May 2023 – Audio Version

Sitting on the bed, one foot resting on the wooden bedframe, the other extended long before her, the Goddess Canta waited for me. Above her wafted the elusive lights of the Aurora Borealis, intermingled with tiny iridescent stars as they twinkled amongst the ever-shifting colors. I was unsure how to proceed and nervously kicked out of my Converse as I took quiet breaths and assessed my enchanting surroundings. I walked toward the waiting Goddess, her fuchsia skirt already inching up her luscious thighs in anticipation. 

My Inner Goddess came to my rescue. “One kiss,” she whispered. “Just start with a kiss.”

A kiss. I could do that. I had been staring at her rosy mouth all evening, wondering if I should make a move. I stood above her, weaving my fingers through her golden mane to the nape of her neck as she tilted her face to me. I leaned down to her waiting lips, softly kissing the beguiling Goddess. To my jubilation, Canta returned my kisses as dulcet music suggestively set the mood amid the swaying illuminations above us.

We transitioned onto the bed, kneeling as we cautiously explored each other’s curves. My Inner Goddess stirred at the whisper of her honeyed hair against my skin. With lordly grace, her Consort moved about the room setting final touches to the ambiance before reclining behind his Goddess in quiet observation.

I have yet to master the seduction of queens, goddesses, angels, and demons in their mortal form. For the male doms, knights, werewolves, and elves, my Inner Goddess and I find ourselves much more confident as we tease or succumb to their aggressive and forthright lust. I so wanted to please this Goddess and see her beaming face and twinkling eyes. Yet, we both found ourselves chuckling in tiny giggles at our nervousness and newfound play.

What this kissing enough? I wondered how far this wondrous Goddess wished to proceed. What would come in the next hour as the moon continued her lofty journey? What if I overstayed my welcome? Was it time to bow my head in gratitude for her luscious kisses and leave the exquisite couple to the private seclusion of their bower?

“Just try something,” whispered my salacious Inner Goddess. I hesitated, staying in the safety of sugary kisses. 

My Inner Goddess was having none of this nonsense. “Make a move!” She ordered. 

Reaching into my personal experience, I called to my Inner Goddess for help. Then, using gentle force, I surprised her with my direct eagerness as I pushed Canta back onto her bed, raising my legs to straddle her narrow waist. 

“I’ve never had a woman do that to me before!!” Said the startled Goddess. 

Oh, bother! Perhaps I had gone too far or been too aggressive? Had my move been a turn-off? But to my great relief, Canta giggled as a slight blush laced her high cheekbones. Then, the Goddess cupped my face and pulled me into yet another of her warm embraces.

Our moves and exploration of each other’s silken bodies were unhurried and curious. I smiled as her Concert looked on, his brawny shoulders relaxed against the wooden pine of the headboard. He occasionally leaned in to brush a honeyed whisp from his Goddess’ face or fondle her clothed breast as her hands thoughtfully reached out to caress his broad chest in the middle of our kisses. Their tiny touches of love and connection sealed the room in magical intimacy.

My hands traveled down, seeking the warm curvatures of her breasts. 

“Drat!!” I thought.

I had failed to unfasten her brassiere before taking control. My Inner Goddess slapped her palm to her forehead as I fumbled through my endeavors with the female form. I gave a silent nod of acknowledgment to the skill of my previous lovers and their nimble experience in the art of seduction. The Goddess rose with alacrity as I unclasped her bra before reclining back into the bed and the strong arms of her magnetic Consort. Leaving her dress in place, I slipped her arms out of each strap before sliding the entire brassier out the armhole of her comfortable knit dress. 

“Impressive.” The Goddess whispered as I repeated the process on myself. I grinned at the gradual exposure of our bodies as we took our time, allowing the Fates to decree just how far we would proceed into the magic of the night. Slow, soothing touches, eager kisses, and caresses filled the minutes as we flowed with each other. 

The Goddess’ breasts were calling. Still straddling her waist, I shifted her skirt above her waist to reveal the tiny triangle of black silk cloaking her delicate goddess. The Consort assisted, his nimble fingers gathering the fabric over her head as she withdrew her arms. Her breasts were perfect, the nipples pert nodules begging to be acknowledged. I indulged, inhaling the faint floral whisper of her body. I cupped her breasts and planted affectionate, nuzzling kisses around her rosy areola before taking her nipples into my mouth as she moaned beneath me. 

