner Goddess rejoiced. When he finally released me, I gasped for breath, gazing up at his firm face. 

“Ohhh, you’re not done!” He said as he placed both hands over my ears and used my mouth as his plaything. My nose soon pressed into his loins, his nine inches buried in the deep recesses of my throat. Drool ran down my lips, and I moaned. My Inner Goddess was thrilled. But, little did she know the sport that was to come!

He forced me onto my back, ripping my panties from my body in one fluid motion. My Inner Goddess was briefly miffed that he had not had a chance to admire our curves encased in the carefully chosen lingerie. But my Inner Goddess congratulated me on canceling the fishnets and heels. My internal high-five with my Inner Goddess was snatched away as he drove his face between my legs with eager ferocity. 

So many feelings at once. The coarse scruff of his beard scratched my tender goddess but was countered as his skillful tongue bathed my goddess and brought me to orgasm. The tightness of my collar on my throat, my back and neck arched, caused my orgasm to blossom deep within me. My fingers dug into the thickness of the comforter beneath me as I tried to keep my soul and body connected. My eyes clenched tightly as I focused on the feelings swirling around me. I still had not uttered a word since he arrived. 

Just as I ascended the crest of my orgasm, his fingers once more clasped my collar in control. It was perfect, and I screamed my pleasure to the watching fan above me. His face and tongue moved faster and rougher as he wrung every spark of my orgasm from me. Giving me no chance to catch my breath, his fingers dove deep inside, curling up at just the right angle, and wrenched my g-spot orgasm from my body. My nectar shot from me, coating his arm, torso, and both my thighs. I barely managed to grab a pillow to stifle my screams from the incredible feelings bursting from my goddess and lungs. Having the neighbors call officers to rescue me from my sweet torture would never do. 

Fingers, mouth, fingers…over and over, he worked me, switching between the two forms of pleasure with no warning and not caring about my preference. Not that I had one. This skillful lover had me in the palm of his hand, and I reveled in the freedom to relax and simply let this powerful man have utter control. Mouth, tongue, and fingers worked until my legs shook from the exertion of his efforts. 

Fingers still spawning my orgasm, he reached back and retrieved a foil from his backpack. Of course, I did not register any of this as my body and soul had yet to reunite from my latest orgasm. The command of his abrupt thrust threatened to rip me in two, and I barely managed to tighten my abs and maneuver myself back just a wee bit before he hit my body with his next thrust. What followed was not sex. It was not intimacy or lazy Sunday morning sex. Instead, a primal, carnal, near-rage frenzy ensued as our bodies collided in forceful mutual demand.

His power was almost at the limit of what my body could take. His towering 6’ 3” frame of pure muscle massively overpowered my 5’ 2” petite physique. We tore at each with savage kisses until I tasted the palest taste of copper coming from my split lip. My goddess would not be my only bruised part the following day. His teeth found my nipples, alternating between the sweet delight of his suckling and the sharp pain as his teeth lifted my nipple from my supple breast. My hand on the back of his head, bidding him imbibe from my breast once more. We fought for control, each seeking to dominate as we matched impact for impact. My Inner Goddess was euphoric at our shared animalistic need. One would almost think he needed me as much as I needed him.

And then the accident happened…

He had been pounding me for all he was worth, briefly pulling out all the way and pausing before ramming himself back to fill me. I feasted on the teasing and the agony that would follow. However, at just the wrong moment, I happened to adjust my hips in preparation for his next assault. My actions completely threw off the trajectory of his next onslaught. 

Pain worse than childbirth exploded through my body. Fierce flames enveloped my body as my screams of rapture abruptly changed to shrieks of sheer agony. The slight modification to my position meant that his glorious nine inches had been unceremoniously rammed into my star with no preparation, the only lubricant the casing sheathing him and the nectar of my orgasms. 

In shock and terror, he quickly withdrew and threw himself beside me in an attempt to comfort me. Crooning, his fingers caressed my forehead as he apologized over and over. My left hand trembled as I pressed it tightly between my breasts, and he clasped it in his own hand. My jaw was tightly clenched as I attempted to stifle my wails. It felt like an embarrassing eternity, but at last, the ring of fire abated, and my star slowly realized we were not injured and began to relax. 

