March 2024 – Audio Version

My steps were quick and light as I ascended the concrete steps to his cute bungalow. I knew our time would be brief; our dinner reservation was pending, but there was still time to set the world on fire. Gaining the front door, I took the initiative of slipping my ruby heels from my feet before knocking on the door. Over messenger, the Dom had promised that there would be mere seconds between my entering and finding myself naked. Best to be prepared and unhindered as much as possible. 

So ostentatiously was my gleeful heart racing in anticipation that I barely registered the thumping of my knuckles on the Ipswitch pine door. Tick, tick, tick went the seconds. In the interim, I considered unfastening my bra. However, I had changed delicates three times before I settled on the satin black with the crisscrossing ribbons over my cleavage. My choice was meant to be admired, even if only for a moment. 

The wooden door swung wide to reveal the towering god, clad in loose jeans and an unfastened button-down, exposing his sculpted pecs and washboard abs while giving just a peek at his Adonis Belt. I gulped. My lungs urgently reminded me to breathe, and I inhaled, unaware I had been holding my breath. Bradley came bounding forward to greet me, his long tail wagging in puppyish delight at my arrival. I bent down, paying tribute and cooing over him as his tongue lolled to the side. After a bit, the Demigod’s benevolent gaze turned a might green. My Inner Goddess smirked, and we intentionally played with Bradley a bit longer, feigning indifference to the impatient energy growing around me.

“All right, that’s it!” The jealous Dom moved between the pup and me, hands and arms possessively sliding around my waist as he mercilessly drew me into a kiss. Knowing he was beaten, Brandley dutifully hopped onto the couch, resignedly flopping his yellow head on the arm of the camdon leather couch with a lazy sigh. 

The Dom was desperate, and I was the means of his salvation. In a single swoop, I was in his arms, his ribs pinned between my thighs as he carried me to his bed. A charmed giggle of mirth escaped my lips as I looked down at him from my lofty perch. My Inner Goddess would never tire of the exalted position and deft manhandling. 

Deposited on his soft queen, my curls spread and glowed around me like a sapphire halo as they caught the late afternoon sunbeams dancing through the white blinds sheltering the windows. Sensual music hummed around us, and the fan above faithfully spun its cooling breeze down on us. At my waist, the Dom was fiddling with the stubborn button of my jeans. I sighed. What a magnificent way to begin an evening, especially after such a distressing workday. 

The Dom was still endeavoring to rid me of my skinny jeans, his attempts growing riots and extreme at the lack of movement of the tight fabric. My Inner Goddess keenly enjoyed his struggle and would have prolonged it until I reminded her the poor Demigod had been on a 12-day hiatus. Deciding on mercy, I placed my hand on his naked chest and pushed him away. He stood on the Turkish rug, a bit confused and curious about my intentions. I rose to a sitting, then standing position, laughing while explaining a wiggling motion was required for extraction. Silently, he watched me. Conscience of how the dark wash material lifted and highlighted my derriere, I had literally poured myself into my favorite pair of Madewell jeans. Meanwhile, the Demigod began removing his own garments, his eyes devouring every inch of my newly exposed skin. 

Free from the restrictive denim, I removed my lustrous blouse with the draped U-neck, letting the black material slip off my fingers and onto the maple floorboards. This undressing revealed the matching conscripted delicates that had been aching for his attention. I was not disappointed. The Demigod paused in the removal of his pants and just gazed with pertinent appreciation. 

“Now get it off of us!” Whined my wanton body, twinging under the restriction. 

Unexpectedly, my Inner Goddess held up an imperious finger. A lady did NOT remove her delicates. That was his responsibility. Whether he chose to do so violently or reverently was entirely up to him. 

At that moment, heavy hands dropped on my shoulders. Their objective puzzled me until the pressure increased, and I was forced to give a slight bend to my knees under the crushing weight. Finally recognizing the purpose, I fully dropped my knees on the thin Turkish carpet before him. Feeling feminine and submissive to his wishes, I zealously guided the taut glory to my crimson lips. His crown flared against the roof of my mouth before sloping down to the cavern of my throat. My left palm cradled his compressing jewels while my right wrapped around the outside of his thigh to clutch his firm buttock, pressing him deeper into my pharynx. 