The skin of the Goddess was intoxicating in its smooth creaminess. I could not stop caressing and pursuing every inch of her delectable body. My hands ran from her luscious thighs up to her bent knee, around the curve of her calf, to the arch of her delicate feet. Intrigued by her body, my hands repeated the process multiple times throughout our time together. 

The Goddess reciprocated my touch. Her hands never left my body as I leaned into her exploration. Long fingers brushed a sapphire curl from my face, tucking it behind my ear. Her strokes turned to my face, tracing my brow, and then a slow line was drawn down to the tip of my nose. For some reason, the intimacy of her caress threatened to undo me. I chuckled as I blinked down the unexpected emotions. 

Her sensuous fingers slipped under the strap of my jumpsuit. I slithered my arm out of each armhole, allowing the olive green jumpsuit to cascade down and settle at my waist. Her hands wandered my curves, caressing my breasts before moving up my body to the arch of my neck. My Inner Goddess felt wonderous under her ardent touch.

The fushia sundress lay on the bed beside me, sparking an idea. Gathering it into one long roll, I made to cover Canta’s eyes but paused as I noticed her slight apprehension. I leaned close to her petite ear. 

“I’m not going to do anything different,” I whispered reassuringly. 

“Okay,” the Goddess nodded as I placed the light material over her eyes for a bit of sensory deprivation. 

I continued to bask in the zeal and beauty of her skin. My fingers and mouth sought the inches of naked flesh my fingers had not yet explored. My Inner Goddess reveled in delight at her moans and exclamations to our touch as her Consort joined in the worship of her body—up, over, and around every curve. A kiss here, a breath whispered over one nipple while the other was carefully pinched. 

After a time, the makeshift blindfold fell out of place. I gazed into her radiant eyes to gauge her enjoyment and was rewarded with elation twinkling in the depth of her eyes. I melted forward and covered her lips with my own. Our breath was heavy, though still slightly twinged with a bit of nervous excitement.

My lips moved to her ear as I murmured, “I think he should go down on you.” I longed to feel her pleasure in my arms at the attention of her charming and patient Consort. 

I grinned as her bright eyes widened at the suggestion. Wordlessly, he moved to the foot of the bed, spreading her long legs with keen alacrity as I lay beside her salacious body. My Inner Goddess danced in joy as he lowered his head, pushing aside the noir silk of her panties before wrapping both arms around her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh. His movements started slowly, but it did not matter. Almost immediately, the Goddess Canta began to writhe at his familiar attention. I had to remind myself to focus on adding to her gratification as I lost myself in the intimacy of their connection. 

I marveled as she vocalized her need, directing him to the left or deeper. Her cries indicated his fervent adjustments as her body tensed under the energy of her impending orgasm. How often had I remained wordless as a lover devoured me, using my moans, not words, to indicate my pleasure? I took mental notes to emulate this Goddess. 

I watched in sublime admiration as desire and need coursed through her body. Fingers clutching the covers, head throwback exposing her long, elegant neck. Like an ocean wave pulling back before redoubling its efforts and pounding into the sandy shore, Canta’s orgasm was so close to cuming. 

“Cover my mouth!” The Goddess cried awash in her torment. I hastened to obey, pressing my hand over her gaping mouth. Canta’s eyes shot open, staring intensely into my own before the orgasmic wave crashed into her. The power ripped through her body as she tilted her chin to the dancing sky colors. The Consort was unwavering in his meal until she tapped his head, begging for release. We chuckled as she gasped, blinking into the heavens as her heartbeat slowed. Her mighty Consort made no motion to move away from his prone position at the apex of her sensuality. This was not a once-and-done gentleman but a king seeking the ultimate joy for his queen. 

“I’ve never had a woman do that to me before!” The Goddess was panting as I removed my hand from her luscious lips. Only then did I realize her instruction had been to her Consort, not me! A happy misunderstanding for both of us. It was a thrilling experience to cover a goddess’ mouth and feel her moans reverberate against my palm. We both chuckled, kissing and caressing once more. 

Dipping his head, the Consort returned to his feast. Once more, the Goddess verbally directed him as her orgasm began to blossom. Again, my fingers traced her supple breasts. 

Just as she was cuming, I whispered, “Good Girl.” I was rewarded as the Goddess’ burgeoning orgasm shot to a higher level of intensity. I loved learning “Good Girl” was a secret key for her as well as this second orgasm, mightier than the first, caused the Goddess to cry to the stars, her elation from the furious working of her Consort’s mouth. Canta writhed and bucked until she was left gasping and softly giggling from the enormity of the experience. 

More velvety kisses followed as the Goddess collected herself. Her Consort moved to lay beside her as the colors above us played in time to the drifting music. I moved to straddle Canta once more, craving the warmth and creaminess of her body. Our breasts brushed as I leaned into her kisses, my hands cupping the back of her neck as I pulled her into my embrace. Her hips began to rock against mine. I adjusted, moving my right thigh between her legs, my left still pressing against her velvety hip. We rolled together, her need dampening my thigh as she used my body. My Inner Goddess was wild with delight as I applied more firm pressure against her goddess. Canta’s long fingers gripped my waist as we panted and rollicked together until my thigh ran with her delicious euphoria. 

Rising from kissing her sweet lips, I breathlessly suggested Canta see to her vigilant Consort. After all, he deserved a little naughty fun as well. As the Goddess worked his linen pants from his eager body, I moved behind her, my olive jumpsuit still draped around my waist. My Inner Goddess watched in awe as Canta’s aurelian locks bobbed, and she moaned as his pulsing need stretched to her moist tongue. It was her Consort’s turn to groan, eyes rolling back as his Goddess skillfully worked his throbbing glory. My nails dragged carefully over Canta’s lean back before I placed dainty kisses on her naked skin. I took mental notes as I watched while also attempting to focus on her body and not to stare too overtly at the perfect heart shape of her peaches, still encased in the tiniest bit of silk. 

The Goddess rose in all her glory to sit astride her Consort’s mighty thighs, lowering herself down onto his glory. I moved onto the bed, still caressing her alabaster skin. I touched and caressed Canta or leaned down to enjoy a powerful kiss from the Consort. Their naked bodies flowed in perfect unison, rising and falling into one another, creating music all their own. The carousel of lights bathed the Goddess in pastels causing her to radiate as she danced with the lights and her Love. 

A fan oscillated as it whispered its duty around the bower. Reclining once more into the rumpled sheets, we rested, feeling the intimacy of our souls as we collected our breath. I was mentally gathering myself, intending to go, when the Goddess rose to her knees, hovering beside me. 

“Can I go down on you?” Her eyes sparkled in the ever-changing light. Her long tresses reached for her breasts as her body slightly swayed, awaiting my response. So naturally, my reaction was as awkward as possible.

“Umm, yeah, sure, if you want to.” I tripped over my tongue. My Inner Goddess smacked her forehead in acute disappointment. 

“Oh, I won’t if you don’t want me to!” Canta pulled back ever so slightly. 

“No, no! It’s not you. It’s just my Ex never liked to, and I’m still getting used to people wanting to do it.” 

Apparently, I could outdo my own awkwardness as I continued to ramble. “It’s more like, why would anyone want to on me.” 

Shaking me, my Inner Goddess blushed furiously in embarrassment as she begged me to shut up. Why couldn’t I simply respond, “Yes, please!” like a normal person? There was literally zero reason to bring up the past. 

“You have GOT to trust people when they offer!” Huffed my Inner Goddess. “Or, at the VERY least, keep your mouth shut and just nod!” My Inner Goddess was as mortified as I felt, and I thanked the gods for the dim lighting to cover the embarrassed flush heating my cheeks. 

In the brilliance of the sun, the Goddess was a lioness, and there was no manipulating her into any task she was not keen on doing – going down on me was something she wanted to do. So, having received my roundabout consent and unaware of my internal dialogue, the Goddess was shimming me out of the remainder of my olive jumpsuit. 

To my fascination, she paused, taking time to inventory my naked body, tracing my newly exposed skin. This gave me a moment to relish her attention and take pride in my carefully chosen panties, the lace teasingly concealing my nervous goddess. Beginning with my neck, the Goddess began covering my body in kisses. I felt her delicate tongue flick my skin. My Inner Goddess loudly moaned at this unexpected treatment. Encouraged by my lusty response, the Goddess alternated kisses and licks under my breasts and down my abdomen. Her manicured nails slid under the lace, gracefully pulling my panties down and over my toes.  

There I was, utterly vulnerable in her presence. The lights of the Aurora Borealis continued their hypnotic dance high above, my head rolling back as the Goddess bent her golden head to my pearl. My back arched, and my hands balled into fists, my nails biting into the pink tissue of my palms. I barely noticed until I felt a caress. The Consort had moved closer and loosened my fists to hold his powerful hands as my orgasms began to crest over my body. This uniquely beautiful action deeply touched My Inner Goddess, but we could not give the gesture another thought. I was already exceedingly aroused from the cordial of her mouth, the feeling of her divine body beneath mine, and now the ardent attention of her lips on my goddess. The couple’s combined engagement had me cuming in just minutes, crying my exaltation to the shimmering fresco of the heavens.

Full of mirth, we all collapsed back onto the bed. Canta and I moved closer to one another, resting in the moment’s intimacy. The bed and closeness were deeply comforting, and I fought to keep my lashes from shutting, knowing that once I did, there would be no waking me until daylight replaced the splendor of the Aurora Borealis. 

The Consort offered his Goddess her water bottle, waiting as she took a long sip. I lay mesmerized by the sky, only just noticing the warm breath of the Goddess as she leaned between my parted thighs. I was jolted back by the abrupt icy chill of an ice cube on my pearl, immediately replaced by the heat of her carnal tongue. My Inner Goddess squealed! It was unlike anything we had ever experienced, and we hoped it would not be the last. 

Canta paused, lifting her beautiful face to double-check, and, at my hearty reassurance, took another sip to secure a second ice cube. Her long tresses trailed along my thighs, sending shivers of excitement throughout my body as she leaned close. Icelandic chills shot through my pearl only to dissolve the next second from her licks and heated swirls. Then, just when I thought the experience could not be topped, the Consort positioned himself behind her raised hips. The ice cube now melted, the Goddess kept her audacious mouth and tongue teasing my goddess as his vigorous thrusts rocked her form.     

I gloried in their connection as they rocked my body. I reveled in the site of the Goddess locked between our naked bodies, her hair cascading down my legs and flowing to the silvery bedspread beneath us. I bit my lip in enchantment as the room filled with our groans of pleasure, our bodies rocking in perfect unison together. 

Canta and her Consort adjusted and positioned fully on the bed. The lithe Goddess lay on her side, her curves tilted as he gripped her body, burying himself within her dripping goddess. She moaned at his entrance, face tilted toward the bed, her long lashes flitting on her flushed cheeks. 

I sprawled on the bed beside the Goddess, fingers tenderly tracing down her arm all the way out to her fingertips. Other times my hands traced her silhouette, running from her shoulder to the deep curve of her hourglass waist to the high rise of her hip. I brushed her golden hair from her cheek, softly touching down her jaw to her chin. Her skin was an aphrodisiac. 

I watched them as their intimacy and connection grew. His movements were fast and fierce, then slow and rhythmic. Canta leaned in for another kiss or pressed her face into the covers. His groans rose above the lilt of the music as the Goddess encouraged his passion. It was a familiar dance, but their union was a moment of pure communion. I almost felt like an intruder at a holy moment. 

Canta gave a contented sigh as her Consort collapsed onto the tousled bed beside her. Together, we melted into the euphoric afterglow. Nothing had been planned, and there had been no expectations. We had been free to explore the whim of the night and our playful desires. My Inner Goddess simply glowed. 

Thoroughly ignoring my protests, the gods dawned robes and escorted me to the door. I was sent off with tender hugs, gentle kisses, and “Please, text when you get home.” The moon, my only companion on the long drive home, smiled knowingly as she showered me in her silvery veil. All was well with my soul. 

Until next time, XO. Elsie