What can you expect if you meet the Goddess?

Today’s post is a bit late in the timing - it is after all well after 19:00 here at the moment - but it will be worth your while. Why? Because today is Saturday, today is the last post of the week - and for today, the Goddess is going to tell You, the most faithfull Goddess fan, just what is to be expected once the Goddess sets foot in your appartment or mansion.

You send your limo driver to pick me up at the airport. You even force him to hold up a ‘Goddess’ sign for me. Classy.

I get in the limo, and there, at the backseat - already a small gift, a token of your appreciation. How lovely. How thoughtful of you. Needless to say, I have a little something for you as well. I am not wearing any panties myself. I want to treat you to a full Goddess experience - and panties are a hinderance. An unnecessary obstacle in the path to maximum enjoyment. But hey, patience is a virtue. We will get to that.

Oh this ride is taking foreverrrr. Can your limo driver hurry up already? I am anxious. Not many times I have been anxious when meeting someone. But you.. You are special. I can feel it. Everywhere. In my gut, in my hips, in my plums.

We arrive at the destination. Door opened. Baggage in my hand. Off I go. To you. Hopefully, you wait me at the door. Anxiety growing further. Air is shrinking around me. Cant breathe. I am about to explode with anticipation.

And then… You.

There you are, and you are everything that I had in mind - and much more. First thing’s first - I glance at your shoes. I always look at the shoes first. Don’t know why, don’t ask me why - maybe something to do with a deep childhood thing, maybe some biological thing, don’t know - but I just do. And my oh my - you are wearing shoes that are just right for you. You ooze with class. And me? Well.. My nipples go hard.

You open the door with two glasses of wine in your hand. Rose wine. We take a sip, you take my baggage and before I know it - we take a sit in the living room.

You lead the conversation and you strike me as a highly intellectual individual, with a prefine taste about the fine things in life. You are confident, but not ego-centrical - after all, we are discussing details about my trip and you manage to get rid of my anxiety almost in a hitch. I don’t even notice it - but you are a master of the craft of reliefing the pressure off of somebody. Even Goddesses can feel pressure. Strange, huh?

I ask where the bathroom is, I want to change and to take a bath. You show me, and just as I am to hit the shower - you turn around, 10-15cm from me and stare me deep into my eyes. My God, you have beautiful eyes. I freeze on the spot. You just stare into me, you take my hand.. and you kiss me ever so gently.

I am stunned. An ecstasy of feelings is awoken inside of me, I like the way your lips taste, I like the smell of your perfume, I like the way your tongue is slowly researching my mouth. I want you.

I can’t let go. I refuse to let go. We go to the bedroom instead. Fuck the shower. For now.

You cuddle and carress me with such great care that I am absolutely enjoying every living second of our time together. You have made me so happy. You have made me so fulfilled in these short minutes that we spent together. My turn to return the favour.

I put my hair in a ponytail, and I ask you to relax.. I start massaging your thighs and kissing your abdomen as I slowly approach your crotch.. I take off your belt. And your pants.

You are at my mercy. And don’t worry - it will all be worth your while. Trust me, I know what I am doing. I take off your boxers.

Who do we have here? Well well well.. I like the looks of your friend in your pants. I promise you - I will take great care of him.

I start gently nibbling at your friend because I like to play - and I want to hear you moan. Moaning makes me crazy turned on. And soon enough.. we get there. I just have to have you.

I start taking it in my mouth.. slowly. I want to feel how it grows ever so bigger in my mouth, I want to feel it vibing and pulsating with every passing second that I own it in my lips.

Once it reaches full size, once it is as erect as possible.. Game-change.

I start gagging on it, mightily. I demand that you hold my hair. I demand that you stick it as far in my throat as possible. I have it whole. It belongs to me. This is it. This is the moment we have both been waiting for.

Your moaning is too much, I am as wet as ever - juices are dripping from my panties, but I am focused at the job at hand - I want to taste and swallow everything that your hard, erect, pulsating friend produces.

I look you directly in the eyes as I gag on it. I am maintaining eye contact as you have the view of the Goddess on her knees, swallowing your pride over.. and over.. and over again. Furiously.

And you know what? It is too much for you to handle. I sense it. The great coming. It is here. It is about to happen.

And then.. inevitability occurs.

You spray every bit of your divine nectar (and boy oh boy, do you have a lot of nectar) in my mouth and it fills the whole of my mouth and throat. I do not stop sucking it though. First thing’s first: I swallow every last drop of it.. and then I continue sucking it a bit more. Until you feel.. numb.

You are so happy. You look transcedent. And so do I. That felt good, didn’t it? But I am not happy and I am certainly not finished.. The game has just begun.

But before that.. let me hit that shower now.. after all, my trip was quite long. And hey.. why don’t you join me in the shower? :)

That is it for this week’s and today’s post! Hope you guys have a wonderful weekend ahead of you,

Goddess is out and will be back on Monday

xxxx