Without further cajolery, I began to bob, working him furiously. My left fingers alternated softly, squeezing his jewels before releasing the pressure. I slowed my rhythm, teasing and making him squirm as his body silently begged me to resume. My left had moved northward, grazing his sternum before dragging my nails down every ripple of his washboard abs. My lips worked in long, slow, tantalizing drags as my tongue flicked and swirled his frenulum. My right hand moved to the base of his glory, my fingers gaining an enveloping hold, sliding in time with my lips. I fought to suppress my heaving, convulsing stomach the deeper I took him, trying to keep my noises to more genteel, slurping, wet noises. It was a hopeless endeavor when one great hand cupped the back of my head, fingers burrowing into my wavy curls, and virile hips sent his husky glory torpedoing beyond the preset profundity. My gurgling gagging between thrusts only inflamed the Demigod’s need. 

After a considerable time, the Demigod moved his fingers to my underarms and half heaved, half threw me onto the bed. I thought he would pick that moment to devest me of my remaining garments. Nevertheless, the god chose to wait, perhaps relishing the silken material against the curly hairs of his chest as he once more crushed my body into the mattress’s springs. 

His lips worked their destruction on my mouth. They would be sore and swollen for the next 24 hours, an impressive reminder of his overwhelming power. I matched him nip for nip, hands vengefully attacking his body as he ground his raw hips over the sheer latticework concealing my slit. A growl started within the profound expanse of his chest, rumbling through his vocal cords to reverberate against my ear, sending shivers to ignite goosebumps along my exposed flesh. For the second time that night, I forgot how to breathe. 

My responding moan spurred the Demigod into action. Releasing my mouth, he swung his body to my left. One knee compressed into my thigh, the other hard against my ribcage. One did not need the wisdom of an oracle to understand his maneuvers. My hips arched toward him, imploring and pleading for his ministration. Husky fingers expertly hooked my intimate, unmasking my scorching slit to the cool whisper of the fan and gliding them off my legs to join my other garments. I unhooked my bra and carelessly banished it out of sight. The bit of silk had been dutifully lauded, and now it was time for our burning flesh to meet unhindered in the ecstasy of passion. 

His fingers sought my deepest recesses, effortlessly plunging within to curl northward in search of my inner jewel. The pads of his fingertips lovingly caressed the bulging mound, and it nearly burst at the brief impression. My need rose in heavy waves, choking my throat and forcing my eyes to roll back as my fists balled around the cotton comforter. And still, the Demigod delayed, withholding the full extent of his influence, yet every swirl bringing me that much closer to my impending doom. I panted as he yet retained the keys to my release. My Inner Goddess huffed and pouted in annoyance. Teasing was not as much fun when the tables were turned on us! Excessively prideful, my Inner Goddess refused to bow her head and beg. She was feeling far too naughty and powerful to be passive and meek. 

Seeking relief, my fingers latched around the monstrous appendage levitating above me, momentarily distracting the god’s spirals on my inner jewel. The Demigod groaned at my handling, hips jutting forward into my strokes. His body was so eager to respond, and a tiny droplet beaded from the narrow slit. I grinned with satisfaction and quickened my grip. 

Mere moments before the Demigod began his thundering jackhammering of my sensitive jewel, my Inner Goddess sent a sly idea flitting through my mind. A devilish look flickered in my eyes as I licked my lips, accepting the challenge. How close to the explosive brink could I bring the Demigod while my own body mushroomed and shattered at the violence of his touch? It would be a battle of wills. Notwithstanding, I was determined to win.

Keeping my hips level and grounded to the mattress, I rolled onto my left shoulder, the fingers of my right hand guiding him to my lips. The light of incendiary fireworks nearly blinded my vision as my release mushroomed from the apex of my legs. His arm was a tanned blur. I squeezed his glory rigorously, almost roughly, tongue lapping the underside of his veiny shaft, determination keeping the disorienting darkness at bay. 

And so we warred. The Demigod’s mighty arm cranked, jerking my body up and down, releasing my nectar like a geyser to gush over us. The hot fluid quickly cooled as it pooled in the dip of my abdomen and the plump rise of my breasts. Meanwhile, I pulled and bobbed over his swelling length, straining to take every inch and just failing. When the energy grew too great, and I feared for his glory, I released him, forehead resting against his skin, fingers curling around the flesh of his oaken thigh as I screamed and writhed in my pleasure. 

I gasped in the verve of my receding orgasm, my vision permanently blurred. Unwavering, I returned to my mission. My mouth was an unyielding ring, working every bit of my magic. My vocal cords reverberated on his head as I moaned through my body unrelentingly. The Demigod’s tempo increased and did so mine! Back and forth, I milked his swollen glory. Up and down, he pumped his hand as eternity passed thoroughly unnoticed by either of us. 

