October 2023 – Audio Version

After a long, mind-numbing day, I puttered about the house, setting this and that in order. The Demigod was due any moment. The puzzling thing was that while my Inner Goddess was elated, dancing on tiptoe in anticipation, the normal craving was tempered. Do not misunderstand. I still wanted to rip the clothes from his flesh and impale myself on his divine prominence. However, it appeared the usual desperation and sharp loneliness in my life was ebbing. But why? 

I had multiple lovers who sated my rapacious Inner Goddess, leaving her weak and gasping on her chaise. But in between their visits, the void within me remained and intensified until I wanted to pluck every sapphire strand from my crown in my despair for human touch, not to mention connection. Hmm, connection. I had given up on the idea of a bond nearly a year ago, resigning myself to the crazy hat lady driven by wanderlust. I searched my soul for the reason calm surrounded me like a favorite sweater, fairly confident I knew the answer deep in my heart. My hypervigilant mind and cautious heart were not yet ready to admit the cause and occasion for the healing change.   

The knock reverberated on my cranberry front door, breaking my reverie. My Inner Goddess gave a tremendous sigh of relief. My thoughts were taking a path my Inner Goddess was slightly uncomfortable pursuing, at least for the moment. 

The boyish grin on the Demigod’s face brightened as he swept the Stetson from his head. I smiled back. It truly was a delight to see him – for him and not in the blurred fog of craving and pretension that someone saw and loved me. 

Dropping his satchel to the floor, I swept my arms around his neck as I rose on tiptoes to reach his lips. Mmm, he was warm and smelled of a mystical arid desert. I moved closer. Growling, his arms opened and then closed around me as he bit my lip. I felt a growing pressure between us. I smiled wickedly. Either I was going to encourage his attention or momentarily divert it. 

“Dinner or fun first?” I quizzed, pulling back. The slightest hint of copper flavoring in my mouth. I was convinced I already knew the answer.

“Mmm… definitely you first!” He responded, spinning me around and slowly guiding us to my bed. 

His tall frame pressed against me as we walked, our bodies moving as one. Oddly, this time, my Inner Goddess was not in her usual bratty mindset. Content to seductively sashay my hips against his loins, my head arched back as one great hand wrapped around my throat with intentional pressure and the other explored one heavy breast, temporarily concealed beneath a midnight lounger, edged in matching lace. It was the perfect top for the evening, an enticing peek at the rise of my cleavage but with easy access for fondling. My Inner Goddess gave a smug grin in satisfaction as his hand continued to explore the well-known track of my petite frame. 

Once beside the bed, my tiny shorts and top seemed to evaporate, but his button-down took a little longer. No matter, undressing him only added to the excitement. The last button unfastened, he spread the sides of his shirt to slip it from his shoulders. I nearly choked on air at the reveal. Gods, his sculpted body demanded adoration, and I found my fingers were already stroking his broad chest in drooling appreciation. Tracing down his naval, my fingertips reached his belt and began to unfasten the loop. The self-satisfied look on my Inner Goddess’ face spread at the massive tenting of his sandy athletic shorts, then burst into sheer awe as his opulent splendor sprung free. 

I bent to my knees and immediately took him down my throat, well, at least as far as I could. In vain, my narrow throat strove to take every inch into the dark cocoon. My tongue and lips worked overtime to compensate. I took my time, adoring and worshipping. The Demigod unselfishly served those around him, pouring himself out, sometimes at the expense of his well-being. Tonight, I wanted the experience to be about him feeling wanted and pleasured. 

I worked and teased with my tongue, one hand wrapped around his girth, the other cupping and massaging his weighty jewels. The Demigod remained still, receiving, his head thrown back, hands resting softly on my shoulders. I doted on his swelling glory until the tell-tale sweetness of his pre-cum tantalized my tastebuds. With a final swirl, I drew back. There were more thrills to indulge in. 

Parting my legs for the Demigod, I noticed a flicker of the beast within him as his head lowered to my dripping slit. My Inner Goddess strapped in for what she knew would be an epic affair. Parting his lips, the Demigod began taking slow circles with the point of his tongue over and around my pearl. Not so much teasing as greeting my goddess with the affection of a knowledgeable lover. My body shivered, taking delectation in the slow seduction. Briefly, my curious mind noted the difference in my attitude. I was not begging him to begin, weeping for his attention and my promised orgasms. The near absence of desperation left me available to benefit and revel in the devotion being offered to my mushrooming pearl.

