Sex Goddess And My Power Hunger For The Cock

Not your ordinary love affair

I glided through the dimly lit corridors of my sex goddess temple, my long, blonde hair flowing like a silken river behind me. The walls, adorned with intricate carvings of ancient gods and their romantic exploits, seemed to pulse with their own life. I stopped to pause before a massive oak door, its surface etched with symbols that shimmered faintly in the low light. Pushing it open, accompanied by a heavy sigh, I opened it and stepped into my private sanctuary.

With every step, I thought of him

The room was a testament to my divinity—a blend of opulence and sensuality. Thick, velvet drapes framed the large window that overlooked the moonlit city below. A four-poster bed dominated the center, its canopies spilling over with lush fabrics in shades of crimson and gold. But as always, my gaze was drawn to the mirror that hung above the ornate vanity. In it, and saw not just my physical form but the essence of who I am: a sex goddess, worshipped by countless mortals and immortals alike.

Tonight, however, my thoughts were elsewhere. A mortal man had captured my attention, a rarity for one of this stature. His name was Alex, a simple photographer with an uncanny ability to see beyond the superficial. With a cock to match. It was big, strong and long. Not to mention his love for toe sucking. We spoke of curiosity, of hunger, but also of vulnerability as he came in me the first time. And it was that vulnerability that intrigued me most.

He made this sex goddess want his cock so bad

This moment made me pace the length of the room, my fingers trailing along the smooth contours of furniture carved from rare woods. My mind wandered back to their last encounter. The moment their eyes met, something electric had passed between them. It was forbidden, this desire was felt, but the pull was undeniable.

I sighed again, more deeply this time. Resistance was a must but I couldn’t contain myself, that indulging in such a liaison could bring consequences both for him and for myself. Yet, the thought of feeling his touch, of experiencing the raw, unfiltered passion of a mortal, was intoxicating. I longed to shed my divine detachment and be human, if only for a fleeting moment.

With a swift movement, my sex goddess energy conjured a vision of Alex. He appeared in the mirror, standing in a small, cluttered apartment. His tousled hair and ever-present camera slung around his neck gave him a casual, approachable air.I’m his sex goddess that craves his cockI watched as he moved about, seemingly unaware of my presence. His movements were purposeful yet fluid, each step imbued with a confidence that belied his ordinary exterior. My breath quickened as my fingers trailed to my panties.

He does something to me that makes me immediately want to cum for him. I could almost feel the warmth of his skin, and taste the salt of his sweat as they engaged in the primal dance of lovers. My sex goddess body responded instinctively, heat pooling and making my clit throb.

I needed his cock in my sex goddess wetness

I closed my eyes, imagining the feel of his hands on me, exploring every inch of my divine flesh with reverent awe. “Alex,” I whispered to the empty room, my voice tinged with longing. “What would you do if you knew I watched you?” He couldn’t hear me but moved as if he could. He suddenly stopped moving about and slowly pulled his pants down, revealing his cock. I thrust my fingers deeper, and he looked ahead and began stroking in tandem with my fingers.

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