At last, we collapsed away from each other in mutual agreement. Our breathing was ragged and labored from the extent of our undertaking. Muscles aching, my head fell to the mattress as I blinked my vision back into place. The Demigod rocked back on his heels with a sigh, chin tilted to the ceiling. I was elated to feel our pulsing vivacity. This was not the end—merely the beginning. 

Without a word, the formidable Demigod stepped off the bed, applied a protective sleeve, and wrenched my hips to the edge of the bed. Giddy for my impending doom, I shimmied my hips lower to droop over the side while my goalpost arms sought anchorage in the rumpled bedding at my sides. I bent my knees to my hips, feet hovering as I presented my feminine for his destructive touch. I inhaled in my breath, waiting. His bulbous crown slowly brushed up and down my slit, wetting itself on my slick readiness. 

With practiced familiarity, the Demigod propelled his hips forward, ramming his weapon within me, his tip nearly reaching my omphalus. I shrieked in a warped twist of pain, delight, orgasm, and sheer rapture. Barely pausing in my dismantling, his thick hands situated my legs over his shoulders, the back of my thighs against his chest, my toes tickling his ears. The Demigod slipped his fingers between my narrow waist and the mattress, thumbs on either side of my naval. I sensed his fingers curling, nails digging into the flesh next to my spine as his thumbs buried themselves in the softness of my abdomen. I set my jaw and adjusted my grip on the bedspread, knowing I might not survive the charged assault about to be beaten into me.

I screamed, the four walls of the bungalow barely containing the sounds of my ruination. And still, the belligerent invasion pummeled my petite body. My Inner Goddess begged for more…and more she was given! Heat rose, coloring the back of my thighs and peached cheeks at the punishing impact of his slamming hips and thighs. I could not tell where one orgasm ended and another arose. Perhaps it was a single, unending orgasm casting me into the bliss of euphoria. 

Pausing, the impervious Demigod knocked my legs to the side and dropped prone onto the bed, his body bouncing a little as he landed, head on his pillow. Angling my chin from my prone position, I glimpsed his gaze, ordering me on top of him. Not that I needed the command. My Inner Goddess was already scrambling into position as I adjusted the waterproof towel beneath his hips. History had instilled the reminder to have the protection in place well beforehand. 

My inner thighs felt the heat of being stretched to their limit as I straddled his broad, angular hips. My palms on his chest, elbows locked, supported my descent. Nails threatened to mark his perfect pectorals as I lowered myself down his steel. The indecent groan issuing from my throat and soaring toward the ceiling made the Demigod below me growl, and his hands tightened, leaving crimson imprints on the flesh of my thighs. 

Sheathed to the hilt, my full weight resting on his hips, I held back, absorbing every sensation while allowing my body to relax and conform to the monolith already rearranging my internal workings. I felt the drifting wind teasing the sapphire curls at my temple. The music gave an almost hypnotic ambiance that my body longed to sway to. I crooned to my unsatiable and restless Inner Goddess, promising to satisfy her carnal craving. The Demigod had said we were breaking his forced 12-day aperture. My Inner Goddess swore we would make the Demigod forget every one of those long, lonely days. 

Still, for just a moment, I yearned to relish in my feminine magnificence, to bathe in my womanly omnipotence. My wings outstretched in dazzling splendor, the snowy feathers ruffling ever so slightly in the breeze, I radiated light and majesty. 

Kneeling and impaled, my calves restrained his hips. Rising to my full, albeit diminutive height, I set my chin with royal calculation—time to take matters into my own hands. Fearless, I began to ride the Demigod, provoked by his groans and eagerly responding body. I rode him fast and with maddening aggravation. I rode him slowly, grinding my pearl against him, rocking my hips, and curling my abdominal muscles. His skin became slick as my body answered my decree, nectar glistening off his body in the sun’s setting rays. 

I struggled to maintain control. He. Felt. So. Good. The Demigod dug his heels into the bed, slating his hips upward, lifting his buttocks to hover above the blanket. It was a wicked trick, but he knew I loved it. Triggered by his accommodation, I shattered, straining and pitching above him, only in a faster and more haphazard manner. Colors kindled and burned around me, sucking the wind from my lungs and rocketing me into the stupor of orgasmic oblivion. I never wanted the moment to end. 

