June 2023 – Audio Version

For the sixth time this year, I cursed the gods and the frailty with which they had created the feminine form. Tonight was to have been my crowning moment, a night of triumph, of freedom, and exploration. The Dom was to take me to a house party. All week my phone had chirped messages, revealing the devious plans he had for my body and the audience he planned to impress. Curses. An emotional tear rolled down my cheek as I ate my second cookie and contemplated the chocolate lava cake hidden in the depth of my freezer for emergencies. Surely, this counted as an emergency. 

Another emotional tear threatened to splash over my cheek as I messaged the Dom of my predicament and freed him to take another partner. To my consternation, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was him. Ever the gallant gentleman, he refused to listen to my apologies and insisted on making a dinner reservation. The even was not all lost. My feminine bits groaned in discomfort. Could not we just stay home in silky loungewear, wilted sapphire curls, eating chocolate, and binging The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel?

“Absolutely not!” My Inner Goddess would not hear of it. “You took away my evening! You. Owe. Me.” My Inner Goddess was glaring, her pent-up sexual needs boiling just under the surface. Heaven knows we had already resorted to our vibrator three times that day! I dressed and met the Demigod for a refreshing meal of roasted chicken in strawberry jam and crisp Sauvignon Blanc wine. 

Dinner settled in my stomach, and the last bite of cheesecake was melting on my tongue when he gave a proposition—a coin toss to determine the rest of our evening together. Heads up, we go back to his place and enjoy each other within my comfort zone. Tails, we continued with our original plan of stopping at a little pub to watch the soccer game. An away game, I had been excited to watch his animated response for the home team. He does so love soccer. 

My Inner Goddess perked at his new suggestion. Throughout the evening, we had been reassured that my current intimate inconvenience made no difference to him. I found myself rather grumpy at my circumstance and my libido ravenous, yet I hesitated to accept the offer. It had been, what, two years since I had been in a deep relationship that allowed the comfort to engage so during my intimate inconvenience. Yet the Demigod was offering once more. I agreed to let the Fates decide the outcome.

Do you know how you flip a coin and instantly know which side you wish to land? That was not my situation, oddly enough. On the one hand, would be a chilled margarita and the opportunity to learn more about a sport while watching his boyish face light up in excitement, his blue-green eyes twinkling. The picture made my heart leap. Yet the idea of being once more in his bed was incredibly tantalizing, but my sense of propriety was the only thing holding me back. 

Up up up went the coin spinning, end over end down down down it came lightly caught and flipped onto the back of his wrist. Heads. I was to be wrapped in his arms, feeling his kisses on my skin as he crushed me to his chest. My Inner Goddess felt like a two-year-old being offered an ice cream cone, squeezing and shaking her clenched fists back and forth in exuberance.

“Tell you what,” he said, taking the last sip of his wine. “When we get there, I am going to lay back on the bed and let you ride me. That way, you can be in control.” 

My heart breathed a sigh of relief. I had been unsure I was quite up to the level of our normal fiery and passionate affairs. My energy levels were undoubtedly at a dangerous low, yet I craved connection. All would be well. My body would not be taxed more than it could offer for the evening. It was a soothing drive back as sultry country folk music lilted over the radio. The Demigod’s hand lightly traced the inside of my thigh, causing me to smile on our short drive back to his home. 

I paused in the restroom to assess the intimate inconvenience. Thankfully, Armageddon seemed to have paused for the time being. We were safe to proceed.

Stepping into his bedroom, I found the nude Demigod spread on the Persian purple waterproof towel. For the first time, he was not at full mast. Oddly, this gave me a sense of relief. Tonight would undoubtedly be on my terms: no rush, no fuss, and no pressure.

I began to unbutton my sage jumper, apologizing for my lingerie choice. I had not intended intimacy to be possible for the evening. My simple cream-colored bra and basic filigree bikini bottoms seemed woefully short of my usual glamour and attempted allure. “They’re not even matching!” My Inner Goddess wailed internally. She was most ashamed of the shortcomings of my chosen garments. He rolled his eyes and pretended he did not know what I was talking about.

I slipped onto the bed between his legs, hands on his knees, and I began to place kisses on his inner thighs, working my way up to his hips. On intuition, I laid my head on his solid thigh, my soft curls spread like sapphire silk over his jewels. I just took a minute in his presence. His fingers ruffled my curls as he, too, lay still in the tranquility of the moment. My body desperately wanted to sleep, to just close my eyes in the depth of a soothing bed and the missed comfort of another human being. Billy Paul’s “Me and Mrs. Jones” crooned over the room.

