July 2024 – Audio Version

My body was being seduced, kisses and roving hands beguiling my Inner Goddess with practiced familiarity. Frankly, I had been caught off guard by the whole affair! The Dom’s earlier messages hinted at the simplicity of our evening’s plan – a shared meal at his dining room table. Despite the unexpected situation with his bruised family jewels, I was tickled that Demigod had not canceled our engagement altogether, and I had eagerly anticipated a delightful evening in his company. 

Therefore, I had not unfastened my strappy heels and dangling earrings on my arrival. It was just dinner, after all. A known nudest, I had not been altogether startled at seeing the Demigod’s naked form as I stepped over the threshold. I mean, it was practically a crime to conceal a divine work of perfection such as his. On second thought, the Demigod did strike a fine figure in a suit and tie. I smiled at the whispering memory of a formal dinner date, the passing women who ogled him, and the waitress who had gone out of her way to address his preferences. 

Now, there I was, standing at the side of his bed, the evening sun bathing my still-dressed form in dazzling light, already panting in unsated need. My grumbling stomach irritably wondered at this abrupt change of plans. But how could I resist his commanding request, “Would you like to follow me to the bedroom?” 

Just as he behaved at our preceding dalliance, the Demigod stood behind me. His indomitable body enveloped me as he nipped my bejeweled earlobe that hindered his undivided attention. Dammit. I should have undone them in the car! Stealthily, I removed the earring dangling from the neglected right ear, and when his lips worshiped the nape of my neck, I deftly slipped the bit of silver off my left ear. As if waiting for this moment, the Demigod’s mouth found my pendent lobe, pasturing the sensitive flesh until I squeaked in mild protest. 

His breath was heavy with lust, his considerable weight compressing against my spine as if to melt beneath my very skin. His girthy need announced his presence, extending between my parted legs under the hem of my short summer skirt. I wriggled my hips into his loins, teasing the monster with the nearness of my femininity. The Demigod’s left hand slipped down the deep V of my blouse, clutching the fullness of my right breast, his lips hard on the arch of my neck. I groaned, wanting more but mindful of his tender affliction. Nevertheless, his adoration prevailed. 

As best as possible, I tilted down, balancing on one wedged espadrille as I released the leather clasp winding around my prim ankle, flicking the footwear away. I delayed and steadied myself on my newly bare toes to soften against his chiseled chest. The Demigod seemed unaware of my undressing, sustaining his kisses and nibbles over the course of my shoulders, neck, and wanton ears. Eventually, barefoot, I scooted the discarded shoes under the wooden bedframe. It would never do to have either of us stumble and break an ankle in the throws of passion!

The Demigod’s roaming palms were already beneath the flounce of my skirt, hands crushing my hips between them as he pulsed against my exposed flesh. The Demigod made quick work removing my dress, peeling it from my body as if it were a nuisance he had suffered with for too long. My Inner Goddess smirked. A lady was prepared for any situation! The assumed lack of play had not hindered me from choosing my most delicate noir bralette and ridiculously tiny delicates. Satin straps criss-crossed in a corset V down my fissure, then wound their way around my hips to connect in the front. Baiting temptation at its finest. 

On impulse, I was thrown onto the bed, the faint scent of lavender and jasmine puffed around me. I lay on my back, grateful for the spiraling fan’s cooling current of air on my nearly nude body. Summer was decidedly not my favorite season for a dozen reasons, but in that moment, the fan was a welcome relief from the oppressive heat. 

The Demigod was a figure of awe-inspiring stature. He paused with hands on his stalwart hips, his gaze piercing down at me. As a mere mortal, I could not help but wonder at his parentage. Adonis, the god of beauty, was surely his twin. His impossible thighs were columns of strength shoring up devastating hips, each curve flawless and twin V lines standing at attention. Salt and pepper curls culminated in a happy trail that spilled down from chiseled pectorals. The crisp lines of his collarbones were marvels of nature, directing the eye to the treacherous bulge of deltoids and sinew forearms. My eyes were trapped by the renewed vision of his hips and thighs, the happy trail, iron abs…it was an unending circle of entrapment!

While my eyes vulgarly ogled, my anxiety wondered what the wheels of his mind were processing. I hoped he would not push his body beyond his temporary faculties. My stomach rumbled its vote. I knew my Inner Goddess wished for us, but my maternal side was not so ready to give in to the magnetism of the Demigod. 

Poised at the side of the bed, trunk-like legs spread, his baritone rumbled, “I think I am going to just stand here and take in the sight of you.”

