July 2023 – Audio Version

A soft knock landed on my front door. I raced to the front room on my tiptoes—no use irritating the neighbors before the actual merrymaking began. My sheer white robe billowed behind me like a white mist, and my rose-flecked romper hugged my breasts in eyelash lace and fluttered over my wide hips like petals. I felt elegant and oh-so ready to be devoured.

I flung open the door and blushed to my very toes. No tall, muscular demigod was waiting for me but a sweaty and exhausted-looking Amazon driver. I slammed the door shut in shock, frozen until I heard his retreating footsteps. Usually, I would have been delighted to see my order so early in the day. This time I only felt mortification. Meanwhile, my Inner Goddess was smirking and wanted to know just how much the driver had seen and if he had enjoyed the unexpected show. 

I retrieved my packages and set them to the side. Still intent on the arrival of my guest. My Inner Goddess was most annoyed with my nervous bladder, but I could not help it. It had been a month since the Demigod had mastery over my body and soul. I raced between my room and the couch as I waited. The A/C was set low in preparation, and my fingertips were turning white in the chill, but I dared not adjust the setting. The Demigod had promised me a firm manhandling, and I wanted him as comfortable as possible. I settled on a corner of the couch. I had unfolded it to a queen size bed and draped it in a thick comforter made of soft fluff for a bit of sensory play against our naked skin. 

I made one last trip to my private room, my nervous bladder positive it would burst. It was not. The waiting was unbearable for my body AND Inner Goddess. I returned to the front room and, on a hunch, I checked my front door once more. Grooooan. He was there, leaning on the doorframe. I had not heard his knock, or perhaps he had not had the opportunity to notify me of his arrival. It hardly mattered. I opened the door wide and bid him enter. 

It is incredible how the simple act of opening a door closes out so much of the world. We were the only things that mattered now. No meetings or deadlines. Just us.  Without pausing to set down his backpack or slip out of his shoes, the Demigod leaned down and kissed the hell out of me. I pressed my breasts and hips against his searing body, unable to tell if he was physically radiating heat or if I was merely melting at the intensity of his powerful charisma. 

“How is he sooo good at kissing us?” My Inner Goddess was gasping for breath as the Demigod released us just long enough to set down his backpack on the chaise and notice the flogger I had ready per his demand. 

I had turned to lock the front door and was caught off guard when the Demigod grabbed me from behind, wrapping one hand from my waist up through my breasts to my throat while the other hand twisted over my hip and down to my pearl. I squeaked in surprise but immediately pressed back into the firmness of his body. The Demigod wasted no time slipping his nimble fingers between the fluttering material concealing my goddess and making a beeline for my pearl. 

The Demigod bore the weight of my upper body as I shuddered in his arms, the familiar room fading into nothing as his teeth bit into the soft lobe of my ear and his fingers demanded homage. Just because my Inner Goddess had been waiting for hours in anticipation of the Demigod’s touch, it did not mean that my pearl was necessarily awake. However, with the abrupt insistence of his swirling fingers, I found my body on the edge of orgasm, right there in my front room, my hands clinging to the thick arm between my breasts supporting me.

“My poor ears!!” I thought, feeling the heat and pain radiating from each node. I foolishly turned to my Inner Goddess for support. The Demigod’s fingers slipped inside my dripping goddess, signs of my orgasm shimmering on my glistening thighs. In this position, the Demigod was close but not quite able to my inner jewel. I was so close to releasing the gates restraining a flood of nectar, but I held back. 

“I need to grab a towel!” I cried to my Inner Goddess, nearly losing the battle. 

“You fool!” She retaliated. “It’s a wood floor, for heaven’s sake!! Not carpet!”

My Inner Goddess had a legitimate point. Besides, how many times had the formidable Demigod released the flood and not blinked an eye as my nectar pooled at our feet on the wooden floorboards of his sanctuary? About to surrender my all, the god whirled me around to face him and drowned me in the irresistible seduction of his lips as his hands clawed my thighs and peached curves of my buttocks and lower back. I was overwhelmed with sensations and energy. I began to slip my fingers under the light material of his T-shirt but quickly withdrew at the contrast of temperatures between his naked flesh and my icy fingers. 

“Do. It.” He growled, briefly lifting his lips from my own. 

I did not have to be told twice and attempted to touch every inch of his back and shoulders before the Demigod scooped me into his arms, continuing the devotion of his lips. The Demigod simply held me in his strong arms as if I weighed nothing more than stardust. My romantic heart gave the faintest stir as our kisses deepened. 

I really must speak to the Fates about this whole picking-me-up thing. Is an offering of some type necessary and appropriate to show my undying gratitude for being swept off my feet in such a manner by nearly every lover this year? Is this erotic gesture a typical experience for women? Do the Fates whisper in my Lovers’ ears the night before, secretly suggesting ways to entice me as my Lovers wander the fields of Morpheus’ domain? Or perhaps it is a wish my Inner Goddess manifests as I dream, and the Fates see fit to honor the wish. Either way, I must decipher a fitting sacrifice to the Fates or gods themselves. 

In just two firm steps, the Demigod was at the side of the couch/bed and judiciously lay me on the white fluff. With amusement, I realized everything that had just transpired happened within three feet of my front door! Our passion had been too impatient to wait for the couch or bed!

Reaching behind his neck, the Demigod grabbed the seam of his shirt and lifted the entire thing from his body in a single flick, discarding it, along with his khaki shorts on the floor I had nearly soaked moments before. Released from its confines, his glory and my audacious plaything for the evening pointed straight and long as an arrow and wide as my wrist. My Inner Goddess gawked as I gazed up at the Demigod from my lower position and straight at his imperial glory. 

“Has he always been so…so enormous?!” I turned to my Inner Goddess, but she was of absolutely no help, literally drooling like a puppy and unable to tear her eyes away from the toy before her. 

“Take it off before I rip it from your body.” The Demigod said in a terrifying growl as he held one snowy strap taut in his fist while the other hand was reacquainting itself with my pearl and still dripping goddess. 

“Shred it from our body!!” Challenged my Inner Goddess to the Demigod, but I was faster and already wiggling the slip of a negligee from my body. It was, after all, brand new, and I was rather fond of it. 

“But it’s replaceable!” Wailed my Inner Goddess in disappointment. Apparently, she believes that not only do I possess limitless energy but also unending funds for her personal enjoyment. 

Though mightily displeased with me, my Inner Goddess could find no fault with the red-blooded Demigod burrowing his rugged face between my legs. After a year of pleasure, my body and needs are no mystery to this gifted enthusiast. Nonetheless, when I am with him, the Demigod makes me feel like I am the only woman on earth and my goddess contains the sweetest ambrosia. I cried and trembled on his mouth as I nearly inhaled the downy comforter meant to muffle my shrieks of fervid orgasm. 

After four or five monumental orgasms, the Demigod allowed me to catch my breath, moving his head from my mound to the shaking flesh of my inner thighs, nipping and kissing up to my tiny ankles. Hands firmly gripping my calves, the Demigod lowered his face once more, but not to my goddess. Oh no, that would be too nice. Teeth sank into the delicate flesh of my left inner thigh, causing me to utter a most undignified yip of pain and shock. The Demigod gave a wicked grin, the beast in his eyes reveling at my discomfort. Knowing the process would be repeated on my right thigh. I was determined to express a much more genteel response. However, the Demigod planted two of the softest kisses on the quivering expectant flesh, catching me entirely off guard before biting down. 

Once more, I squawked and quickly covered my mouth with both hands while Inner Goddess wished for the ground to open and devour us both in humiliation. However, my response was precisely what the Demigod had been aiming for! I started to rebuke him for his treatment, half-teasingly but was quickly hushed as the Demigod’s tongue lapped ambrosia and fingers slithered in search of my hidden jewel. 

Placing one knee on the couch/bed near my waist, the other foot firmly rooted to the wool rug, the Demigod rose in all his power and began to milk my inner jewel. Softly at first, with more of a stroking motion gesture, almost as if beckoning my orgasm. Reading my body, the Demigod changed tactics and, at the moment of rising climax, began to jerk his whole arm and, thus, fingers in a vigorous up-and-down gesticulation. My Inner Goddess seemed to outdo herself as the barrier restraining my nectar dissolved. I felt my warmth spread up my back despite the waterproof blanket and extremely thick plush of the comforter trying to absorb every drop it could. 

The Demigod paused as I gasped for breath from the terrifying magnitude of my orgasm before beckoning with his dominating fingers – nectar flooding the bedding and splashing our naked bodies. Time herself paused to watch the Demigod’s skill and devotion. Another pause, heavy breathing on my part. The Demigod switched sides, seamlessly sliding his right fingers directly onto my inner jewel. I bent my nails in my frenzied attempt to anchor my soul to my body as I seized fistfuls of fabric. 

The Demigod spoke, but still descending from my orgasmic journey, I could not distinguish the words. Slight panic rose in my Inner Goddess. What if he had given us a command, and we were slow to obey?! Would we be punished or the words repeated?!

My eyes shot open to discover the swelling head of the Demigod’s glory waiting just an inch or two from my lips. A single dribble of nectar glimmered at the narrow slit, threatening to run down the length of his prestigious bulge. My Inner Goddess needed no repeated instructions. Hungrily, my lips created a vacuum seal around the waiting glory. Mmm, the taste and tight strain of skin, not to mention the guttural growl issuing from deep in his chest, made my wings soar. 

The Demigod was definitely more substantial this time as I struggled to take every inch into the cocoon of my throat. I gathered the Demigod was far closer to his orgasm than usual. Knowing my small mouth was eager to worship, the Demigod’s finger dug into the roots of my sapphire curls, pressing my face closer to his loins while thrusting his hips into my face. Though the intensity of his barrage was mildly terrifying in its speed and depth, my Inner Goddess felt no actual fear. The Demigod’s force was more an effort for my pleasure than a sadistic need on his part. Not that wicked satisfaction did not gleam and flicker in his eyes. I understood I could be at ease, for my briefest sign of unwilling consent would bring the Demigod to an instant standstill and all play suspended until I felt safe. 

Not ready for his own release, the needy glory was reluctantly pulled away from my warm mouth and coated with a sleeve of protection. I was proud of my Inner Goddess. If we had been able to persuade the Demigod to orgasm, and our evening had concluded there with cuddling in the still-sopping mess of the comforter, I would have counted the evening a magnificent success for myself, my Inner Goddess and the Demigod. After the skill of his fingers, penetration was not a demand. However, I was thankfully not in control. 

Still prone in my puddle, the Demigod shifted, positioning his distended head just within the folds of my goddess. My knees were urged back and rested against my buxom chest. His mature hands rested just below both knee joints as his arms pillared against me to support his weight. My Inner Goddess gave a perceptible moan in greedy anticipation. Perhaps I had been wrong to assume her level of contentment for an early end to the evening. 

As the Demigod began to aggressively piston his hips, veins protruded and pulsed beneath the surface of his tanned skin. I marveled at our contrasting skin tones before losing touch with reality in my mushrooming rapture. The summer weeks had turned his skin a beautiful Caribbean tan. Meanwhile, my careful and vain sunscreen application had protected my skin from tanlines and remained nearly alabaster white. 

My eyes rolled back, and my long dark lashes flitted as my attention was diverted to my goddess, inner jewel, and gateway. Gods, the pain was exquisite. I twisted my arms from the inside of my thighs around the outside of my calves, digging my nails into the high arch of each petite foot. The placement caused my hips to rise from the wet linens allowing each volatile thrust to pierce my inner gateway. Despite my attempts to control and muffle my cries, the neighbors must have wondered if I was being tortured. 

“We’ve never had a firefighter,” My Inner Goddess teasingly mused between escalating orgasms. “The more, the merrier?” She teased. I did not, could not respond more than giving her the briefest eye-roll. We certainly did not need firefighters breaking down my door for my “rescue.” Situations like that only happened in the pages of sensual erotica. Really, my Inner Goddess could be quite a handful at times. 

The Demigod resumed his welcome torture, interrupting further conversation with my Inner Goddess. His rippling arms were now pillared on either side of me, powerful hands gripping my upper arms, just below my deltoids. His thumbs brushed the sides of my considerable breasts as they swayed at his lusty drive. The Demigod’s great hands tightened, and the weight of his upper body rested heavily on my arms until I briefly wondered if my bones might snap. Rather an arduous thought to consider when every pore of my body was shattering, reforming, and shattering again with every penetrating jolt. Ignoring the agony of my bones, I released my soul to the stars with a magnificent burst of pent-up energy and hunger.

Halfway through my euphoria, I experienced a sudden drop, the waves of my orgasm abruptly cut short. The Demigod had roughly withdrawn, grabbed my thighs, and forcibly flipped me onto my stomach. Fingernails dug into my hip bones as I was wenched onto all fours, my buttocks lifted higher than my head. All this in the space of a mere second! I was not given the mercy of catching my breath before his massive glory forced its way within me, breaching my inner gate. I cried out, my knuckles white as the comforter. 

“TAKE IT!!!” The Dom Demigod ordered. Heavens, it was all the encouragement my Inner Goddess needed as he launched my soul into the stratosphere with every savage lunge. 

My Inner Goddess was in her element. My hips were still in the air. My forehead pressed into the bolster of the couch/bed. I could feel her voluminous wings spread over me as if to shelter my head, the wingtips just touching, almost forming a soft triangle over me. My Inner Goddes felt exquisite and mighty despite the exertion glistening over my flesh and mussy damp curls. The vigor of the Demigod, the orientation of our bodies, and the explosive power of my orgasms were quickly becoming an addictive drug necessary for the survival of my Inner Goddess. 

The Demigod slowed his attack, his massive hands still on my waist. I lifted my face from the covers, fuzz sticking here and there as I gulped air. My throat was raw from my half-screaming, half-crying at the brutal intensity. Aware of their presence for the first time, I stretched my cramping fingers as the weight of the Demigod draped over my back. I dug my elbows into the cushion to support our mutual weight. His sharp teeth nipped my bruised ear as his hands imprisoned and unceremoniously pinched my nipples. 

“DON’T. MOVE,” he snarled, releasing my reddening ear and stepping away from the couch/bed.

I was instantly at war with my Inner Goddess. She wanted more: a fight, a battle, anything rough with this safe Dom. 

“Get up!!!” The fiery spirit of My Inner Goddess challenged me. “Run to the bedroom! Make him chase us! Jump over the bed, and don’t let him touch us!!!” 

My Inner Goddess sent a shower of images and possibilities into my brain. I blinked at her. I had barely taken two deep breaths, and I still could not feel my fingertips! Did I even have the stamina to rise from my position and defy the divine order? I was too late in my contemplation. The springs squeaked as they bore the weight of the returning Demigod.

“There’s still time!” Sputtered my Inner Goddess.

There was not. The great girth was already expanding my goddess, one hand resting on my lower back for support. 

“Get ready,” I whispered, curling my fingers into the fibers of the covers once more.

A whishing noise sliced through the air as the tendrils of the suede flogger raked across my naked flesh. Stinging heat rose from the tight skin of my back and sides of my breasts where the tips had wrapped around and flicked the exposed tissue. Instead of causing my body to tense in reaction, every muscle went limp in relaxation. Swish, flick, moaning relaxation. Whoosh, sting, softness melting the fibers of my body. I had experienced something similar with past floggings, but this time, the peace was palpable, and my heart nearly stilled at the repetitive thwacks attacking my form from the left and right. I loudly moaned when the Demigod delicately draped the flogger’s tails over my head and gradually trailed the tips down the ladder of my spine in a seductive dance. Next, the flogger was flipped on its end, and the Demigod used the handle to give me a few solid smacks on my rounded peaches. Knowing my hard limits with caning, the Demigod’s hits were not hard and were well within my boundaries but created a striking flip from the erotic charm of the dancing tips to the electrifying pain of the handle. 

I began rocking back and forth, impaling myself over and over on his tremendous glory, cuming almost instantly from the continued attention of the flogger. The toy dropped to the floor with a thud as a savage spanking was delivered by the unrelenting Demigod’s broad hand. Left, left, left cheek. Right cheek and back to the left. Smarting pain began to blossom as my skin reddened. I could not guess where his hand would land next, but I was a mindless slave to my Inner Goddess as she continued her relentless use of the Demigod’s body and glory. Fuelled by his authority and mastery, my body came in an unending chain of orgasm with no dip in between, just crest after higher crest of lust as the Demigod took back control of the cannonade and goaded my Inner Goddess, ordering her to “take it” and “get it.” 

With savage intent, the Demigod reached one hand forward, and grabbing from the roots, he gathered my sapphire hair in his palm and over-arched my head back. His vicious incursion redoubled, the force of our bodies drowning out the playlist floating throughout the small room. My scalp burned, and my neck curved back so painfully, and still, the Demigod pulled, using my hair as a handhold for his onslaught. 

“It’s too much!!” I shrieked to my Inner Goddess. “It’s too much! Tell him to slow down!”

“NEVER!” There was a mad gleam burning in my Inner Goddess’ eyes. “TAKE IT LIKE THE GOOD GIRL YOU ARE! TAKE IT AND BEG FOR MORE!!” 

I tried to protest, pain waxing throughout my body. My Inner Goddess ignored my suffering and drove my hips back into the Demigod’s advance, deepening the penetration and force of his compelling glory. My eyes smarted at the strain of my hair and tenderness growing in my goddess, tears forming at the corners. Still, my Inner Goddess matched him, move for move, as our bodies collided until I thought I might be split in two by the rampaging stallion behind me. 

