The Softer Side of the Goddess

Every once in a while, Goddess Karen stops by to tell us all a little story.

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THE SOFTER SIDE OF THE GODDESS

by GODDESS KAREN

The Persona known as Goddess Karen was not always a raging domina. In fact, when my experimentation began 15 years ago I was actually the submissive – hence why I know what the subs want. I meandered through my journals as I sometimes do and found essays I'd written in those years that I wanted to share on this blog. Purple prose or beatific musings? You be the judge. And yes, I know I do love my adverbs.

*Sex*

My lover bites me. Our coupling, if not always delightfully rough, always keeps me anticipating more. The recollection of sex with him is a constant strum in the back of my mind – a grounding mantra by necessity, or it would drive me mad.

Finding some reaffirmation in goading myself, I deliberately heighten the ever present sexual tension. He smokes the cigarette I hold to his lips, the lips that have sucked my womanhood to zenith many times. Tenderly tucking his gauzy shirt in the waistband of his jeans, I wonder: what unearthly craven need makes me want to devour my darklove just from touching his waistline? Heed the masochistic desire that presses all air from my core. Rapture.

Grounding mantra or no, chords of my complete primal chemistry with him seize me at inopportune times: the bakery, at a bridge railing, beside him on the tram. These are the crazy madlust moments that make outsiders shackles, inhibiting action. I am in want of him & it's nearly choking me. Then it is the my flushed face and buzzing head pressed against his leather front, unable to cope. Overcome in witness of all the other passengers on the tram. The rude overhead light is all they have to warm them on their journeys home.

He understands, my devil. He strokes my hair and tells me we will be home soon.

 

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