Oh, good heavens! Did he really just say that?!? I gulped my shock, managing to undulate under his lecherous contemplation in a manner I hoped highlighted my assets. The Demigod growled in appreciative response before falling to his knees. My breath hitched at the image. A god was on his knees before…me!!! A feral look flickered in his eyes as he lowered his face between my thighs. Gods, I forgot how to breathe and could only mutely stare back at him. 

His fingers lifted the delicate lace obscuring my moistening slit, easing it to the side. I parted my thighs a little more. My fingers curled around the edges of the waterproof blanket spread over the entire surface of the jasmine bed. His rugged breath heated my shameless slit, driving the urge to tilt my hips and force myself on him almost irresistible. I restrained my willful Inner Goddess, knowing if I pushed my advantage, the commanding Demigod would retreat, denying me my desperate satisfaction. 

Gods of Olympus! The Demigod dined with amorous intricacy. His indulgent tongue was silken as it glided and swirled the glistening outer curtains of my slit. I gave a prolonged moan as he treated me to slow, permissive licks as one would with a cone of ambrosial gelato. I felt decadent, a sweet treat for his pleasure. My Inner Goddess giggled at the idea of being a god’s dessert. 

With effortless ease, the Demigod’s tongue flowed with fluid grace, not yet bringing my orgasm to fruition but nurturing the flourishing tendrils. I let my mind wander desultorily, permitting my Inner Goddess to relish in the devotion without anxiety or questioning whether the Dom was truly gaining some benefit from the opulent therapy. My Inner Goddess sighed in euphoria. How often did I cease worrying and accept that someone might actually fancy spending an amorous evening with me? Yet, the influence of my long-past Ex left me grappling with its profound impact. 

“After two years and countless rendezvous, he (the Demigod) initiated,” piped my Inner Goddess. “You would think you would get it through your thick head!” 

She rolled her eyes with familiar exasperation. I shrugged. I was genuinely addressing my hang-ups, but the true challenge lay in moving past the profound impact of cruelly flippant words as they whispered in my ears at the most inopportune moments.

A liquid caress, swirling around my awakened pearl, speedily shooed these dour thoughts away. Relieved to be free from the tarring memories, my mind pitched into the welcoming crepuscule. Fireworks sparked and flashed in brilliant splendor behind my clenched eyelids. The Demigod had been thorough in his composition, and sparks quickly flowered into flames that swept up my body in catastrophic waves. 

Reiterating his immense skill, the Demigod buried his tongue deep within my cocoon. His aquiline nose and firm lips continued my ruination until my legs shook in the throes of my release. My throat grew abraded from my cries, and my fingers ached with white clenched tension. 

At last, sitting back on his heels, his entire face glistening with my pleasure, he calmly contemplated my heaving bosom, flushed skin, and throbbing pearl. His smug chuckle, and broad fingers slipping inside me, gave life to my fading orgasm, and my body gave a final violent jolt. Gods, the things he did to me! 

His fingers still hooked under the pubis bone, resting on my spongy inner jewel, the Demigod abandoned his kneeling position on the hardwood maple floor and positioned himself to crouch on the bed to my left. Clearly, the sweet course for our evening had passed, and the time for something savory and vigorous was about to begin. I swallowed the action sandpaper to my inflamed throat and blinked furiously, preparing for the impending brutish jackhammering that was the linchpin to my floodgates. My mind was still on an inexorable hiatus. Ever present, my Inner Goddess groaned as his blurred fingers strove against the now pulsing inner jewel. 

Wrapping my arm around the solid girder of his thigh, my penstock gave way, my nectar gushing under the pent-up pressure. My back arced, rising off the mattress at the ferocity. I turned my head, crushing my cheek against his resolute quad, scarcely clinging to my sanity. And still fluid burbled from my apex, splashing my body and tiny beads flecking the curls of his chest. Wings outstretched, my Inner Goddess abandoned me, choosing to pirouette in the cosmic beyond. 

Slowing his velocity, I lay weak and gasping for air. By and by, I freed the Demigod’s leg, noting with chagrin the savage red lines furrowing his flesh—clearly, the handiwork of my cyan nails. Through sluggish cognition, I sensed the slow creep of cooling liquid beneath my back. Good heavens, the Demigod had been scrupulous in desecration of my body. I breathed, taking in the moment, the evening glow filtering through the nautical blue curtains. 