Proud of his foreplay, the Demigod’s movements became intent on producing my orgasms. Arms wrapped around my thighs, he spread my folds, exposing my pearl to the cool breeze of the rotating fan. My gasp at the contrast quickly switched to a cry and then a shriek. A talent unique to him, the Demigod had begun to flutter his tongue in time to a hummingbird’s wings over my pearl. I lost myself in the brilliant intensity, even holding his head in place as I burst lest he pull back too soon. Not that it had ever been my experience with the stalwart Demigod!

Switching things up, the great god added his thick fingers, slipping them through in search of my inner jewel. The Demigod had barely begun to curl his fingers over my inner treasure when my nectar flowed over his hand, soaking down to the unprotected sheets. Pickles. There went the sheets!

“Are you really surprised?!?” Panted my Inner Goddess between dips of my powerful orgasms. “We always wash the sheets. Can we pleease focus?!

To the abyss with the sheets! That is what washers were for. No longer absorbed with thoughts of laundry, I noted the Demigod was changing the game. On his knees beside me, he placed one substantial hand over my pubic bone, the left hand becoming a jackhammering blur. My body tried to defy gravity as my soul rose to the heavens, carried on an orgasmic cresting wave. I moaned through my clenched jaw. My eyes squeezed tight as the warmth of my nectar flecked our bodies. 

The illustrious Demigod had one more trick up his sleeve. His left fingers remained where they were on my inner jewel, and his right hand continued applying dominant pressure on my mound, but his lips changed everything. Bending over me, the Demigod took my saucy right nipple in his mouth. And then he sucked and nuzzled my breasts like his life depended on it. His fingers became a blur over my inner jewel. 

Each of my senses spiked and overloaded before bursting at this new attention. My Inner Goddess splintered into starlight, my body bucked and spasmed as I strained at the devastating power of my eruption. My mind fragmented, and I ceased to exist—the towel I had used to hush my screams was forgotten and flopped on the bed near my head. Let the world know the depth of my pleasure as I profusely soaked my bedsheets.

It was then that a new sensation, sudden and sharp, sliced through my consciousness. My lower back, just above my hipbone, gave a most distressing cry for attention. The pain continued but was not quite intense enough to fully disperse my orgasm. Until it was. No, no, no!! Had I sustained an injury cuming so acutely?! I frantically tapped the Demigod’s bulging biceps in a timeout request. 

Rather than just grinding to an abrupt halt, the Demigod slowed, releasing my nipple and then my goddess. One hand flew to my lower back while I pulled my knee to my chest. The pain instantly eased and disappeared. I tested my muscles by stretching my leg out and back in a few times. Other than a dull ache, I seemed to be in working order. Relief washed over me.

Shrugging, my Inner Goddess noted, “Even so, it would have been a cool story to share. Oh, I can’t walk. A Demigod broke my back!” She chortled at the idea. I rolled my eyes. A sex injury was certainly not on my naughty bucket list. 

“Wow, you okay?” The Demigod’s deep voice broke through my internal conversation. “I don’t think you’ve ever cum so hard!!”

My explanation of my back and momentary fright only made the Demigod’s smile broaden on his chiseled face. 

“Don’t be getting any ideas.” I cautioned. The Demigod did not respond but reached for a slip of foil.

The anxiety over my back faded as he filled and began to thunder into my body. Even the tenderness from my earlier orgasms melted away under the compelling demand of the Demigod’s hips. I lost all tethers to earth, cuming in an unending train of orgasms, barely conscious of the multiple transitions the Demigod moved my legs through. First on his shoulders! Bent back in Yoga’s Happy Baby! Then, ankles above my head!  I was his willing captive, swept away in the dynamic influence of his erotic, commanding body. 

Catching our breath, I responsively moaned as the Demigod’s lips sealed over my left earlobe, nips turning to bites on the soft tissue. I yelped and giggled, but he continued his painful teasing. I flipped through my memories. Had I divulged my love of this service, or was it something the Demigod enjoyed doing of his own volition? I caught my Inner Goddess glaring at me. Right, focus. The Demigod was taking a circuitous route, transitioning to my right ear, taking his time, kissing my throat and jawline. As his teeth bit down, one hand gripped my throat with growing compulsion. I inhaled, and my eyes rolled back at the gratifying pain and restriction of my windpipe. Though his covetous girth remained unmoving, I began to cum, contracting on his fierce length. 

