July 2024 – Audio Version

Was the lump in my throat visible? I dearly hoped the mass nearly constricting my airway was not observable to the three figures occupying the bower. My fingertips trembled faintly as I sat cross-legged on the edge of the downturned bed. I inhaled, feeling the familiar tug-of-war of anticipation, the excited flutter in my chest, and downright nervousness. There was a second knot in my stomach that threatened to unravel me. I breathed again, fearing any sign of my inner turmoil might be exposed.

Seated in the opposite corner, I observed the Jinn Queen. Like molten gold, her eyes held a mesmerizing allure, and the dim lamplight accentuated her soft skin, making her seem almost ethereal. Her beauty starkly contrasted the black silk lightly draped over her torso. It was a sight that created a striking image against the dimly lit surroundings. For the millionth time that night, I regretted choosing my comfortable loungewear that barely highlighted my assets.

Inhaling as deeply as possible, I turned to the Jinn King before me. My Inner Goddess took the time to observe the deity before me. Though partially concealed beneath a fitted cotton shirt, straight shoulders rippled effortlessly down to flexing deltoids and sculpted pectorals. His sedate face gave nothing away while keen, hawk-like eyes observed my position, waiting for my next move. 

But that was the trouble! I lacked grace, finesse, and experience. Where did I begin? And with whom did I start? Even the stars above held their breath in tense anticipation. Did I start with my Jack, the charming Jinn Queen with her mysterious allure, or the Dark Jinn himself? My Inner Goddess flicked my ear impatiently. Nevertheless, the palpable fear that had controlled me in the living room moments before kept me nigh paralyzed in my seat, sure my personal struggle was evident to all. Uncertainty, a thick fog that obscured my thoughts and actions, clouded my mind.

This was not my first or even my fifth arrangement. With a bit of experience under my belt, why, by all the Gods of Olympus, was each new prelude accompanied by such a debilitating anxiety? The Fates had been more than generous with their gifts these past two years. When would I learn to proceed with smooth poise, honeyed fingertips, and confident assurance in such an indulgent setting? Well, it was not today.

My commitment to recounting facts, as accurately as my memory serves, demands that I truthfully reveal that…I regretfully do not know who made the first move. The sequence of events is shrouded in uncertainty. Did I pull the Jinn King close for a first hesitant kiss? Did he initiate? Despite my apprehension, I noticed the Jinn Queen rise, revealing her glory for all to see, as she moved closer to Jack. The silky midnight fabric that had adorned her body and hips narrowed and came to a point disappearing between her perfect derriere. 

Gods! It was not until then that I was aware of my own situation. The Jinn had his powerful arms wrapped around me, the heat of his naked torse enveloping my bare flesh. Wait, when did I undress? Heavens, I was going to bungle this!!

Two things brought me back to the present, forcing open the recalcitrant eyes of my conscious mind. The first was the irresistible sounds of pleasure just over my right shoulder. My curious Inner Goddess could not help peeking behind me. The sight that greeted my vision was that of My Love standing stalwart at the side of the bed, hips slightly apart. Partially sitting and partially reclined on the edge of the mattress was the Jinn Queen. Her tantalizing derrière was on glorious display while she poured her lips over Jack’s glory. Her radiant obsidian hair floated from her crown, cascading over her shoulders, back, and down to the bed itself. I suppressed a chuckle. Jack’s face was the epitome of boyish delight.

The second was a rather marvelous kiss from the Jinn King. Full, confident, yet chased lips met mine. It was a good kiss, attractive without demand, tempting without coercion. The fire of his Arabian heritage turned the chains binding my Inner Goddess in place to molten lead, freeing her at last from inhibition. My Inner Goddess, now liberated, knew just what to do from there as long as I stayed out of her way. 

Somehow, I found myself recumbent on the cool sheets. It seemed that not all of my hesitation had yet evaporated. The regal head was pressing smoking kisses down the length of my body, gradually making his way to my trembling apex. My Inner Goddess had been frenzied all evening, her curiosity piqued by the uncertainty of our evening’s outcome. Now that her inquisitiveness was about to be satisfied, she prepared to spread her wings, hardly able to contain her enthusiasm. I hoped the quivers racing the length of my arms were being interpreted as eager anticipation for what it was.

God of Olympus, or rather Arabia, feral heat greeted my curtains, inciting tiny flames to flicker and flash over my skin. An accomplished tongue explored with masterful attention, taking his time up one side and down the other. I moaned in delighted pleasure as he repeated the technique. The Jinn had yet to discover my shy pearl. Nevertheless, the skillful arbitrator took his time casually fanning the fire of my need with deliberate intention. I struggled to maintain my composure, my hips fighting to wiggle and press the advantage, augmenting to position his lips just so. Patience, I must have patience! I groaned, little pants escaping my parted lips. My Inner Goddess bit her knuckle in distressed restraint.