The Demigod, reclining on his pillows, was a mere presence in my consciousness until his sonorous voice broke the silence, announcing it was his turn. When had he moved? An eyebrow, like a question mark, beveled toward my hairline. His reaction, given his sensitive situation, was a delightful surprise. With alacrity, I rose and positioned myself. It was my turn to kneel between his legs. The concept made my Inner Goddess thrill and bite her bottom lip. Perhaps, if we were exorbitantly mindful, we could attain his release. 

My right hand wrapped around his astounding girth while my left gingerly cupped his tender jewels. My Inner Goddess, who had been holding her breath, exhaled in relief that his sigh at my touch was of happiness and not discomfort. Meticulously, I focused my tongue’s efforts on his swelling tip, spiraling around the bulbous crown as the hand collared his plinth and warily stroked. 

Soon, the Demigod’s hands balled into fists on either side of his thighs. Detecting only arousal, I deepened my succor, sliding his monolith into the depth of my throat, lips a vacuum seal around the firm glory. The Dom’s muscles tightened, and a growl slipped from between gritted teeth. Relaxing my muscles, I forced his monolith passed my tonsils, obstructing my breathing but eliciting another masculine noise from the feather pillows. 

Escalating my ministrations, I choked as he dilated, my curved body convulsing. What felt like it should have been an embarrassing moment only inflamed the Demigod’s heightening need. Summoning my magic, I worked my wiles on his magnificence, my hand a blur of movement as my left fondled. Withdrawing my mouth, I concentrated on maintaining a blinding cadence with my hand. An intermittent trickle of drool dripped from my bottom lip, lubricating the Dom’s burgeoning glory. My Inner Goddess gloated, his eruption at hand. 

Abruptly, the Demigod sat up, steadying himself with arms planted on either side and elbows locked. I slowed, gazing at his towering figure in confusion. Was it too much? Was he in pain?

“I won’t let you make me cum until I’ve had you.” Preciptiously, the Demigod shifted to the edge of the bed and stepped to the floor. Wordlessly, he retrieved a foil wrapper from the nightstand. 

My jaw hit the mattress and bounced onto the maple hardwood. My Inner Goddess clapped her palm to her mouth. WHAT??? Did we hear him correctly?! The tearing foil and sight of it sliding down his envious inches proved the Dom was feeling pristine health. He actually meant it! 

The Demigod moved toward the bed, his movements dripping with wicked intention. I sat there tacitly frozen, immobilized by the sight of his rippling muscles and panther grace, not to mention the protected beast extended in my direction. A demanding hand on the back of my neck propelled me forward onto all fours. I suppressed a squeal of joy as I wriggled my hips for the shuffling god. His hands were a vice on my waist, and the bed protested at our joined weight but was entirely ignored. 

A brusque hand skimmed from my waist, around my derriere to my wanton slit, fingertips spreading my remaining nectar to anoint his straining crown. Once in place, I pressed my hips backward, impaling myself on the monolith. Gods, his reach was covetable, and I whimpered as the first few circumspect plunges hammered uncomfortably on my inner gate. Heavens, could I take him?! For the first time, I comprehended the absent mental and physical preparation truly required to accommodate such grandeur. Biting my bottom lip, I diverted my attention to soothing my internal muscles and retracting my inner gate northward toward my navel. 

I accomplished all this just in time, the vexation melting into a budding climax. The Demigod, fingertips digging into the flesh of my waist, wasted no time ravaging my body with a mindless assault. My Inner Goddess and body struggled to keep pace, so taken-aback were we by our situation and the familiar strafing denied to us the past few encounters. 

Once more, I disconnected my mind, trusting the Dom to attend to his restrictions and physical limitations. Exuberant, my Inner Goddess spread her wings, levitating between heaven and earth, thriving on receiving as my body exploded in paralyzing climax after climax. Gawds, I needed it more than I realized. My inner gate, having safely receded (well, almost) beyond his reach, I met each vehement ram with rabid passion, my screams hardly muffled in the downy pillows. 

Something pricked my mind. The armoire mirror! I faintly remembered catching a glimpse of it out of my peripheral as I was thrust into position. Lifting my head and turning my gaze to my right, I caught a wondrous sight. My lean body was on all fours. Muscles stretched to their limit and exuded femininity, even as my face scrunched in tortured gratification as the Demigod exerted his husky dominance over my slight frame. Over and over, the sizeable Demigod drove into me with aggressive brutality, obliging me to uphold myself without diving into the unforgiving iron-wrought headboard. My body wobbled as he slammed into me, and my buttocks jiggled, but I was strong and would withstand his onslaught, an impish grin on my face. The hedonistic reflection amplified my climax, and before long, my face was diving into the embrace of the bedding. 