“Goooood girl.” Came the resounding growl. 

Impossibly, I came even harder as my Inner Goddess registered his words. Fireworks burst behind my clenched eyelids while my body erupted with volcanic energy. Heavens, the things he did to me! Releasing me at just the right moment, I sucked in the oxygen necessary for reinflating my lungs. Grinning a stupid grin, the Demigod resumed his position, this time placing the flat of my feet on his carved pecs. The time for slow was over. With a furious pace, the Demigod thrust into me with blinding stamina. My abdomen scooped in, hips raised, my feet pushing back on his chest meant the angle of his ramming glory drove his ridge over my inner jewel with an impetus force. I cried and bent my nails into the bedsheets, trying to hold some shred of my existence on earth.  

Determined to squeeze every last orgasm from my tiny body, the Demigod manhandled my legs over his shoulders but to such a height that my entire back lifted from the surface of the bed. Only my shoulders and head remained to bear my weight. Eyes wide, I stared into his, marking the devilish gleam burning in his pupils.

“Ohhhhh, goddess!!!!” Shrieked my Inner Goddess in warning. Oh, gods indeed!! The Demigod exerted such potent strength that the tiny part of me, not rupturing in bliss, grew concerned I might be rocketed from the bed as my shoulders hung precariously over the edge of the mattress. Nonetheless, I had nothing to worry about. As always, the Demigod was most attentive, wrenching me back just when panic started to flicker in my hazel eyes. 

The jerking motion returned me to earth. The Demigod pulled free of my still throbbing and constricting slit, momentarily resting back on my plush white pillows. I think he was about to give a command, but I pounced on his erect glory before he could utter a word. Slipping the protection away, I resumed devouring the Demigod. He had given me so much; it was time for his enjoyment and release.  

My entire world focused on his great endowment. I reveled in knowing just how to lick and suck, just how to stroke to maximize his happy relief. My legs stretched behind me, but my Inner Goddess could not help bending one calf into the air, curling and uncurling my toes in contentment. Faster and faster, I worked his glory, marveling at the swelling fullness, and until, with a reverberating cry, the Demigod exploded. Sweet nectar coated my tongue, lips, and breasts and dribbled down my hands, still tightly wrapped but slowly eeking out the last of his essence. Full of pride and licking her lips, my Inner Goddess watched his heaving chest slow as he lay limp on the pillows. What a splendid evening it had been. 

Over a moderately well-baked salmon and sorry excuse for a steak, we chatted, sipping a deep Cabernet Sauvignon. Once more, the Demigod noted a perceptible change in my being. I grinned. 

“You seem happier, lighter.” He commented. “I don’t think I’ve seen you like this.”

It was impossible to hide my beaming face as I divulged my blossoming situation. The Demigod was happy for me. Truly, but there was an air of sorrow as our conversation continued. Like me, he had been so set on taking and living each day he wondered if perhaps he was missing out on something he did not think he wanted. 

“Everyone I know and am with is finding someone.” He confided. “Kinda makes me wonder and reconsider some things in my life.”

Unable to restrain my curiosity, I asked if he had entertained thoughts of going further into a relationship with any of his paramours. I tried to be delicate and roundabout in my questioning, unsure what answer I wanted to hear. Suddenly, my heart thumped loudly in my ears. It would be a lie to say I had not entertained the idea of a closer future with the Demigod, though I had never pursued any sort of foundation. His eyes grew distant as he slowly considered, at last shaking his head. With a sigh and slight nod, the Demigod smoothly changed the subject. I sensed the Demigod was on a soul-searching path and pressed no further.  

The shadows lengthened, and the Moon Goddess assumed her throne. With a parting, “It was lovely to see you. Thank you.” The Demigod stepped from my abode.

Leaning on the open doorframe, I paused, watching him saunter down the long flight of steps from my loft. His aura was a mixture of sated pleasure and thoughtful sadness. My heart ached for him and the loneliness his searching soul felt. Reaching the landing, he did not turn around, not that I necessarily expected him to do so. My heart sent a plea to the Moon Goddess. Imploring her that, just as she was spinning her silken threads of enchantment over me, she might spy the wandering soul the Demigod was longing for, weaving her magic to unite them. My prayer extended, I softly latched the door behind me, seeking the warm solace of my witch hazel bath.

Until next time, XO. Elsie