At his discretion, the pointed tip of the trailing tongue finally caressed the opaline peak of my feminine. A long sigh escaped my lips. The Jinn repeated the process, and my eyes rolled back into my head. Vision hooded, fingers curled, I succumbed to the ever-increasing flames burning their way through my body. A minute part of my Inner Goddess was cognizant of the regal Queen beside me. Jack attended her in a mirrored reflection of the Jinn. As the fire devoured, Not wanting to startle either of them, I fought the urge to smother my face with a pillow under my head to silence the screams boiling within me. I bore the inferno until my legs trembled over the Jinn’s broad shoulders. Arabian flames licked and seared my flesh until I was left in a mewling puddle, struggling for breath. My Inner Goddess was a mixture of pleased glee and blushing embarrassment at our thorough dissemination. 

The crinkling sound of tearing foil revived my momentarily comatose Inner Goddess. Around me, the bed lurched with the domineering bombardment. It seemed that Jack and the Jinn Queen were having no hesitation in finding their salacious rhythm. I glowed at the sight of the young Queen prostrate over the bed. Jack’s calloused hands gripped her soft waist as My Love strenuously strove for her pleasure. Her moans and gentle cries were elegant and musical compared to the commotion, groans, and squeaks my vocal cords emitted.  

My gaze was torn away from the two of them as I was abruptly dragged to the edge of the bed, my hips all but hanging off the side. It seemed my attention was demanded elsewhere! I giggled at the action while my Inner Goddess preached decorum. Damsels did not giggle when they were about to be ravaged! Nevertheless, I could not help the foolish grin as I parted my supple legs, ready for the erect stiffness, waiting for my consent. 

Though the Jinn had scrupulously wetted my curtains, I was grateful the first thrust was carefully measured, allowing my tight cocoon to warm and stretch to its outstanding length. I bit my lip, reveling in the sensual experience. 

And then… oh, the extensive stamina by the Son of the Sands. Like the enduring heat of the simmering Sahara, the Jinn King threatened to undo me, his hips, a blazing blur of caustic motion. Orgasms raged through every corner and around every curve and bend of my body.

Frantic, my fingers scrambled for the pillow, the sheet, anything with which to secure my body to the mortal earth. There was no beginning and no end to my debilitating wildfire. My Inner Goddess soared, invigorated by the rapacious and merciless flames. My mind was lost to the world around me, the sights and sounds around me obscured by the climaxing onslaught engulfing my senses.  

At some point, I was manhandled onto all fours, legs spread, and feet planted on the floor. My Inner Goddess was keenly aware of the fair Jinn Queen in a similar position next to me, her silken tresses undulating like a liquid ebony crown about her. Her elegant moans of pleasure flitted about the room, enhancing the eroticism of the moonlight. 

Yet, the king and the god, in their unyielding strength, continued their relentless destruction of our femininity. Did their power and might have no limits? My Inner Goddess quivered in awe, certain that the Moon Goddess, radiant in her resplendent court, was gazing from her lofty throne, witnessing the indulgence of the bower. 

Only Father Time, drifting unseen through the cosmo, knew the lateness of the twinkling hour. Like my companions, my body lost every trace of moisture, and my tongue ached for a replenishing drink. The relief was palpable when Jack scurried to fulfill our request, quickly returning with refreshments for all. Meanwhile, I struggled to steady my breath, battling with all my might to attract the still pulsing atoms that drifted about me like wafting ashes. I felt a kinship with my familiars, each striving to restore our weary but ecstatic bodies. 

We remained in the bower at Jack’s return, congregating on the wide mattress. As we chatted, my nervousness returned, but to a much lesser degree. My Inner Goddess joined my whirring thoughts. Had it gone well for all involved? Was everyone stable? Were there any necessary communication or boundaries unconsciously crossed? 

However, the atmosphere remained congenial and unperturbed, a warm blanket of comfort that enveloped us all, allowing us to relax and enjoy each other’s company. My companions were so at ease that these thoughts soon dissipated as our conversation flitted over various topics, each one adding a new layer of interest and excitement to our gathering: travel destinations, tattoos we admired, and hidden gem restaurants we had discovered or had yet to experience. 

At last, our time drew to a close. Errant garments were gathered, redressed, or tucked into bags to be retrieved later. With fond farewells all around, we bid our imperial guests goodnight. As the door clicked, I turned to My Love with a thrilled smile on my face – our evening had been a resounding success, a testament to our camaraderie and shared passion. Jack gave a slight chuckle as he pulled me into his warm embrace. 

Ever dauntless, he had not worried about our evening’s proceedings for a moment. I nuzzled into his chest, feeling his strength encircle me. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for Jack’s vast experience and boundless love, knowing that I could always rely on him. His presence was my pillar. My heart glowed, feeling deeply loved and appreciated, knowing I was treasured in his life. Hand in hand, we returned to his bower, seeking the sweet solace of sleep in each other’s arms.

Until next time, XO. Elsie