When I could finally speak, I merely chuckled and nestled my head into his chest. His relief was audible at my soft laugh. Yet another example of the immeasurable safety I feel with this man. Pleasure, never true pain, is his goal. I was okay. We were okay. 

While I still hurt, my Inner Goddess and I were far from finished with this Adonis. I quietly reassured him as I pushed him to recline against the couch and sheathed his glory with my still-dripping goddess. His hands were gentle as he cupped my hips, almost like he was afraid to hurt me. I started slowly, easing back into our intimacy, choosing our speed and tempo. He was concerned that I was continuing for his benefit, not mine. I was entirely selfish, wanting him, and assuaged his concern. I used his body, taking turns leaning back while he teased my pearl, then moving to bury my face in his neck, my hot breath against his skin as my hips vigorously rode him. 

It did not take long for the mood to return. The Dom glinted in his eyes once more, especially at the sight of the leather encircling my throat, and a rumbling growl emanated from deep within his throat. Hands under my arms lifted me from his erect glory and flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my hips high into the air while pressing my face deep into the couch’s cushions. While still a fierce re-entry, my Inner Goddess and, honestly, my star too, noted his careful attention before his first thrust, the thumb of his left hand carefully placed in the space between the folds of my goddess and my star. I was safe with this impressive demigod, and my Inner Goddess delighted in his sensitive yet still animalistic attention. 

Pressing me flat, he paused his vigorous thrusts to rest his full weight on my body. His left arm encircled my shoulder, across my neck, and between my breasts. Nibbles along my shoulders, ears, and back turned to outright biting! Heat rose from each place as his mouth rose and moved to attack and electrify the next point of exposed skin. I wriggled beneath him in enjoyment. Pinned beneath him in such a position, and with the addition of the collar, I was angling to catch my breath as he continued to use me. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” His dominant voice was deep in my ear as he released the flesh of my ear from between his teeth. I was about to answer, “Just catching my breath!” When my Inner Goddess asserted herself and brattily responded, “Oh, you are not in control here, and I was bored.” Internally, I smacked my forehead, but my Inner Goddess was far from finished. She was going to get us in so much trouble!!

“You don’t own me, and I can get away from you anytime I want.” My Inner Goddess was itching for a wrestle. 

“Go ahead, give it a try. Let’s see how far you get.” He calmly responded.

The gauntlet accepted I began to wriggle playfully, testing to see if he was really going to cavort with me. I felt his weight increase above me as his arm tightened over my chest, my face still buried in the pillows. Ohhh, this was going to be good! I began to earnestly fight against him, attempting to flip or turn and even straining to bring my knee beneath me in order to push back against him. He barely moved above me, to my consternation (and secret delight). I had one more card to play. Jutting my hips forward, I managed to expel him from my goddess. Although still horribly pinned, I gloated in victory. 

“That was a good move,” he responded, “I’ll give you that, but you are certainly not going anywhere!” Once more, inserting himself while I remained pinned beneath him. Now familiar with my tricks, all further attempts at escape proved futile as I exhausted myself in the attempt. 

For 90 minutes, we gave ourselves to the carnal pleasures of the body. Anything we wanted, we did. Anything we wanted to touch was touched. Nails dug into raw flesh. Lips painfully pressed as our tongues sought the delicious taste of each other’s mouth. 

When it was time, he pushed me onto my back, rising to his knees above me as he furiously stroked his glory. His rounded head swelled and darkened until it reached the deep crimson/purple of near orgasm. I cupped my left breast with my right hand and flicked my tender nipple with the tip of my tongue. I loved how wild it made him at the sight of me suckling my own breast. Hot ropes shot forth from his straining glory, coating my hands and running down my breasts. Still, on his knees, his head was thrown back as the post-orgasm aftershocks claimed his body. I lifted my head to lick all around the head of his glory, causing him to gasp and more cum to dribble from his slit, which I eagerly licked up. 

We collapsed onto the couch/bed, utterly spent and breathless. My head was on his chest, and his arm encircled my damp body. We lay without speaking, hearts slowing, as the sensual music filled the apartment. 

“Wanna shower?” I queried, remembering his 11 AM brunch reservation for us. 

“When I can move again,” he murmured. “When I can move again.” My Inner Goddess beamed at her conquest.

