And she should come. You know you like to talk dirty smack just as much as I do. Perhaps the Goddess is doing her best work now. The sound from their crotches is not as loud as that from their mouths, but it’s very nice regardless, liquid and squishy. Fuck, it smells so nasty! She’s getting close to an orgasm. We’ll be ready in about an hour or so.”
“Give me two,” I ask. It might be generations before such a blessed group of people come together in passion and pleasure again, and the Goddess is not going to let this chance pass. Then she slides down again, gradually and deliberately, still smiling. He’s going to fuck my very soul. Certainly there have been spiritual revelations in history that have been far more destructive and far less joyful than what we’re experiencing now. As always, The Goddess is a recurrent theme throughout her conversation. “I’ll be there about one thirty,” I tell her, after making sure she’s interrupted her fucking long enough to put the address into her
