A goddess committing a sin? Then surely it could not be a sin. Was it condemned in the eyes of mankind but allowed in the ranks of hers? “You are mine, and I desire for you to be for as long as time” she whispered in my ear. I could barely open my eyes I was so drunken in her kisses, I tried to speak but only more full, lustrous kisses took place of my words.

She slid her hand underneath my shirt and undid the clasp on my brassiere. It slipped onto the wood floor followed by my shirt. “See, Jaselyn, your large soft breasts are just one of your beauties” she mentioned as she slid off her shirt and pressed her small, warm, and tender ones onto mine. She kissed me harder, more passionately, I felt completely comfortable now, I was able to respond to her loving as well as she.

We stood by the window looking so divinely enchanted, in embrace and kissing lit by the moons light. She undid the bun in my hair and ran her fingers through it. I wasn’t feeling shy any more. I felt desire, burning for my goddess.