“Oh no, you don’t!“ Cried my indignant Inner Goddess as my body began to relax. “Do NOT even think about it!”

She was right. I did want the Demigod more than sleep. I could feel the heat emanating from his groin. With the natural masculine musk of his body tantalizing my nose, I took him in my mouth, slowly, almost casually, and with firm intention, I began to suck. To my Inner Goddess’s delight, he filled our throat with his lengthening girth. His fingers gathered up my bothersome waves into a firm knot within his hand. This action only encouraged my Inner Goddess as she genuinely began to awaken, her magnificent wings slowly unfurling as we took him deeper, yo-yo-ing up and down even faster. My eyes watered as his hand tightened its grip on my curls, pulling the skin of my face taut as he thrust deeper into my widening throat. 

My cheeks coursed with tears, and my nose sniffled, but I was not ready to give up my prize, enjoying every inch as my right hand stroked his girth and my tongue used every tool it had learned. My left hand teased and caressed his jewels. The fingers of his free hand begin to wrap around the iron filigree above his head.

“NH ah ahh.” Cautioned my Inner Goddess at his tension and growing response. We could not have him coming just yet!

With still some slight hesitation over my intimate inconvenience, I rose to straddle his hips. My toes curled under his massive thighs as I slowly lowered myself onto his sheathed head.

“Ohhhhh! My Inner Goddess audibly moaned at the swelling bounty within us. We felt full, complete, and comforted in one bewildering moment. This is what we had been missing. Tea, hot pads, and all the medicine could not bring about this overwhelming sense of pleasure and comfort.

I rode him slowly and then quickly, sometimes even remaining absolutely still, the muscles of my body quivering as the last orgasm faded away. The Demigod watched. His hands took turns, holding onto the ironwork of his bed, as he clenched his abdominal muscles, tucking his pelvis and lifting his buttocks off the bed at such an angle as to force the ridge of his throbbing glory against my inner jewel. I screamed in unabashed pleasure before collapsing against his chest.

My body began to glisten with the heat of the room and my exertions. Tiny wet curls were plastered against my temples and the curve of my neck. A sheen glinted on my entire body while beneath me, the Demigod grinned his combination of boyish delight and devilish Cheshire cat smile. 

“Request.” He said during one of my pauses. “Will you turn on the ceiling fan?”

“Yes,” I, too, was desperate for the cooling breeze. “But don’t look when I get up.” I was unsure how stirred up things had gotten and was blushing deeply. 

“Seriously?” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve told you, it’s not a big deal to me. Now, go!”

The fan spinning busily above us, I returned to his body and his waiting, pulsing glory. I was pleased to note only the slightest hint of my intimate inconvenience. He tilted his hips up, eager for my return, and he pulled me into him. The wings of my Inner Goddess fluttered in the drifting air as we marveled at the incredible lover below us. His hands slid down to secure my waist as his power buried itself once more within me, nearly threatening to rearrange my organs. 

I leaned back, my arms supporting my form by resting my hands on his compact thighs. I was just returning to my body, and my eyes were closed when his thumb found my pearl. I nearly cried at the contact. My focus had been entirely taken by the fullness within me and the crazed need for release from my inner jewel. I had not realized how desperate my pearl was for attention, even after home sessions from my vibrator. With the assured skill of a master, the Demigod swirled his thumb over my pearl while my orgasm quickened, my hips grinding against him in response to my double orgasmic release.

We moved and flowed. I watched us in the mirror, allowing the Demigod to control our movements. We were striking together. His long, deeply tanned body, muscles bulging and straining as he moved. I gazed in the mirror at the faint spread of curling chest hair and thick, powerful hands that traced and caressed my body. His skin glistened with the heat of the moment. Every inch of him was the definition of male perfection, and he was mine for the night. I saw my alabaster skin and the tops of my feet pressed flat against the plush of the mattress. My light feminine form, my soft sapphire curls as they clung to my dew-covered neck and shoulders, hovered above him, my body quivering with each thrust. 

He slowed and stilled, raising his head. One hand stroked my hourglass waist and curved my hip. The other hand fondled my plump, suspended bosom. I watched in the mirror as the Demigod suckled my breast, awwed by the mixed sight and sensation. Of their own accord, my hips began to slide and grind against him in our growing need. 