The Demigod relaxed his hips into the bed, permitting me a brief respite. I inhaled, sensing the room about me, our labored breathing and racing hearts. My eyes were closed, and my shoulders drooped while I attempted to regenerate, so I missed the roguish twinkly in the Demigod’s eye. Lecherous hips abruptly shot upward, slamming his monstrous girth to madly perforate my inner gate. Possessive hands gripped my waist, hoisting me upward and bayonetting me in brutal repetition. The effect was instantaneous, the unforeseen orgasm catching me wholly off guard. There had been no time to set and reinforce my muscles in preparation! Delicious, burning agony shot through me, and my nails marked his model skin, leaving crimson scars across his chest. I labored to remain upright as I convulsed and shook. I had lost control of my situation but gained everything in the forfeiture. 

Shaky but glowing brighter than ever, I crumpled onto the damp bedding. The recumbent god rose, casting his protection on the nightstand. It was his turn to straddle me. His turn to lose himself in the delirium of intimate pleasure. I shimmed my hips between his thighs, signifying my delight at our transition. 

His distinctive granite was imposing—a deep amaranthine faintly dripping from the tip. Gods, he was already so close. His chiseled jaw was set, and the muscles of his face were pinched with one hand riveted to the aubergine glory. The Demigod stroked himself with the desperation of a man 12 days denied. 

Despite being spellbound, my Inner Goddess took mercy on the tortured god. My fingers seductively slid across the underside of my flawless breast, palms cupping the weight of each creamy orb, pushing them closer to my upraised head. My rouge tongue flicked my resting nipples. Though a wee bit bigger than a pencil eraser, they readily rose to meet the stimulation. 

The Demigod groaned and quickened his pace. Incentivized, my Inner Goddess took my tongue tip and daintily traced the elegant tattoo lines forever gracing my skin and the outline of my auburn areola. Tucking my chin a bit more, I nursed one nipple and then the other into my mouth, feeding a moment on each for his captivated regard. My own eyes were obsessed with the scene before me. I watched as my naughty ministrations wrought the desired effect. Thick, creamy ropes shot toward me, covering my breasts, sternum, and abdomen to the refrain of a tremendous guttural cry.

But something was wrong. Amid his eruptive explosion, his joyous exclamation quickly turned from triumph to sheer pain! Releasing my breast, my eyes hunted for the source of his unexpected torment. The Demigod’s left hand still encircled his dribbling glory, but his right clutched his right hamstring. His face was an odd contortion of torment and laughter. 

Profoundly concerned, I sought to alleviate his misery, but with him balanced above me, I was helpless. I bit my lip, eyes brimming with worry. Gingerly (still holding his waning glory), the Demigod extended his leg while kneading the offended muscle. By now, the Demigod was truly laughing as he assessed the damage. 

“This is going to make a great story…ahh!!” He tried to move his leg again, the muscle emphatically protesting. 

After several moments of continuous massaging, the Demigod cautiously attempted to recline on the bed. Once free, I hurriedly scooted aside, making ample room beside me. Noticing my furrowed brow, the Demigod chuckled again, his hand never leaving his thigh. 

“Honest—this is awesome!” His merriment was reflected in his bright hazel eyes. “I came so hard I pulled my hamstring!! I hope it’s bad!”

Bewildered, I could only shake my head as I took over, guardedly kneading the poor muscle with both fists. Internally, it was a monumental ego boost for my Inner Goddess. Not that we wished anyone harm! However, the injury was smugly recorded on her scoreboard, right next to the broken foot. 

Thankfully, there was no permanent or lasting injury. Though sore and pulled, the Demigod was able to put weight on the leg and eventually dressed while I showered. I kept a watchful eye on his movements, and though there was a slight catch in his steps, it was nearly imperceptible. I sighed, relieved there were no enduring consequences to our volatile affair. 

Entering the living room to retrieve my ruby slippers, I had an introspective moment. Though my body was tender (a faint bruise would later develop over my left breast), my Inner Goddess felt silly and carefree. Instead of being weary, she was animated and jubilant! Electricity popped and fizzed on my skin, erratically causing my heart to skip. I was hungry and even ravenous, but she was not ready to be done. Though momentarily satiated, she was far from satisfied. I smiled benevolently at her as I slipped into my heels, adjusting my blouse for our evening. 

Calmingly waiting for the Demigod, he was spoiling Bradley with a last-minute treat (penance for abandoning him for a few hours). I continued my musing. Perhaps after dinner, my Inner Goddess could seduce the Demigod for one more round. Alternately, despite the extensive distance between us, mayhap Jack could be enticed to quench our eternal thirst. Joined by the Demigod, a smile tugged at the corner of my lip as I stepped over the threshold, my brilliant toe tips glinting off the last bit of sunlight. Either way, my Inner Goddess had options to quench her perpetual lust. The realization made my Inner Goddess squeal with salacious happiness. And with that, I fairly skipped down the steps to dinner. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie