I take a deep breath and feel the energy flowing within me.
As her expert hands pull on my swollen nipples, slick with oil, the goddess within me awakens. Slowly working every inch of my flushed skin, she reaches my sacred space and pauses. I nod silent permission for her to begin her magic, the ritual that will heal my broken pieces and celebrate my divine femininity, and gasp as her fingers slip between my glistening lips.
I glance across the candlelit room. He’s there, watching her every blissful move.
Finally, he speaks.
“I’ll take over now.”