Releasing my breasts, the Demigod took each hand in turn, sucking my fingers, his strong tongue teasing my sensitive fingertips before biting the tips between his pearly white teeth. Exploding in the grip of my orgasm, my chin lifted to the ceiling, and my wings lifted me high above my body as the Demigod bit the padding of my left thumb. It is a move he discovered I loved ions ago and uses at his whim and always to tip my orgasms to a higher register. 

I collapsed onto his chest, our sweat mingling in the sweet connection. My body panted as his mouth nuzzled my neck, causing me to moan, his lips tracing up my ear. My hair in his way, he smoothed it aside as, with a deep growl, he bit into the thick cartilage of my upper ear. I squeaked in the growing pain, but my Inner Goddess was gathering herself for yet another glorious orgasmic ascension. My fingers clutched at the pillows on either side of his head, breasts pressed into his chest as I released control of my body to his penetrating thrusts. My nectar, or what I hoped was my nectar, wetted his hips, allowing our bodies to slide in perfect grace. 

“Lean back,” his voice rumbled through my euphoria. “Put your feet flat beside me.”

Unsure it would work, I unfolded my legs from their resting place next to his thighs and placed my feet flat on the bed next to his waist. My wrists strained on either side of the Demigod’s thighs as they held my body up in a loose interpretation of yoga’s reverse tabletop. All this was accomplished without his strength losing connection with my goddess. With his sizeable magnitude, I was not surprised and rather tickled at my flexible maneuverability. 

Now on display for his viewing and access, the Demigod’s thumb found my pearl and began to swirl in a clockwise direction as I held myself aloft. He turned to watch our progress in the armoire mirror. My Inner Goddess pouted a little. In our current position, my Inner Goddess could no longer see our joined bodies, but from the delight spreading across the Demigod’s face, it must have been a mesmerizing sight to behold. I jutted up, hips up and down as best as possible, pleased that while his glory no longer pressed on my inner jewel in this position, the growing orgasms were still wrapping me in their uncontrollable grasp. 

Finally, my body gave up, and I collapsed down into the bed between his legs. I heard his deep chuckle and the rustle of movement as he lifted his magnificent body and positioned himself to kneel beside my limp form. His fingers moved at the entrance of my goddess, and I started to panic, my embarrassment for my intimate inconvenience returning. My Inner Goddess hushed all objections, reasoning that the Demigod was most unlikely to do anything he did not want or enjoy doing. As if on cue, his fingers barely in place, I gushed, abandoning all unease as my nectar splashed my abdomen and warmth spread beneath my hips, my fingers gripping the sheets for support. 

With a slow release, the Demigod carefully removed his fingers, watching me heave in a grateful release. I lay, unable to assist, the atoms of my body still floating somewhere in space, as he lifted my legs and joined with my soul once more. My lower back arched at the craved union. 

He was tender with my body, nothing violent and rampaging this time, yet still powerful and forceful. I clutched at the bedspread as his driving momentum pushed me nearly off the bed, my shoulders hovering at the edge of the mattress, my neck curved over the side. It was a marvelous feeling, and I gave my body to him, oblivious of everything but my freedom. 

With a sudden whoosh, I found myself properly back on the bed, his fingers gripping my waist, nails faintly digging in. I grinned up into his face and was rewarded with a passionate kiss. The Demigod melted with my body once more, the fan sending a caressing breeze to tickle our damp skin. As he began to move once more, his arms were pillars of strength framing my body. I noticed the vein of his upper arm straining and pulsing just under the skin. It was massive, and I marveled at the beauty of his body, tracing the anatomy of his arm until my mind was distracted and overpowered by his driving force. My finger never left his biceps as I gripped him like an anchor and once more lost myself. 

At last, I unwillingly tapped his shoulder, and he slowed. My body drained and, quite possibly anemic due to my intimate inconvenience, was at the end of its endurance. Uncomfortable contractions, utterly unrelated to the moment, were returning. 

“Your turn,” I whispered, my body a puddle on the soaked waterproof blanket. 

“Okay, he responded with alacrity, “But you have to do all the work.”