Far too soon, though acutely grateful for the ravaging, the Demigod slowed, gruffly declaring it was my turn to be in control as he withdrew. Giddy, my Inner Goddess bounced on her tip toes as I wrestled to regulate my hyperventilating breathing. I shifted the noir band encircling my wrist to my fingers and bound my errant sapphire curls in the twice-wrapped elastic ribbon. It was time to get down to business. 

My Inner Goddess pranced in anticipation as I removed the presiding protection, my tongue quick to remove the residual tang. Bowing my shameless head, I resumed my earlier worship of his monolith. I alternated between employing my throat and my hand for his wasting. Minutes ticked by, and still, he swelled within my grasp! Disregarding the cramping of my forearm, I labored for his benefit, bracing my elbow on his thigh, my eyes locked on the narrow slit as it gaped wider and wider for the imminent eruption. 

With a broken exclamation, his body so taut I feared his muscles would snap, the creamy fountain spouted with vigorous intention, streaming down my fingers and coating his loins. The Demigod’s great body shook, every muscle and sinew rigid with intense orgasmic energy. I maintained my rhythm, fearing to truncate his triumph. As his pumping glory ebbed, I modulated my tempo until it was nothing more than a soothing stroking motion. 

With a considerable groan of satisfaction, the colossal Demigod crumpled, growing limp. I silently chuckled at the sight of his profoundly spent physique. I dried my hands on the only clean corner of the protective blanket. I felt energized and glowed, knowing he felt safe under my care. I bent my fingers, engaging my fingernails. Starting with his broad shoulders, I trawled my nails down the length of his bulging biceps to his forearms. Lifting my hands once I reached his wrists, I returned to his shoulders, this time dragging between the curls of his pectorals, rumbling down his washboard abs, parting at his groin, and continuing down his thighs. Additionally, I pursed my lips, sending a gentle breeze to whisper the length and breadth of his strained and damp body. I repeated the tranquilizing treatment until the Demigod caught himself dozing off and waved away the creeping vapors of sleep with a halting hand. 

“That’s enough of that!” the Dom said in a groggy voice. “Any more, and I won’t be able to cook for you!”

I wanted to protest, insisting he remain where he was but…I was famished, and a man who could cook was a rare aphrodisiac for my Inner Goddess. Perhaps a second round was in the realm of possibility once we had fortified our system. Her wingtips shivered in hopefulness as my Inner Goddess resumed her place on her velvet chaise. 

Over dinner and a couple of glasses of Zinfandel, I discovered my unintentional faux pas. When the Demigod rolled over and presented himself, placing himself under my control, he had intended that I ride him! The fork holding a bit of chicken and rice froze halfway to my lips. My Inner Goddess began to cry giant crocodile tears at the missed opportunity as memories of past experiences flooded my hippocampus. 

My body relived the piercing penetration of his stringent glory, the flash of searing pain as his bulbous tip breached my inner gate as I repeatedly lowered myself down his impossible stone. My cocoon regulating to acquiesce to his draconian envy. The flashback of rollicking angled hips and the Demigod’s unremitting advantage as I bounced astride him. The sharp cut of his jaw, teeth gritted, and eyes locked as we both feigned my authority, a facade that barely concealed the power dynamics at play. I was but a puppet, obsequious to his viral masculinity. 

As the realization of my naivety hit me, I could feel the shock flushing my face. The Demigod chuckled his nonchalant demeanor a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. On second thought, it was unusual for him to leave the protection in place for me to remove, a first in two years, in fact. I had dismissed it in the joy of his pleasure. My Inner Goddess was slow to forgive me. She felt profoundly disappointed, as if a condition for her happiness had been cruelly snatched away. 

A heavy sigh escaped me, and I tossed my head, mentally scolding myself for my naivety, a realization that was now painfully clear. The Demigod speared a bite of his sauteed green beans. The dusting of fresh parmesan seemed to mock my predicament. He paused, his elbow resting on the edge of the table, a devilish twinkle in his eye and a wry smile playing on his lips.

“I guess,” his baritone rumbled, causing the candlelight to glimmer and shivers to race up both arms. He leaned closer, and the scent of his cologne, an intoxicating mix of sandalwood, musk, and unfiltered masculinity, filled my nostrils.

“You’ll have to wait until next time!”

Gods. Have. Mercy. The regret of my cluelessness was palpable. I knew my Inner Goddess would have a thing or two to say to me on my lengthy drive home!

Until next time, XO. Elsie