November 2024 – Audio Version

Like microneedles, the buzzcut straw of the welcome mat pierced the tender flesh of my bare feet as my knuckles hesitated before the honey oak door. The pain was a welcome distraction as my stomach flip-flopped within. The Fall breeze teased my short hem as if angling for a curious peak at my missing delicates. I sighed and shivered as it whispered over my moistening thighs, and still, I wavered. Shuffling my weight only made the scarlet cotton of my plunging neckline grind over my straining nipples. I nibbled my bottom lip as I fought for courage. 

Three months. It had been three long months since he had invited me to his bed. The record summer heat had been torture for us both. Sure, we had seen each other–laughing and catching up over brunch or hiking in the greenbelt. This was all well and good. His company was always a balm to my soul, his friendship an irreplaceable treasure, but selfishly, I craved…more. I missed the raw brawn of him, the unrestrained might he wielded for my pleasure. My knees wavered as the simmering memory of his Adonis Belt pinning me to the bed sent a shiver down my ramrod spine. 

I knocked, softer than I intended, and gulped a shaky breath as I twirled my matching ruby Converse in my left hand. Exhaling slowly, I promised my restless Inner Goddess that if the sensual tides had shifted, the communion of golden friendship would be a gift on such a pristine Fall afternoon. Another breath. Had my knock been too sedate?

“He told you to be ready,” my Inner Goddess purred, her voice rich and velvety. “That your clothes would not remain on once you crossed the threshold.” But the fidgeting twist of her fingers betrayed an undercurrent of hopeful apprehension.

“I know!” My voice tinged with a bit more sharpness than I intended. How many doorsteps found me barefoot, clad only in a trim little summer number devoid of all delicate vestiges–without even the lint of earrings to catch the sun? The wind giggled, teasing my hem as if begging for another peek. It seemed bewitched by my nearly scandalous appearance on his abandoned porch.

Heavy footsteps followed, accompanied by the soft clack of nails on the worn maple floors, heralding the opening of the door. Bradley appeared first, his tail wagging furiously, golden head nuzzling my thighs in search of affection and praise. I could not help but notice the extra white dusting his muzzle and cradled his head a bit tighter. Truly the best of boys, he had a way of weaving himself into every heart. I already mourned the inevitable hole his absence would leave in so many lives.

Though I appeared entirely absorbed in lavishing affection on a very good boy, my Inner Goddess was acutely attuned to the fully nude looming god standing patiently nearby as I ‘paid the toll.’ Through lowered lashes, I stole a glimpse—he was nearly at full mast, and at close to ten inches, the Dom’s magnificent length preceded him like a herald. My Inner Goddess nearly choked on her sharp gasp. Impossible. Had he gotten bigger in the last three months? Seeking refuge from their own betraying shake. My trembling fingers delved further into Bradley’s golden fur, his warmth a sanctuary as his tongue traced a tender path along my bare arm,

The Dom took the decision of how to proceed completely out of my hands. Intervening between his dog and my giddy form, he scooped me into his arms, claiming my lips in a forceful kiss. Instantly, I felt heady and delicate, as if my very bones had turned to paper. My legs wrapped around his taut waist, my arms crossing behind his neck, palms pressing the back of his head to deepen our embrace. I melted into him, feeling the familiar fire of his body consume me. Impudently, my tongue sought entrance, and his lips acquiesced immediately, a growl vibrating against my bosom.

“Ready?” That was all he said. 

Squeezing his torse between my thighs, ankles locked around his lower back, I could only nod dumbly, breathless from our heated exchange. Sure, steady steps carried us towards his waiting bed, already covered with the waterproof coverlet I had made specifically for him. My Inner Goddess giggled at the sight—her milky wings unfurling, poised in anticipation.