My Inner Goddess immediately perked at his verbiage and repositioned ourselves once more between his legs as he lolled back on the cool pillows. Though it was not bitter, my lips tingled slightly from the lubricant and remnant taste of the protective slip. Completely undeterred, I stretched on the bed, knees bent with my ankles crossed in the air, my toes curled and uncurled as I enjoyed myself and sought his pleasure. My left hand took turns cupping and caressing his weighty jewels, my right fingers wrapped around his glory, sliding up and down in tempo with my head. The Demigod captured all the curls in his hand and gripped my roots, aiding my bobbing head. I not only loved the tightness that drew tears to my eyes but the weight was lifted and allowed the fan to whisper soothingly over my damp neck.

The change was coming. The muscles of the Demigod’s entire body strained for release, and his hold of my hair tightened as he forced me deeper down his impressive length. I curled my legs underneath me for better leverage and took him firmly in my hands, a tight, furious blur of movement over his feverish glory. He begged me not to stop, and not one for orgasm denial; I increased my hold and speed, my lips hovering just above his impending orgasm. My Inner Goddess was at her happiest when his convulsive orgasm erupted onto my waiting tongue and down my still-pumping fingers. I read his body, slowing when his body began to sink into restful bliss. 

I crept up his unmoving body, curling around him as I nuzzled his chest, burying my fingers in the soft curls of his chest. My body relaxed in happiness. He had not rejected me or been uncomfortable with my intimate inconvenience. Not that I would have blamed in the least! His breaths were becoming more profound, whispering over my forehead. My eyelashes fluttered closed in exhaustion as my Inner Goddess marveled at the rare Demigod and his gentlemanly ways. 

Fingers were caressing my temple. A hand stroked my thigh as it lay draped over his hip and between his thighs. Opening my eyes, I discovered the room, once brightly lit by the setting sun, was now quite dark. We had fallen asleep, though the hour was not too late. The Moon Goddess had only just begun her dance with the distant stars. 

I moved slowly, our bodies slightly stuck together in sticky sweetness. I rolled prone onto my back only to have the Demigod coil his body against mine, a stout thigh draped over my abdomen. Mmmmm, the heavy weight of his leg felt so good on my angry uterus. He whispered sweet nothings, playing with my curls as we continued to cuddle. 

Eventually, I rose. The Demigod leaned over and flicked on the quartz lamp, sending a faint pink glow throughout his room. I had promised a shoulder rub, and I do so adore finishing our time together by massaging the Demigod’s body before taking my leave. The shoulder massage transitioned down to his full back, left bicep, forearm, and long fingers. I was kneeling on the bed as I worked his palm and fingers, debating with my Inner Goddess. The small lamp was silhouetting the ample curve of his firm buttocks. Finished with his fingers, I added oil to my palm and began to massage his left cheek, my Inner Goddess nearly fainting at the contact. 

He chuckled deeply, “You couldn’t resist touching, could you?”

“Of course not,” I retorted, kneading the tight but glorious bottom. “You know I can’t resist your body!”

It was utterly genuine. The sight or very thought of the Demigod leaves me weak and my Inner Goddess hungry as she bites her lower lip in memory or anticipation. I sighed as I took turns stroking and manipulating each long leg’s tight muscles and tendons. I gave ample attention to his right arm, finishing with a deep head massage, always his favorite. 

He remained sprawled on the bed, watching me dress. Under his lustful gaze, my Inner Goddess was devilishly tempted to drop my clothes onto the floor and crawl back on top of the Demigod, taking him once more. My body doused the longing with the discomfiture and exhaustion of my body from the intimate inconvenience. My Inner Goddess frowned just a bit but knew we had already been given far more than we had expected to receive that night. I finished buttoning my jumpsuit, wrapping the linen belt loosely about my waist. 

His last kiss was moist on my lips as my weary body grumbled about the long drive home. Yet, my mind was grateful for the time to reflect as we maneuvered our way out of the dark city. Far-off lightning flashed within the towering heads of cumulonimbus clouds. It seems, my mind pondered, that the more I release my anger over my situation, I am not left with the crushing, hopeless emptiness I expected. Instead, my heart has been quickly filled with adventure, opportunities, and love from so many unexpected angles and individuals. Dark thoughts and fear of the unknown future are constantly being swept away by love and acceptance, such as I received tonight. Nestled into my giant pillows, I was once more struck by the idea that my life may actually be fuller and richer because of my current situation. My lashes closed, sleep eminent, but not before I sent a whisper of sincere gratitude to the universe for my life and the precious souls I have the blessed fortune to meet.

Until next time, XO Elsie