May 2023 – Audio Version

His salacious messages indicated his keen need, and ever ready, my Inner Goddess was delighted to sate his desperate need. His plane would touch down at 8 PM, and he requested to come straight over after deboarding. His eagerness surprised me. I assumed he would be exhausted after a long day of traveling and would want to go straight home. But, instead, the Demigod made it abundantly clear he had ample energy to devour me appropriately. My Inner Goddess shivered at the prospect!

Entering my home, the Demigod wasted no time crushing me against his lean chest, bending my neck back as his mouth ravaged my lips. I tasted a faint whisper of copper as his teeth nipped at my bottom lip. I could have taken him right there on the hardwood floor, our bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy. Instead, still holding me, he pulled back. 

“Shower.” His voice growled in my ear, then nipped down my arched neck as his fingers yanked on my hair.

“It’s ready – towel laid out and everything.” My Inner Goddess wailed at the delay but accepted the fact that a shower was in all our best interest. Anyone would want to freshen up after five hours on a cramped plane.  

In turning to go, I found myself positioned in front of him. He grabbed me again, heaving great panting breaths on my neck and collarbone as his lips nipped my delicate skin. My hips pressed back against him. Something hard pushed back. The strength of his need shocked me. How long had it been for him? This would not do, not do at all. 

“Go, go. Everything is ready.” It took all my willpower to pull away from his body. My Inner Goddess wanted to be furious, but the sooner he showered, the sooner he would be mine. 

“You should meet me in there.” He called as he sauntered to the back of the house and the waiting shower.

“Ohh, I intend to.” I sipped my wine and followed his perfectly sculpted rear end.

Then came the tricky part. How should I present myself? Back to the door, as did Venus in Diego Velazquez’s painting, lounging on the bed. Or nude and waiting just outside the shower as in Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus? Seeing that both goddesses were naked in each rendition, I began to slip out of my soft mint shorts and tank top covered in pale pink and garnet roses. 

“Or…” interjected my Inner Goddess. “You could leave them on for him to rip off your body.”

It was a brilliant and lascivious idea. The waterproof towel spread beneath me, I lounged on the bed in a faint imitation of the Sleeping Venus. Though, unlike Giorgione’s Venus, I was neither nude nor asleep.

He opened the door. The light behind him made the remaining water droplets shimmer on his skin like gold. His smile was primal, never leaving my form as the towel patted across his body before being thrown over the top of the door to dry. 

I did not move an inch as I watched him approach. Never had I seen a more carnal look in a man’s eyes. I held my breath, wondering what he would do to me and where he would begin. 

I was in for a surprise as he began at…my right knee. My Inner Goddess cocked a quizzical eyebrow, but experience bade her bite her lip as soft kisses were placed all about my unassuming knee. Kisses turned to prickling nibbles that traced down to the inside of my knee. His hands ran the entire length of my leg, fingertips stopping just under the hem of my shorts. My Inner Goddess was entirely sold on the whole “knee nibbling” business, finding the unusual maneuver highly erotic. 

The Demigod repeated the adoration on the other knee, ever so slowly working his way up to my thigh. Nips pulled at the skin of my left inner thigh. Despite the fabric of my shorts, his heavy breath heated my goddess as he passed over to nibble on my right thigh. My fingers had already found purchase on the pillows as I tried not to writhe at the attention, and I audibly moaned with every touch of his lips. My toes curled when his mouth found the hollow of my hip, burying his face in the erogenous zone of my abdomen. 

His fingers pulled at the elastic of my little shorts, sliding them down my toes with little to no resistance. Next came my shirt, but as I attempted to wiggle out, I found I could not. With the top just over my head, the Demigod had stopped assisting and trapped my crisscrossed arms with one powerful grip, the shirt adding to my restraint. 

“You’ve pinned my arms!” I said, stating the obvious. 

“Have I now?” There was a dark gleam in his eye. “I can’t have you getting away. I’m going to do far more to you than just that!” 

“Get away? Like that would ever happen!” Sighed my Inner Goddess.

His right hand held my arms fast; he wetted his left fingers, his eyes fixed on mine. My hips wriggled and arched as he slowly initiated touch, fingertips whispering over my pearl. I loved it. The eager anticipation, my body already on the verge of orgasm, just waiting for his dominating touch. 

My legs spread wide, arms imprisoned above my head, and jaw clenched; I came. His hand worked furiously, fingertips thumping my hidden jewel with a barbaric intensity. Then, the floodgates were released as my nectar sprayed forth, splashing up to my waist and breasts. Ever a gentleman, the Demigod slowed his fingers but did not remove them as I struggled to catch my breath. In their unaccustomed position, my shoulders felt pinched, but I disregarded the pain. All that mattered was the fact that his fingers had begun to move once more, faster and faster, against my jewel until my body was covered in a sheen of nectar. 

Releasing my arms, he knelt beside me on the bed, his aching glory erect and bouncing in need as he moved. It was my turn to devour him. Rising onto my elbow, I enthusiastically inhaled him, tongue swirling and lips pumping as I tasted his savory precum. I was rewarded with a deep groan and wondered if he would detonate right then. Poor neglected Demigod. However, his fingers still reached into my goddess and massaged my pearl with his thumb. I released his girth only when his fingers began to piston once more. My head pressed against his hip. I screamed my pleasure. 

