April 2023 – Audio Version

Elves or The First People are powerful, magical, and mysterious beings, and to meet an elf is a rare privilege. Mine was an unexpected and fortunate encounter: a chance invitation to dinner with close friends and their guest. For the occasion, I selected a new olive green, ruched satin cami dress, and when seated it displayed unexpectedly high thigh slit. I paired it with biscuit heels with a woven design. Arm in arm with my girlfriend, I felt confident as I walked to the table to join the waiting gentleman. I was grateful for the steadiness of my friend’s arm, for my steps faltered as I drew near to the waiting table. A gorgeous Elvish Knight sat at the table facing our approach.  

The Elf rose at our approach. He was unexpectedly tall, with a broad chest, and his dark aquamarine hair was pulled back in a low messy knot at the base of his neck. I tried to control my breathing as I rounded the table to the empty seat beside him. Then, with courtly grace, he pulled back my chair and sat me before returning to his seat. It took significant effort to keep my voice steady, remain calm and casual, and retain a firm grip on my Inner Goddess as she yelled, “Do you think he sees us?!? OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD! OH MY GAWD!” and contemplated all the ways to flirt with the handsome Knight. 

“GET A GRIP!” I ordered my Inner Goddess. “This isn’t high school; he probably has someone in his life.” My Inner Goddess squirmed at my reproach but continued to nudge me throughout the evening. Heaven, help me. I hope I looked more put together than I felt.  

The evening was a magnificent success. The food and conversation flowed, and we laughed and giggled until our sides ached. I knew I had been overwhelmed and emotional with work and homework. Yet, as the night progressed, my starved soul thrived on the sweet companionship of these three souls for three and a half hours. 

All too soon, our time drew to a close. In the parking garage, the Elvish Knight released me from a discreet goodbye hug, but a question flitted in his eyes as he pulled back. Heart pounding, Inner Goddess squealing in anticipation, I tilted my head in acquiescence. His lips brushed mine as he leaned down to kiss me, one, two, three gentle kisses. 

“He kissed us! He kissed us. He freaking kissed us!!!!!” My Inner Goddess was running circles around my brain, whooping and hollering at the top of her voice. I blushed and bit my lip as he straightened and smoothly requested my number. “DUH, YES!!!!!!!” My Inner Goddess responded. However, my actual voice failed to work, I couldn’t even offer a croak in response, and my head was swimming. Mutely, I nodded and handed him my phone. I watched as he strode to his car before entering mine and heading home. 

Halfway into my drive, my phone chirped a message from the Lordly Knight. He had a delightful evening and hoped to see me again. I grinned and responded similarly. Then, to my surprise, he inquired if I would be interested in a make-out session that night. My jaw fell into my lap. 

1. He wanted to make out with me!!!
2. HE WANTED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME?!?!
3. I knew my house was clean and ready for the week. There was no obstacle there. 
4. HE WANTED TO MAKE OUT WITH ME???
5. Umm, was this okay? Did I want that or perhaps another meeting first? I knew very little about this handsome stranger. Doubts and confusion started to filter in.

Roughly, my Inner Goddess grabbed my shoulders. “Stop. We are not living in fear! It’s a make-out session. A chance to feel things out for a possible next time and see if there is electricity.” 

Feels things out that felt safe. I could do a little couch “necking.” Maybe even some second-base action. 

Siri sent my response and address. Then, like a whirlwind, I flew through the front door. Simultaneously I unleashed my bra and slipped out of my heels. The Knight was only moments behind me. I dropped the AC temperature, raced to my room to hide my undergarments, and freshened as quickly as possible.

I’m sure my nervousness showed as I answered the door barefoot. The Elvish Knight looked so calm and collected as he greeted me and made a charming remark about my home. I turned on a background playlist as he freshened. Inexperienced with make-out session protocol, I was nervous and unsure what to do with myself. Did I sit on the couch? Maybe the edge of the coffee table. What to do with my hands? Perhaps, I should lounge seductively on the couch like a modern-day Cleopatra. Even my Inner Goddess rolled her eyes at the ridiculousness of that idea. Finally, I settled for standing in the middle of the living room, fidgeting with my fingers. Not my greatest move. 

Though my body was still…still-ish, I felt like a ding-dong. How did one even start a make-out session? What did one talk about? My mind rolled through my mental Rolodex of conversation starters. 

At last, he saved me from my self-torture and rejoined me in the living room. He was so much taller without my heels as he leaned down and smoothly, almost cautiously, kissed me. I grinned. I felt so tiny next to him as the kisses became more robust and assured. The Knight gathered my small frame to his chest. 