As if I were a slumbering infant, the Demigod gently laid me upon the bed. So, this was it. Magnificent! Chosen to break his three-month sabbatical, I was delighted to follow his lead. As it was, I knew all too well the ache of absent intimacy. Did his soul crave stringent domination? Was his mind begging me to take control and claim him? Did his body long for the slow, sensual caress of a lazy afternoon? Feathers quivering, my Inner Goddess stood poised, confident in her skill and ability, ready for his simplest whim. 

I beamed as Nostalgia whispered with quiet pride, celebrating how far we had journeyed, the strength we had forged, and the transformation two and a half years had wrought—all born of unexpected love and unwavering support. I was no longer the fractured girl, yearning for the faintest touch, the most fleeting connection, or the unreciprocated tenderness of another. Well, perhaps not necessarily tenderness from the Demigod. Memories of painful domination waltzed through my mind, intricately entwined with the solace of his arms encircling me as I wept, my emotions cascading like the torrents of Niagara Falls. Now, here I lay—receptive and willing to submit or take control, whatever his need necessitated. A surge of warmth spread through me at the thought, the vigor of his presence enough to make me burn with lust.

His thick hands massaged my bare calves, working their way up the outside of my silky thighs. But finding no satin to cling to at my hips, the hands retreated a few inches. Fingertips, nails grazing my skin, left long red trails that made my breath hitch. Slowly, they traced the path of the wind, lifting my hem with expert curiosity. I shifted my hips in smug satisfaction as the Dom revealed my secret brazenness to the swirling fan above. 

I could not tell if the rumbling thunder was a chuckle or a growl as he moved into position. Sensing the casual sensuality radiating from the now kneeling Demigod, I allowed myself to melt into the sweet embrace of his bed. This was not submitting to rigid control, demanding compliance. No, this was the raw, tangible seduction between a man and a woman—bodies and magic reacquainting themselves with the velvet intimacy of surrender.

Indulgent lips whispered, crooned, and adored my bare flesh, coaxing my fingers to curl reflexively, bunching the fabric at either side of my head. Familiar with this dance, my eyes fluttered closed as my body softened beneath his wandering exploration. Languid laps of his thick tongue worshiped the sacred curtains of my sanctuary. My Inner Goddess went limp at the succulent spoiling while tendrils of pleasure spiraled around my thighs like slender vines, bands of anticipation creeping northward across the plains of my abdomen. The mountains of my breasts heaved as my breath quickened.

I was awestruck at my growing enjoyment of his attention. Did I actually want his poised tongue to stop teasing and finally get to the heart of it? My hips arched, silently begging for his fervent adoration. No—we craved this, every moment of it until every breath was stolen from my lungs. The past three years had seen my delicate heart courted by some of the greatest gods and goddesses this earth had ever known. My Inner Goddess curled her lips in a knowing grin, a sudden realization dawning upon me. Could it be that my ambivalence was yielding, undone beneath the weight of such ineffable wooing? The tremble in my curled toes and the cry that escaped my lips as his tongue found its mark seemed to quiet every lingering doubt that had ever dared to haunt my Inner Goddess.

A warning bell flashed. The Dom was good… too good. The floodgates of my internal fountain began to stir, the rush threatening to spill over my carefully guarded defenses. A recent conversation revealed that some men take pride in drawing forth a woman’s essence with nothing but their oral prowess. Heaven help me—I was so close. I bit my bottom lip until the taste of copper filled my mouth. I had never given my body permission, always fearing rejection from a lover. Pausing in the moment for a conversation seemed a risky move. Did I dare relent? No. What if the Dom was of the opposite persuasion? Gods, but then his two fingers slipped inside, coaxing the nectar he knew was welled deep within me as his tongue danced over my ripe pearl. No! That wasn’t fair. I could not risk drowning my Adonis before I had fully experienced his magnificence!