As I rose, I responded to a niggling feeling and reached over and began caressing his exposed feet. XS see His moan was loud and almost as intense as his orgasm. Encouraged by his response, I took my time massaging his feet, surprised, but the tightness and stress bound in the muscles.

“Tell you what.” He drawled from the couch/bed. “I’ll make you a deal. Let’s go eat.” He paused, eyes still sealed. “I’m starving. We’ll come back and take turns giving each other massages.” I needed no convincing; he had a deal! 

I reached back and unclasped my collar, touching it lovingly as I placed it on the side table. We each showered, my tender body reveling in the silky touch of the soap bubbles as I gingerly lathered my skin. The hot water cascading down felt like a soothing embrace. Daintely, I stepped into a forest green jumpsuit, choosing the lightest of my garments to brush against my vulnerable skin. Reconvening in the living room, his face took on an abashed look.

“You…you have some serious bite marks on your back.” He apologized. 

My sleepy Inner Goddess perked up immediately. “REALLY??”

He nodded, chagrined, and led me to a mirror. Turning to my reveal my exposed back, he searched my face for a response. 

“How absolutely marvelous!” I strutted. I was twisting back and forth to view my marked skin better. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and we turned to go into town. I grabbed a cardigan on the way out—no need for the small-town gossip to know my naughty business. 

Waiting for our table, we relaxed on a nearby park bench. The cool spring breeze rustled my sapphire waves while carrying the soft scent of rosebuds and bluebonnets to our noses. Purple pansies danced in the concrete planters next to us. He spread his arm behind me to rest on the back of the bench. I moved closer to lay my head on his chest, breathing deeply in the fresh air and this demigod’s masculine scent. He dropped his arm to encircle me and rested his head on mine. The morning was ours and ours alone. 

We devoured our breakfast fries. His breakfast included scrambled eggs, bacon, fresh sourdough, and seasoned veggies and potatoes. Meanwhile, I tried not to inhale my mushroom Benedict with fresh sourdough and gruyere. I’m drooling just at the memory. Our waitress was cute and attentive, with a quick laugh that made our experience that much more enjoyable. Sitting on the cool patio with our mimosas, we toasted our version of Sunday morning church. 

Returning to my apartment, I dismissed his attempts at insisting I be the first to receive a massage. “My house, my rules. Besides, you paid for breakfast!” Our rule for the past seven months was that whoever drives does not pay for the meal. However, he had been tricky this morning. In the middle of the meal, he slipped the waitress his card while entering the restroom. 

I slipped from my forest jumpsuit into a soft midnight cami with delicate lace backing, and loose boxers made entirely from the same filigree lace.

Seeing me, he chuckled. “You really do have an outfit for every occasion!” 

“Indeed, I do,” I said unapologetically. I am done feeling guilty and uncomfortable for wearing clothes and styles that bring delight to my soul. Plus, I would have more flexibility for a massage than in my jumpsuit and I would not have to worry about the massage gel darkening the gentle fabric of my new jumpsuit. 

He lay face down and spreadeagle on the couch/bed. I changed the music to a Jack Johnson radio and warmed the gel between my hands before placing them on his shoulder blades. At my simple touch, his entire body collapsed, causing me to grin. I had yet to begin, but his body recognized my touch and knew what was to come. I massaged and caressed him for the next hour while he drifted in and out of sleep. Quietly moaning when my fingers came in contact with an exceptionally tender knot, I breathed slowly as my magic untangled the threads and negative energy. 

This massage was not as strictly professional as his Valentine’s gift. I knelt over him, one leg bent over one of his thick oak-like thighs, allowing more of my body to caress and touch him while my fingers diligently worked his muscles. My entire body was loving and sending healing into him with every brush of my skin. The soft spring light filtered in from the blinds. Nearby, someone was mowing, and the scent of freshly mowed grass filtered in while the music wove and lilted around us. 

I finished with the backside of his body, ready for him to turn over, but he was snoring ever so softly, his body utterly at peace, fast asleep. My hands moved to his back as I gracefully lowered myself beside him, entirely unethical for a massage experience, but I couldn’t help it. Trying not to disturb him, I nestled on my left side against him. I continued stroking his back with my fingertips. My eyelids were so heavy from our morning exertions, my tummy full, and the nakedness of this Adonis created a dangerous combination. I nuzzled closer and released my mind to the sweet curtains of sleep. 