With the grace and agility of his people, he bent lower, tucked his arms under my knees, and lifted me. “Hmm, someone did a little reconnaissance.” He cocked an eyebrow and shrugged, causing me to chuckle in his arms as he carried me to my room. Gingerly he set me down just outside my narrow door to avoid hitting my head but quickly pulled me back into an embrace as he rested on the edge of my bed. 

My body curved into his as I wrapped my arms around him, releasing myself into his warm kisses. His strength increased as his jeans’ rough fabric pressed against my inner thigh’s tender skin. Soon I was encouraging him back to the softness of the bed as I scrambled on top of him, spreading my legs over his body. I leaned over his body, drinking in his mouth as my fingers brushed wisps of his long hair back from his face. 

Taking our time, we explored each other’s bodies with the expectation of a simple make-out session, allowing our time together to be slow and exploratory. I involuntarily moaned as his long elvish fingers pressed a little harder onto the curves of my neck. Then, encouraged, the Knight pressed his fingers deeper, massaging the tense muscles on either side of my neck. I reveled in his artful touch as my body rejoiced in the simple beauty of physical contact.

When his fingers found my zipper, I lost myself as he slowly unfastened my gown. My ample bosoms spilled from their silken confines directly above him and caused him to bury his face in their soft depth. He solicited yet another moan from me as his fingers continued to move over my body. Not so much massaging as tracing and exploring. First, the bare skin of my back, down over my still silk-covered hips, to my bare thighs, straddling his waist. 

“Lay on your back.” His words held more of a request than a command. 

As he rose behind me, I spread myself over my comforter’s softness, feeling his body’s warmth still clinging deep within the fibers of the bedspread. I made a rather undignified noise as he touched my shoulder blades and gently worked his way down my spine and over my body. Relief washed over me as he traced my skin, leaving me feeling glorious as his knuckles dug into the high arches of my feet. 

My hips instinctively rose as his fingertips drew near my thighs, beckoning him to explore our hidden curves. His lithe fingers answered my unspoken request and discovered the moist need of my goddess. The Elf began to stroke and called my need to the forefront of my mind. My Inner Goddess dug her nails into the comforter as he adjusted my hips high into the air and slipped his fingers inside my goddess while stroking my pearl. I did not even try and hold back as the waves of my orgasm crested, and I shuddered in response. 

“Well, that was delightful!” He chuckled behind me. I could only sigh and wiggle my hips in request. My face was still buried in the covers when I felt his tongue begin to lap my goddess with broad strokes. Sigggghh. He moved with fluid grace, with no hurry or demand in his touch. It was as if he enjoyed the experience and taste of my nectar. 

He maneuvered me onto my back with gentle pressure and pressed his fingertips deeper within me, causing my toes to curl. I tried not to beg for release as the Knight took his time exploring the exact location of my G-spot, scrutinizing my response as his fingers swirled. Satisfied at last, he placed a firm hand on my pelvis and began to move in earnest. Not the “jack-hammer” motion I was expecting, but his quick movements had an equally effective fluidity. 

My eyes opened wide at his adroitness and the nectar I could feel begging for liberation. I briefly reflected on my surprise. Although two years have passed since our last time together my body still clings to the memory and accustomed mediocre and lackluster sex I had experienced with my marital partner. I knew we had had serious life situations the last years we were together. Yet, I find myself continually blown away by the incredible skill of each new partner. I forgot how joyful and alive sex could be. 

My Inner Goddess tugged my consciousness back to the moment and the impending flood. “Wait!!!” I panicked. “I need a towel!” I was tired of restraining my orgasm and scrambled away from his touch as I reached for the side drawer and the waterproof towels.

Spreading the blanket down, I rose to my knees on the covers as he stood beside the bed. I realized he was still completely dressed. I smiled devilishly as I slipped my fingers under his shirt and lifted it over his head. Well, I made an attempt, but even on the bed, I was too petite to reach over his head. Dropping it to the floor, he reached for the button of his jeans, and they soon joined the discarded shirt on the floor. 

I barely had time to drink in his figure and the girth of his glory before he pressed me back with a kiss. His fingers quickly found my prize, and I arched in response. I didn’t hold back this time, and my pleasure rippled from my soul. I was one with my Inner Goddess, and life was exquisite. 

Why is the phrase “Good, girl” such an aphrodisiac? At the sound of his words, my orgasm escalated, and every nerve ignited as he brought me to one, two, and then three long, powerful orgasms. Finally, I collapsed in utter bliss. Breathing hard, I beckoned for him to join me on the bed and raised my head for the caress of his lips at his approach. 

At his request, I took my time and dragged my nails across his back, over his shoulders, and down his arms as he sprawled across my bed. While gently intentional with my touch, red lines began to appear across his back. My fingers couldn’t help seeking out the compressed nerves in his neck. Now it was his turn to moan as I pressed deeper into the firm muscles of his taut body. 

Raising himself onto an elbow, he pulled me under him, laying the weight of his body against my form. 

Drunk on the laughter of the evening, our movements were intoxicating, slow, and unfettered. I brushed a long strand of hair from his face and studied the sparkle in his arresting, crystal-blue eyes as he gazed down at me. “What was this insanely attractive man doing with me?” I mused.

His touch was remarkable and different. Strong and assured, he had proved to be a deliciously skillful lover, but while confident and assured, there was no domination in his movements. Instead, without hesitancy, his touches were cautious questions of consent as his hands explored, waiting for my eager response before proceeding. Not exactly the experience I expected from this towering Knight, yet, I reveled in his complex affection, and the beautiful art of intimacy with him was a cherished experience. 

I marveled and felt trusted when he shared his boundaries with certain moves and positions. Though he did not share details, my heart hurt for his past experiences. I felt a kinship for this warrior’s soul.  

The intimacy and our need grew as our bodies continued to flow together. I wanted more. I wanted to savor the masculine Elf in all his power and glory. I needed to feel him within me. To feel our souls join in the bonds of understanding. 

Breaking from our kiss, I inquired if he had protection. 

He chuckled ruefully. “No, I really had no idea my evening would end this way.”

“I do…” I hesitated, suddenly concerned I too forward. After all, he had said just a make-out session, and here I was asking for more. “Yet,” countered my Inner Goddess, “He is naked on top of you, and his girth has been pressing into you for the past 20 minutes.”

We untangled a bit. I reached for the foil as he straightened the towel beneath us. My Inner Goddess was wild with naughty glee. We were the kind of girls who had condoms on hand! Who would have ever guessed that would be the case?! 

I was so ready for him as he pressed the head of his glory between the lips of my goddess. Expecting a bit of an assault, I was caught off guard by his unhurried charm as he reveled in the slow glide of his entrance. There was ethereal artistry to his movements. It drove me crazy with desire yet, caused me to breathe and savor our time together. 

The gradual increase in pace created an erotic experience. Rather than being pounded into a mind-numbing orgasm (don’t get me wrong, I intensely crave those moments), I felt every nerve swell. The affair allowed me to fully immerse my mind in the experience as the Knight’s athletic form moved effortlessly between my legs.

I instinctively reached for the headboard for balance, my breath coming faster and faster. The Knight’s fullness stretched and flared my yearning, satisfying my most profound need. A masterful lover, he allowed my orgasms to bloom of their own accord, his movements steady and firm, his arms braced on either side of me. Heavens, did I come as I rode him.

As my body’s needs began to fill, the floodgates of my eyes began to weaken, and as I came down from my orgasm, they burst, and tears poured down as my chin trembled. The weight and stress of the past weeks refused to be held back any longer and flowed down my cheeks. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, whispering words of comfort and reassurance as his fingertips traced the lines down my cheeks. I felt embarrassed. This striking Elf knew nothing about me, and here I was, crying in the middle of our first encounter. The Knight placed his broad palm on my sternum with expert care and applied comforting pressure while guiding my hand to his chest. Time held it’s breath at the pulsing connection of our hearts meeting in a place of vulnerability and safety. His lips lovingly brushed my lips and cheeks as my breathing slowed. I clasped his face to mine and kissed him deeply in gratitude as my tears stilled.   

The moment untarnished, we spiraled together, our bodies once more moving in harmony. Between orgasms, the Knight shifted my legs to different positions, altering the intensity of my orgasms as his hard ridge brought me unutterable pleasure. My body surrendered to the magic of his presence. 

My breasts heaved as he withdrew his strength from my dripping goddess. The Elvish Knight remained to kneel between my trembling legs, stroking himself as he teased my goddess and pearl with the head of his glory. Slowly back and forth, his head pressed, his need grew, and his body tensed. Once more, his movements were deliberate, steadily building but with luxurious slowness. I basked in the feel and indulged in watching the allure of his body above me. 

His head thrown back and muscles swelling, he cried out. My Inner Goddess was elated as he rose above us, and the hot ropes of his pleasure coated our breasts. My hands traced his body as he trembled at the extent of his excursion before he leaned back and collapsed on his elbows, his right hand slowly caressing his relaxing glory as he rode the fading waves of his orgasm. 

I lay still for a moment on my pillows. My eyes closed in bliss. My Inner Goddess relaxed on her cushions, the intrinsic uniqueness of the experience washing over and through us, somehow healing little spaces in our heart.

I reached behind me for the cleaning towels I had tucked between the mattress and headboard. I handed one to the Knight and used a second on myself before rising to my knees on the bed. I paused and took a breath, a little lightheaded. 

“Lay back.” I breathed. 

“No, no. I’m good.” He countered, still leaning on his elbow. But the request was not for his benefit but selfishly for my needs. 

“Just lay back.” I insisted, motioning him down as I moved closer. 

A bit unsure, the Knight lay back against the comforter. I nestled close, resting my head on his chest, and languidly draped my right leg over his thigh with a sigh of contentment. 

“Ohhh…” A hint of surprise in his voice, but his body relaxed as his arms wrapped around me.

Despite myself, I started to tremble, an uncontrollable fear/energy release combination that sometimes overtakes my body, especially after a new connection. Unfazed, the Knight took my trembling hand and tenderly kissed each of my fingertips, pulling me tighter to his chest with the opposite arm. 

“You’re safe.” He whispered over and over as he turned and kissed my forehead. I focused on my breathing until the tremors subsided. Yet the Knight did not relax his hold over my body. Music tinkled through the room as our hearts slowed. My fingertips sleepily traced his body. 

“Thank you for this. For not kicking me right out of your bed.” He whispered. “You could have sent me on my way.” I pressed closer and wondered what intimate encounters this Elvish Knight must have experienced that did not finish in precious moments celebrating the afterglow. I yearn for the closeness of the afterglow almost as much as the act of intimacy itself. “No, thank you for staying,” I murmured.  

I wanted to give myself over to the dark curtains of sleep. I stirred. The Knight had a distressingly long drive ahead, and I offered my shower for his use. “Only if you’ll join me,” he challenged. It was my turn to pause in hesitation and do a quick internal reflection. I have a troubled history with partners and showers. The last thing I wanted tonight with this beautiful stranger was a panic attack. My body was reassured, and feeling secure; I joined him.

It was a quick shower, a bit of soap over our bodies, and shared back scrubs. I teased the Elf about the temperature of the water and inquired if he always took icy showers. He has such a musical laugh, and joining in was so easy. He stepped out,  but I remained a few extra moments, tiling my chin to the ceiling and allowing the now lava water to pour down the length of my body. Steam swirled and danced around me. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, I turned the faucet off. I parted the shower curtain and reached for my towel. 

“Tsk, tsk.” He slipped the towel from my fingers and deftly dried my body with unassuming finesse. I was baffled. It was midnight. Shouldn’t he race to get out the door and begin his 2-hour drive home? Why was he taking the time for this new unhurried intimacy? 

I could not help but ask, “Why are you doing this?” 

“Because you deserve this and more.” He stated firmly. I kept my lips sealed, not allowing all the arguments and rationalization to spill from my lips, but I continued to marvel at him.

He was silly and funny, causing me to bubble with laughter as he dressed and gathered his things. His aquamarine hair shimmered in the lamplight as he undid his long locks and collected the wisps that had come loose before bundling it back into a knot in the nape of his neck. He moved behind me, pulling me once more into the curvature of his body. I melted into him, delighting in my petiteness and the tightness of his arms. My Inner Goddess let out an audible moan as I pressed my head against his chest. 

Deftly, his long arms slid down my body, flicking under the hem of the short midnight negligee. Carefully, bit by bit, he swirled my pearl, already aroused from the recent memory of his naked body in my shower. The image of the water droplets trickling down his back and over his firm buttocks, his nimble hands spreading soapy bubbles across my skin, was firmly implanted in my mind and saved for replay on lonely nights. My Inner Goddess needed no coaxing, and I came once more as the Knight’s fingers eased between my goddess as his thumb swirled my pearl. I came with shuddering rapture in his arms. 

“You’ll never make it home if you don’t go now!” I both warned and admonished. My heart was still racing.

“I’ll let you know when I’m in town again?” He asked but stopped himself. “No, I’m going to text you tomorrow.” He finished. 

“I would like that.” I beamed, and with a final kiss, he was off. 

True to his word, he texted me the next morning and continued off and on throughout the day. My Inner Goddess was euphoric. 

And so begins a possible dalliance with the striking Elvish Knight. 

Until next time, XO – Elsie