I girded my defenses, channeling the overwhelming flood of orgasmic emotions through my vocal cords. My body writhed, scrambling backward as if to escape the Demigod’s relentless clutches. His answering growl vibrated through every fiber of my being, sending a shiver through the thousands of responsive nerves in my body. Already held tightly in his vicelike left arm, the Demigod sank his nails deep into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. The sharp bite of pain only fueled the fury of my need, my back arching as compulsion possessed me, consuming every inch of my physical form. My Inner Goddess soared, catapulted into the stratosphere, her wings lifting her above the wispy Fall clouds to bask in the full golden sunlight of a glorious afternoon. 

It was sublime!

Spreadeagled upon his bed, I lay limp and unresisting, my body yielding to the oppressive weight of passion, each breath a reverent surrender to the stillness that enveloped me. My eyelids fluttered closed, unwilling to open, yet I could feel his smug smirk radiating down on me as the Demigod moved to settle beside me. His lips fell like flower petals over my trembling body, a teasing promise of what was to come. Life surged through me, swelling my veins as adrenaline and dopamine flooded my system. And to think, the talented Demigod had shown me only the slightest taste of the pleasures my body knew he was capable of. My Inner Goddess squiggled, barely sated by the symphony orchestrated by his full lips.

The flat of one massive palm pinned the bone of my apex to the bed as the fingers of the Demigod’s left glided inward with purpose. He knew exactly what he was seeking. The “come hither” motion sang a siren’s melody to my already crumbling defenses. He held back, refusing to intensify the motion, maintaining his milking gesture, ensuring every fiber of my being bowed to his whim. My body was not yet ready; the mewling whimper from my ruby lips was a poor protest against his iron will.

Growling in mock irritation, I shifted, tilting my head back, my shoulders squirming, and my back bowing in sweet supplication. I yearned for release now that his head loomed above me. Slick with my need, his thick fingers glided like rich silk, tracing the path to my surrender. My absent mind marveled at how my lovers made me feel like Cleopatra—radiant, unstoppable, worthy of admiration, and glorious beyond measure. True or not, the euphoria of their caresses, the patience they held for my pleasure, soothed the cracks in my soul and filled the spaces in my heart they had never broken.

Lost in the intoxicating embrace of the present, the tears that Nostalgia threatened to summon could not find their way to my eyes. The memory of who I once was—fragile, desperate—intertwined with the strength I now possessed. No, this was not a moment for weakness. My Inner Goddess, aflame with desire, yearned to revel in all I had become and all I was poised to become at the hands of the Demigod.

The Dom chose that precise moment to plunge the breadth of his hand, straining to reach the deepest well of my climax. Undone, my nectar gushed, splashing wildly—uninhibited at last. I screamed, losing myself to the welcome fire that coursed through me. A fleeting part of my mind noted the unusual technique that had coaxed my flood. The Demigod did not rely on the usual jackhammering—though there was a hint of that—but instead wove his ministration with a vigorous, almost hypnotic pulling, a supple, seductive motion. It was unorthodox yet completely disarming. My Inner Goddess, spellbound and consumed, could do nothing but yield to the burning sensation.

My once shy flood showed no signs of abating. Bemused, the brilliant Demigod managed to maintain his connection, cleverly switching hands as he maneuvered to my right side. My Inner Goddess shrieked with the glee of a fan girl at his ambidextrous prowess while a tiny, remote part of me worried about the state of his poor wrist. My deluge seeped over the waterproof blanket, reaching the nape of my neck, and my Inner Goddess smothered any concern for the maple floorboards I was sure to be ruining with my tidal wave. 

I barely registered the faint sound of tearing foil as the blood roared in my ears, my body lost in a stupor of heavenly intoxication. My legs spasmed, wild and untamed. Mercy, I must have looked a fright—a foundering fish, helpless and undone. Gods of Olympus… I. Had. Missed. Him.

I felt the heat radiating from his body as the Demigod prowled up mine, his movements slow and deliberate. He barely paused, placing a lingering kiss on my breastbone, then moving upward, his aristocratic nose grazing my throat as he gently nudged my head to the side. A soft whimper escaped my slightly parted lips, my Inner Goddess surrendering to his divine, commanding presence as the feral god positioned his granite at the gate of my pulsing garden. Wrapping my arms around his broad torso, I pulled him onto me as I slid south, impaling myself on his girthy length with a cry of victory. Finally, the object of my lust was cocooned within my holy sanctum. 