Still panting, I took him in my mouth once more, finding it a little difficult to breathe after the exertion of my last mindblowing orgasm. His left fingers plagued my pearl, but his right hand gathered my hair into his tight fist as his hips began to pound my face. I sputtered and made all sorts of noises as I sought to take him ever deeper. Over and over, he forced his demand into my willing throat, pulling back just enough for me to inhale before pressing my nose into the shock of his groin once more. 

The Demigod released me and stepped to the dresser. Elated tears ran down the corners of my eyes. My arms spread out in a cross on the bed as I panted, eyes still shut. Finally, I heard him chuckle and raised my head to see his boyish face. He was exceedingly proud of himself. I half rolled my eyes and shook my head. Then, setting the empty foil on the dresser, his hands paused on the edge of the bed, staring intently into my eyes once more. Ohh, lord, the animalistic ferocity I saw flickering in his dark gaze made my Inner Goddess shiver in expectation. 

In a single leap, he bounded onto the bed, forcing my intentionally closed legs apart, aimed and thrust deeply into my already tender goddess. Gripping the headboard above me, he held still while I adjusted to his magnificent glory and came in the same instant. That was the only moment of grace he gave me before the barbaric impact had me screaming in joyous agony. My legs were stretched long, ankles supported on his shoulders, toes behind the Demigod’s ears. His hands pinned my wrist to the bed next to my ears in an ever-tightening grip. My Inner Goddess hoped for bruises and briefly thought of how to conceal the naughty signs.

He withdrew, pinching my tender nipple while slapping my pearl and goddess with his throbbing, rockhard glory. The combination released something in me, causing my nectar to spray. The Demigod released my breasts, transitioning his attention to my hidden jewel, his glory still “thawmping” my pearl. Nectar splashed over both of us and onto the headboard above me. The miniature droplets shimmered like tiny diamonds in the soft light. I made a mental note to grab a cleaning cloth later. 

The Demigod was not finished with me, bending me like a pretzel, my knees pushed to my ears as his broad hands pressed into my thighs for support. My head pressed ever deeper into the headboard with each onslaught, my nails digging into the top of the headboard as I held on for dear life. Still orgasming, I peeked at the Demigod through my mostly closed lashes. His face was raw with the carnal need for dominance and pleasure. My Inner Goddess nearly fainted at the sight. 

Without pausing, the Demigod lifted one hand from my thigh, grasping ahold of my neck. My body relaxed or tried to while still being shattered into a trillion pieces by his relentless thrusts. For the first time, his grip was not fierce enough. I closed one hand over his and pressed, immediately, his purchase tightened until I was drifting, weightless as my body continued to cum below me. 

Releasing his hold, he traced down my throat, over my sternum, fingers whispering over my breasts as my soul and body adjusted to one another. What a night. What a life! The Demigod began to roll me over.

“On all fours,” he demanded. My muscles felt weak, still trembling, but my Inner Goddess hastened to obey as he growled in my ear, “I’m going to take you and watch it in the mirror.”

The Demigod could not impale me fast enough as I presented my hips to him. He was savage in his attack, my goddess was tender, and a couple of times, I winced as his head breached my inner gateway. Yet, my body, soul, and Inner Goddess craved the feeling. I yearned for each penetrating barrage, cuming repeatedly as I gleefully drove my hips to meet each assault. Through his nails digging into the flesh of my thigh, the grin I could feel on his face, and the deep moans barrelling from his chest, I knew he loved every second. 

Releasing his nails from my flesh, the Demigod curled over my back, resting his chest against me as I struggled to support his weight on my hands and knees. His eager fingers found my pearl while his remaining hand cruelly tormented my breasts and nipples. I screamed and bucked against him in orgasm until I forcefully ejected him, and my nectar flowed down my tremulous legs. Deftly, the Demigod reinserted himself, filling me with impetuous plunges as he ensured he had wrung every ounce of orgasmic bliss from my tiny body. 

Manhandled until I was flipped onto my back, he removed the protection, dripping cool lubricant on himself and between the mountains of my breasts. Placing his ready glory in the valley between, he gathered my breasts close, cocooning his need between their plumb softness. Back and forth, his fat head slid. Back and forth. My tongue flicked out to sample his oozing nectar as I watched his constricting face. Then with a roar, the Demigod released my supple breasts and madly seized his glory, breath gasping as he began to convulse. I bent my head to lick my nipples until thick cords shot forth – my tongue transitioning to receive him. My assumption was correct; the Demigod had gone days without proper attention. My Inner Goddess celebrated his release as spurts continued to rain down on my naked flesh. 

With a half groan, half sigh, the imposing Demigod collapsed beside me. He curled his limp body around to half-spoon me, one leg draped over my stomach, his broad shoulders flat against the comfort of the bed. Stillness. Elation at the nearness of a naked Demigod. It felt wonderful to be so close, my skin absorbing the heat of his body in the cool room. We remained coiled together for some time, quietly catching up on our busy week.   

I rose onto my elbow, placing tiny kisses from his sleepy glory up his washboard abs until I reached his lips. I was concerned about him being alert enough for the drive home. I knew if we waited too long, he might fall asleep after his long flight. Not that I would have minded in the least. 

I fed him a simple egg sandwich on an English muffin while I sipped my deep Cabernet Sauvignon. Finally, I sent him on his way with a last kiss, well, two or three wanton kisses. My Inner Goddess gave a devilish smile as she folded her wings. What a genuinely sumptuous evening it had been.

Until next, XO Elsie