Almost 40 minutes later, I became drowsily aware of fingers caressing my temples, smoothing my hair from my cheek. My eyes still closed, I recognized he had shifted, laying on his right side facing me, our legs wholly tangled together. I had been fast asleep, safe in his presence. I peeked at him from between my sleepy lashes to see his irresistible boyish grin. 

“Hi there.” He said as he kissed my forehead. 

“Mmmm.” Was my drowsy response, a happy smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. 

His hands left my temple, traced my shoulder and down my arm, and played with my long fingers as they rested against my abdomen. Then, up my hip, he traced over my thigh and trickled down to my goddess. I raised an eyebrow, curious if this was going where I thought it might be. Sure enough, his fingers found my moist goddess, my Inner Goddess already fully awake and ready for her demigod once more. I was forming a protest about removing my lacy delicates first, but my Inner Goddess quickly shushed me. Clothes could be washed, and she would be rewarded now and without delay. 

Warm nectar flowed from me once more and, sure enough, soaked my lingerie and the waterproof blanket below me. I sighed in ecstasy. Honestly, what was one more piece of laundry when I could experience his skillful fingers and the ecstasy of an orgasm interrupting a sleepy Sunday nap? My hands found his erect glory when he slowed his ministrations, and I began stroking him. 

“What is this?” I teased him mercilessly. “At breakfast, you said you didn’t have another one in you. It looks like you lied to me.”

“Not a lie.” He groaned. “Just misinformed…we both were. Apparently, he has other ideas for me.”

Still in my sopping wet garments, I maneuvered my mouth over his prone body. With deep satisfaction, I brought him to orgasm again, my hands a blind fury, while my tongue teased and flicked his slit. Taking delight as his body lifted from the couch/bed, his toes curling and his fingers clawing at the comforter just as I had only moments beforehand. His white nectar slowly dribbled down my hands while my eager tongue sought every drop. 

I reached for the discarded massage gel and, ever so tenderly, caressed his jewels, his now limp glory, and applied slightly more pressure to his mound, working my way down his groin and the tendons of his inner thighs. Careful not to cause too much sensation as his body came down from his high and once more melted into the fuzziness of the comforter. The deepest of moans escaped his lips, eyes tightly shut. I finished my massage on his front side. Special attention to his tight IC bands, down to his toes, then back up, working his abs, pecs, and shoulders, diligently seeking out every sore muscle. I saved his head for last. It’s his favorite part, and I adore taking my time. My fingers worked, traced his brow, down his nose, across his cheeks, down his jawline. Next, I massaged his chin, swirling and moving back up to his head. Thick strokes for the back of his head and neck, using the weight of his head to increase the pull of my fingers, causing him to groan once more.

With final strokes over his head, I leaned down, kissing his lips tenderly. 

“Make you a deal,” I whispered. “You need to take Bradley for a walk. I’m going to lay here and take a nap, and I’ll get my massage from you next time…if I decide to let you.” My Inner Goddess finished. 

His eyes remained closed, but his mouth quirked. “I see the Brat has returned.” 

“Come now, you know I can’t help it,” I smirked in response. 

I poured some tea from my thermos and lounged with my Inner Goddess into the couch’s cushions. It was simply glorious to bask in the afternoon glow and drool over the demigod in front of me. Of course, I prefer him naked, but gawd is it fun to watch him dress. His muscles rippled as he put his arms through his shirt sleeves. His thigh muscles bulged as he lifted the opposite leg to step into his shorts. My Inner Goddess was getting all worked up again, but my body vehemently protested. I was almost too tender to sit, every muscle ached, and I could barely keep my eyes open. My Inner Goddess pouted petulantly.

I kissed him at the door. My lingerie was still clinging damply to my moist thighs. I loved the boyish grin on his face as I slowly closed the door behind him. Finally, my entire body went limp in exhaustion, and I leaned against the door. 

Now, if you will excuse me, it is time for an Epsom salt bath. Giving my bruised body over to the gentle embrace and soothing caress of the water nymphs, allowing them to nurse and heal my tender yet elated body. 

Until next time. XO, Elsie