Our mutual throbbing drove my Inner Goddess into a frenzy as the Demigod held himself still, allowing my petite form to mold to his staggering might. My arms tightened, nails biting into his flesh, silently ordering him to do his worst. Time had shown me capable of his sweet torment, and my body ached for the pain of his blessing.

Acquiescing—or perhaps, simply taking control—the Demigod withdrew a few inches before plunging deeper, ramming his steel within me, pushing beyond my comfort with such force. The Dom repeated the assault, his invasion limited only by the sheer fact that our mortal bodies were already pressed together as tightly as humanly possible. And still, the Demigod strove, leaving me breathless.

He repeated the motion, slowly retreating only to slam back into me, each movement punctuated by the resonant sound of our connection. On the third thrust, my mind shattered, and my body responded, a rush of sweetness flooding as if it were the first time. Had his substantial weight not been firmly on top of me, his girth pinning me in place from within, and his dominant presence anchoring me in place, the intensity of those waves might have consumed my mortal form in pure rapture My body fractured with the growing fury of my orgasm. 

Seconds morphed into minutes—or perhaps time itself had ceased to exist. All that mattered to my Inner Goddess was the driving bombardment, catapulting us ever higher toward ecstasy. When the Demigod finally slowed, he was barely winded, his flawless body gleaming with only the faintest sheen of exertion. Sitting back on his heels, he surveyed my splayed form with an immoral smirk, well-pleased with my soggy dissemination. Had I the strength to move of my own volition, I might have curled into a contented ball, like a woodland hedgehog, grinning in sheer happiness as if I held a salacious secret.

“Alright.” He growled, the sound low and primal. “It’s time to watch you ride me.”

Game on! Possessed by my Inner Goddess, her majestic wings unfurled within me, for surely, I had little strength of my own. Grateful for her presence, the Dom and I traded places. The burn in my inner thighs flared as they struggled to part enough to accommodate the Demigod’s broad hips. My nails bit into his swollen chest, each pressing a silent plea as I lowered myself onto his monolith, fighting the urge to cry out in pure delight. He invaded and stretched me, filled me—Gods, it had been so long!

I knew it was my turn to work my magic, but for the longest time, I remained unmoving, savoring the flood of sensations and emotions all vying for supremacy. Chin tilted toward the ceiling, the whispering fan caressed my flushed cheeks and teased the soft curve of my lashes. My sapphire curls cascaded past my shoulders, caressing and tickling my oversensitive skin. 

Between my shoulder blades, I felt the subtle hum of connection to my wings–outstretched and waiting, poised at the ready, to lift me into the heavens. My thighs felt young and strong, coiled with unspent energy eager to piston. Bent backward, my calves compressed the Demigod’s hips, the flex of his muscles grounding me as I rested. My toes danced with the flames of my desire, curling and uncurling. If only the Demigod could witness the internal inferno boiling just below the casing of my skin. The constriction in my breath, my heart racing, yet my pulse steady, muscles taut but relaxed in an effortless bliss. How intoxicating it was to be a woman! I soaked in the moment, reveling in my feminine majesty with unashamed pride.

The Demigod patiently waited, his hands resting on my spread hips, his thumb lightly caressing my skin—just enough to send ripples of delirium through my every nerve. Eyes still shuttered, I longed to know his thoughts. Was my face a mask of inscrutable calm as I sat motionless, or did he, too, share in my wonder at the pure joy of being alive? Was he caught in the same transcendent tide? His muscles, taut with anticipation, flexed beneath me, his body begging for more. I wanted to believe that he, too, was lost in the divine with me, feeling the same heat, the same magnetic pull. 

Spurred to move at last by my Inner Goddess, I rose slowly, savoring every second. It had been far too long to rush something like this. A Demigod such as him was meant to be savored… every inch, every breath, every touch. I groaned softly, my head tipping back to feel the air tease my heated skin. My ears caught the familiar strain of Alannah Myles’ “Black Velvet,” and my body rocked in time with the music, each movement a rhythm I could not resist. 

I held him like a vice, my body stretching around his thickness, savoring the burn of him filling me. The agonizingly slow pace made every inch of his bulbous crown ignite each nerve, turning my need into an unquenchable inferno. Oh gods, his crown stroked my susceptible inner jewel, already aching from his earlier attentions. Hovering above him, I worked him back and forth, teasing and thrilling my internal jewel. At last, like a phoenix, I rose from the ashes. A tide of searing fire surged within me, encasing my Inner Goddess in its molten embrace. I spiraled as the dazzling eruption of orgasmic light sought to transform me. It was as if the very air around me shimmered with the magic of my rebirth. My Inner Goddess unfurled like a rare flower, kissed by the sun’s first light–majestic, untamed, and full of radiant wonder.

My hips were a blur, and nectar ran down his hips in glistening rivulets. In my fogged, fevered haze, I saw nothing, yet felt everything, and that everything roared for more! Manic and blind to all else, I rode the Demigod as if possessed by the very rhythm of the cosmos, never even pausing to catch our reflection in the wardrobe mirrors. Desperate, I chased that elusive high, fingers outstretched like a phoenix lost in her very own metamorphosis. Soaked beyond reason, the nectar pouring from me pooled in a mortifying lake beneath his hips and my knees.

A single flicker of awareness whispered an apology for the mess I had created. Yet, fueled by a fire that demanded no apologies, my Inner Goddess flared to life, infuriated by the thought of yielding to any shame. With one commanding motion, she tilted me backward, forcing my body to hover over his thighs as I continued to grind for my own bliss. There was no end to this delirious, climactic journey—just wave after wave of release, endless and consuming.

Beneath me, the Demigod moved with fluid mastery, at times yielding, at others guiding, as if we were partners in an ancient dance. My Inner Goddess lept forward, urged onward by the vision of his hands casually resting behind his head, a mischievous grin playing on his lips as though daring me to claim him as my instrument of desire. Though he appeared at ease, the devious god would, with an unexpected shift, thrust his hips upward, his body rippling beneath me, the sharp lines of his Adonis Belt cutting through the air like a sculptor’s chisel. 

Unprepared for his unpredictable adjustments, a guttural cry tore from my throat, a primal force propelling me into yet another wave of euphoria. Then, his hands—strong, insistent—locked onto my pistoning hips, pulling me higher, urging me deeper. His nails, sharp as daggers, sank into my skin, the crimson streaks blending with the fire that consumed us both, entwining us in a symphony of raw, unrelenting inferno.

Compelled by the hoarseness of my throat, the hyperventilating gasps of my lungs, and the trembling of my knees threatening to buckle beneath me, I poured myself forward, collapsing against the Demigod’s broad chest. Subconsciously, my fingers instinctively curled around the cool wrought iron of the headboard, my weight draping over my outstretched arms, every movement adding to the electrifying tension between us. Unintentionally, the position forced my ample bosom to hover tantalizingly over the Demigod’s face.

Not one to miss a golden opportunity, the Demigod tilted his head, lips keening for my pert tip. A warm, deft tongue circled the hardening nipple, and a soft whimper escaped my lips. My body arched toward him, nearly smothering the Dom with the weight of my decolletage. Oops! I lifted a wee bit, just enough to grant him a breath of air. My Inner Goddess grinned devilishly, not a bit apologetic.

As his lips sealed around my eager mound, his left hand roamed, massaging, pinching, coaxing the opposite breast into delicious submission. His right hand cradled the breast from which he feasted. My eyes fluttered shut as succulent waves of pleasure crashed, a tempest that merged with the eternal flames still ravaging my body.

And then it happened. Stillness reigned for a breath, then the Demigod’s lips parted, and, with the lightest touch, his tongue danced over the delicate bud of my breast like a hummingbird’s wings brushing against the skin. A wall of unimaginable sensations crashed over me, a tidal wave of pleasure so fierce I screamed at the impact. All from just the ambition of his oral reverence! My body buckled beneath the weight of it all. My muscles contracted and clenched, and I felt myself splintering apart, each pulse of sensation spilling over, flooding the space beneath us and adding to the lake beneath him.

Shocked, I tried to pull away, to apologize for the unrelenting flood and for the sheets soaking beneath me, but the Demigod defiantly shook his head, his resolve as firm as ever. He turned to the other breast, the wicked fluttering of his calamitous tongue sending me into another wave of frenzy without the aid of his pernicious hips and staunch glory. Once more, a river rushed from me, cascading with every touch. The Demigod did not relent, not until I was a quivering masterpiece above him, my skin glistening with sweat, my curls clinging to my damp neck, every inch of me awash in the effort and the sweet nectar of his unyielding devotion.

The rumble of masculine laughter vibrated against my cheek. My head limp on his broad chest. Oh, that’s how it was? My Inner Goddess accepted his mirth as a challenge. With a sly grin, I slipped my hand between my trembling thighs, guiding his granite obelisk back into place within my sanctuary. I scarcely waited for him to settle before claiming his body once more, this time moving with deliberate intention. Each rise and fall of my body was slower now, savoring the shift in tempo as I sought to bring him pleasure.

On an upward glide, my gaze caught our reflection in the mirror, and my breath hitched. The sight was nothing short of transcendent. His raw, virile form—skin stretched taut over powerful, straining muscles—was in perfect harmony with the soft, milking curves of my contrasting femininity. Together, we were a masterpiece of entwined energy and passion. My eyes lingered, tracing every line and curve, etching the image into my memory to preserve the magnificence of this union, knowing it would fuel my Inner Goddess in the uncertain days to come.

A feral growl tore through my reverie, and suddenly, I was airborne, landing with a soft bounce on the bed. Chagrin and embarrassment colored my cheeks as the magnitude of my self-made lake became absurdly evident. In all my three years of unbridled freedom, I had never created such a spectacle. My Inner Goddess reveled in the chaos, undulating like Aphrodite herself, basking in the glory of her unleashed power.   

“We have not yet scratched the surface of what you are capable of,” she purred, her voice weaving a promise, a command, and a prophecy. 

I bit my lip, caught between a flicker of hope and a whisper of confusion. Our leatherbound journal was already brimming with salacious exploits and daring escapades. What gods were left to conquer? What forbidden experiences still waited to be chased?

My Inner Goddess quieted my musings with a teasing shh, her manicured finger trailing from the tip of her nose to the curve of her Cupid’s Bow lips. Mischief glimmered in her eyes—a spark of daring, an unspoken invitation. For the first time, I was willing to lean in, itching to embrace her audacity.

Let the trouble come. I would show the timid, fearful woman I once was that we were now a Queen, born to reign and worthy of reverence. If my Inner Goddess sought to push my boundaries, so be it. Bring it on.

Awash in these thoughts, my body still burned, legs trembling and spasming as the Demigod perched astride my hips, flaunting his sculpted form towering above me, a masterpiece of untamed masculinity. Gods, his girth extended beyond the grasp of his corded fist, tempting my lips with an unspoken plea. Arching my back, pinned beneath his weight, my tongue swirled around his crown, teasing and tasting.

The memory of his glorious, devastating power jolted through me. The simple, visceral reminder ignited another flood, adding to the shimmering lake beneath me. Spurred by my shudders, the Demigod gripped his magnificence with a furious intensity that left me spellbound.

Languidly, I let my tongue loll over each breast, teasing the peaks to attention, my ruby nails pinching one nipple and drawing it heavenward. My gaze locked on him, hypnotized as cobalt veins swelled beneath bronze skin, his body taut and trembling with restrained might. His ripped muscles looked ready to shred. A deep scarlet flush overtook him, and the air seemed to hum with the sheer force of his impending release. 

My moan was low and deliberate, an offering to the God of Desire himself. Then, with an almost primal roar, he erupted, sending streams of molten passion in breathtaking arcs. Ropes of his essence burst in a spectacular Olympic distance, droplets shooting over my head, the footboard and landing on the maple floor and desk beyond. Final beads marked my breasts, each one marking this moment as unforgettable.

GOOD GAWD. My Inner Goddess jaw dropped in wide-eyed astonishment. Breathless and alight with lingering sparks, I silently vowed to never again let the Demigod’s insatiable hunger go unanswered. If fate allowed, I would gladly rise to meet his thirst, a muse for his unyielding fire—if only for fleeting moments like these.

At last, curled into his chest, we lay intertwined, limbs soft and drenched in the aftermath of our shared heat. Despite the languid comfort, my legs betrayed me, still trembling, the residual tremors only adding to the ache affecting my pearl. I knawed my bottom lip, the pull of temptation stronger than ever, as my thoughts tumbled. How daring could I be? Should I risk exposing the depths of what I craved?

A quiet sigh escaped me, conceding to my Inner Goddess’ inarguable points. After all this time—two and a half years, through all my struggles and triumphs—the Demigod had never once spurned my presence. What kind of woman would I be if I did not honor the pull of my own desire, especially now, with him resting so close beside me?

Silently, I slid off his chest, taking his limp hand with me. I guided his rough fingertips to the soft curve of my pearl. Sensing my desperate need, his finger began to swirl around the moist jewel. In an instant, I shattered, my body arching, fingers nearly breaking as I clung to the bed with white-knuckled intensity. I screamed, breathless, trembling as if my soul were escaping its mortal bonds. I cried until there was no more breath in my lungs. With each explosion, my hunger only grew fiercer than before. Slowly, his great swirling fingers turned into a tender caress, allowing the intensity to soften, letting my storm finally wane.

“Wow,” the Demigod chuckled, a bemused smile playing on his lips. “I’ve never seen you like this before!”

It was my Inner Goddess’ turn to return the smug smile, a knowing curve of her lips that spoke of secrets untold and promises whispered in the dark. Though I had not intended for the affair to be solely about my pleasure, I found myself, unsated yet radiant, proud for daring to ask for what I so deeply desired. Golden light bathed us, and my snowy wings curled protectively around our entwined forms. We lay together, words flowing softly between us, catching up as our hearts—well, my heart—finally found its proper rhythm. Heaven help me, I missed him. It had been nothing short of a sacred experience.

As the afterglow settled over me, I dressed with a deep, satisfied sigh. I felt infused with gratitude flowing in every breath. I beamed at the sheer bliss of being alive, of being me, in this perfect, unrestrained moment. My Inner Goddess watched, nibbling her bottom lip, as the Demigod buttoned his starched shirt. The memory of his touch lingered, a tantalizing promise that danced in my thoughts. I longed to return, to feel the heat of his hands, the intensity of our connection once more. I craved to drown once more in the fire we had ignited. One thing was certain: I would not permit three months to slip by again before I had the sensual honor of his company.

My Inner Goddess, however, had tasted heaven—a mere mortal once more savoring the sweet taste of Olympic ambrosia—and now, she hungered for more. My thoughts turned to my Consort, yearning for him pulsing just beneath the surface of my heart. Gods…my Consort was in for an unforgettable storm. I pondered whether I should offer a warning of my lingering lust ahead of my imminent arrival.

“Mmm… let’s not,” my Inner Goddess purred with mischievous delight, twirling her raven-black boa as we danced down the stone steps to our waiting vehicle. “Let us see if our Consort can endure the tempest we shall bring!”

Until next time, XO. Elsie