Hours, days, maybe even years passed. My mind felt numb and euphoric. Not subspace, but something like a desert receiving first rain. Moisture softening, swelling, and filling the barren cracks in the soil. Who can say the time that transpired before the Demigod pulled back and roughly pushed me to the side of the couch/bed? Slightly bewildered, I looked back and up at him, wondering what his next orders would be. 

“My turn.” Grunted the Demigod, removing the slip of protection and laying back on the still-soaking fluff. 

I rose on all fours, one oak-like leg between my own, resting my moist and swollen goddess just above his knee as I knelt over his loins. My tongue quickly washed away the slight synthetic taste of protection from his bulging glory as I sucked and drooled over him. Feeling like she was still getting the better end of the deal, my Inner Goddess redoubled her efforts and concentration as I tightened my fingers, ringing the base of his widening glory. 

The Demigod began grunting but was not ready to cum just yet. His head tilted back, and the Demigod’s long arm instinctively reached between my legs until his fingers slipped within me in search of my inner jewel. My Inner Goddess was jubilant. The Demigod wanted me cuming as I devoured him. Happy to oblige, I shifted, giving his fingers the correct angle while maintaining an even rhythm with my lips. 

Even after an entire year, the knowledge and skill of this Demigod still astounds me. My nectar flowed down his hand, wrist, and forearm as I fought to return the favor groaning over his extended glory before thrusting him into the yawning depth of my throat. It became a battle for dominance – who could distract the other from giving and be compelled to focus on the receiving? I fought to take him ever deeper, a little disappointed with my limits yet in awe of his magnificence. 

With neither of us “winning,” I shifted my body between his muscular thighs and away from his searching fingertips. It was time for his pleasure. With alacrity and devotion, my Inner Goddess found a rhythm in harmony with the erotic music humming in the background. Laying on other side of my naked body, the Demigod’s thigh muscles began to tighten and bulge. His fingers no longer searched for my goddess but balled into fists. I moved tirelessly, alternating between swirling my tongue around his ridge and swallowing every inch with my lips tight as drool dripped and pooled at his base. 

A long groan emanated from his hairless, heaving chest as every muscle strained and grew rigid. I maintained my cadence but reinforced my lips, hardening the seal around his glory. I could taste him. I wanted him. Every. Single. Drop. With a shudder, his entire body jerked as his need burgeoned into my waiting throat. I did not stop at his feral growl until the Demigod was utterly drained, and exhausted fingertips gave the faintest tap on my sapphire curls. As I went, I slowly lapped the inches, releasing the Demigod and causing him to groan one last time. I reached for a cloth, dabbing the corners of my mouth before swaddling him in its comfort. 

My exhaustion suddenly caught up to me as my Inner Goddess reclined on her long chaise, her work completed. Feebly, I crawled up the intoxicating length of the Demigod to rest in my favorite place. My head on his shoulder, one leg resting over his while our fingers lazily trailed our weak, damp flesh. Tracing his tattoos, I contemplated our evening, marveling at the complexity and variation of peace I had simultaneously experienced while being flogged and pounded, and yet the rest and comfort I felt nestled in the Demigod’s embrace. 

“Are you hungry?” He murmured. 

Heavens, was I ever. The meager little dumplings I had scarfed hours earlier for sustenance had barely sated my hunger, but my stomach had been too anxious for more. Lounging on the cushions, we alternated between sipping an Inferno red wine and copious amounts of water until our two medium pizzas arrived. 

I chuckled as I watched the Demigod nearly inhale both pizzas, leaving the crusts like discarded bones of his enemies on the lid of each box. I was not surprised at the Demigod’s teenage-like appetite. After all, he had been equal to the task, being most vigorous and demanding in my requested manhandling. His hunger quenched, the Demigod stretched his long body the length of the couch/bed, his glass of wine held lightly in one hand. 

“Decadent.” The Demigod said with a sigh of contentment. “Laying here on fur, a beautiful woman, and wine. This feels decadent.”

I glowed brighter than the Moon Goddess herself at the acclamation, light emanating from every curve of my slight form. It was one of the sweetest compliments I had received all year. I had contented the striking Demigod and lightened his heart, helping him forget the strain of the world outside my door. I glowed until little lazuline flames danced over my feathery wings. 

Never dull or socially uncomfortable, our union does not seem to be growing stagnant and is wonderfully never entirely predictable. Perhaps one day, this virile Demigod will weary or grow apathetic of my company. Until that day arrives, my Inner Goddess counts down the days until she has the pleasure of his company once more. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie