The Goddess And Her Man

"How's my Sergio?" Maria asked one of the older men in the crowd. "Having fun tonight?" His face instantly lit up as she sat on his lap; Maria noticed his eyes peering at her cleavage.

"Sergio! Are you looking down my dress again?" Sergio blushed.

"Ah, my lovely Maria, how can I resist? I am an old man. Grant me some pleasures before I die."

"A-yiy-e-yiy!" said Maria as she waved her arm through the air like her Italian grandmother used to. "So look down my dress," she whispered, "but do it quick before I change my mind," then winked at him. Sergio glanced at the rim of her dress and continued to smile while the crowd watched in envy but laughed.

Maria had sex appeal. The town's men never agreed if she was sexier than Marilyn Monroe or Sophia Loren and bickered about it at every social gathering. Even at today's wedding party, Maria was the focal point of conversation.

"She has the bosom of Sophia!" one man blurted out.

"Oh, yes," another added, "Sophia Loren. Now that was a woman."

"Please, gentleman, her eyes dance of wicked passions. Sofia was sexy, but Marilyn Monroe - now there's a woman you wanted to fuck," added yet another as the men toasted a glass of Roso di Toscana with testosterone-filled laughter.

Maria was well aware that she gave the men in her village some sort of sexual pleasure, either by hopes of fucking her or merely the gratification of watching her. She let them, amused that her cleavage and femininity held such power. Unfortunately, she was also tired of the young boys who promised manhood but were only full of bullfighting cockiness and unable to deliver what she sought: orgasm.

"If you wish to talk to me, my eyes are on my head, not on my chest," she would say.

Embarrassed, some of the young men backed away, but others did not.

"But, Maria, if Sergio can look, why can't I?" asked one young man.

"Because you are not a man, Antonio. You are a mere boy who would not know how to please a woman if she laid there open for you with an instruction book!"

"But you misjudge, Maria."

"I do no such thing. I have had boys like you."

"But you have not had me," the young man said.

"If you have one boy, Antonio, you've had them all," Maria said. "Now, go. Find yourself a nice young woman to experiment with. I am not interested in experimentation anymore."

Later at the party Maria noticed Andre and almost chocked on her wine. She did not recognize him. It had been years since she had seen his face in the village.

"Andre, isn't it?" she asked.

"Yes," Andre responded. "Maria? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me," Maria said flipping her hair with a casual tilt of her head. Andre was a family friend who Maria fantasized about during early adolescence. He had gone off to school to study photography years ago.

"How have you been? I haven't seen you in years," Maria said.

"Maria, I can't believe this is you! Are you sure this is still the same Maria who was always covered in dirt and mud because she played rough with the neighborhood boys?" Andre asked. "Yes, I'm the same Maria - grown up, that's all."

"I'll say. Very grown up indeed!"

"Thank you," Maria said, blushing. "So you came back for your cousin's wedding to take pictures?"

"Exactly. And you? What have you been up to?" Andre asked while glancing at her cleavage when she rested her chin on her hand. Andre was the kind of man that Maria preferred to tease, unlike the others around her.

"I'm more interested in what you've been up to," said Maria. "I'm still stuck in this little village while you're the one who has been traveling the world taking marvelous pictures, seeing new things. I think you have a lot more to tell me than I you."

"I would disagree."

"Try me."

"All right. I've been working - nothing very exciting though."

"I doubt that."

"I remember that about you - never believing others unless you see it for yourself."

"Hmm, interesting thing to remember. I must have made quite an impression on you," Maria said with hope for a clue of his continued interest.

"You know, Maria, I hate to cut this short, but I'm being signaled down for a picture; I have to continue shooting. But I would love to catch up a little later in the evening, maybe when the party settles down a bit. Interested?" he asked.

"Certainly. Then you can tell me all about your photography," Maria said. Andre kissed her hand and winked at her before he took off; Maria sizzled with curiosity.

Later in the day, after Maria had become bored of the drunken advances from men who continued to flirt, she sought a quiet place to sit and observe Andre. On several occasions she noticed he pointed his camera at her, capturing her candid moments, and wondered what he was thinking. She studied him from a few stolen moments as he graced through the guests and caught glimpses of his passionate eyes speaking to her, begging for something indefinable. Their eyes connected for a few seconds and then Maria turned away, unsure of anything except that she wanted to touch his skin.

A sweet arousal penetrated into her pours. She felt clumsy when he directed his camera her way, smiling and winking at her. Maria stared back. The air became heavy, as did her breath and she felt her body weaken. The lanterns' light glowed around him and accented his defined muscles and square jaw line. Maria squinted her eyes and tried to focus on his deep-set turquoise eyes, but feared being too obvious. She noticed sweat on his forehead as he concentrated on his shooting and yearned to walk over to wipe it off onto her bosom. Baffled by her thoughts, she hid her blushing face and began to walk through the guests, silencing the conversations within.

Eventually Andre caught up with her. "Maria," he called, "Ready to leave the party and go somewhere quiet?"

"Thought you'd never ask! I've had about all I can take with these drunken guests."

"I can imagine. You'd think the bride would be the focus of the party, but I've seen quite a few eyes roll your way. You're quite popular with the men," he said as they walked away from the party.

"All wishful thinking, Andre. All wishful thinking."

"It's better to have hope than nothing at all, isn't it?"

"Yes, but only when there is hope. I am only a vision of hope for these men. There is nothing real they will get from me."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that is so. All they do is gawk and stare at my bosom. At least the older men have some respect, or maybe I just feel safer knowing that all they can do is look. The younger ones - they're the ones I run from because they think that the more they approach me, the more likely I'll change my mind and fuck them."

"Would you?"

"Would I what? Fuck them?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's certainly a bold question. You have wishful thinking too, Andre?"

"Perhaps," he answered. "But for different reasons."

"Really? And what would those be?"

"I would love to photograph you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. You have grown up into a beautiful young woman. A very sexy one, I might add."

"Thank you but I'm not much of a model. Besides, what's in it for you?" Maria became nervous when Andre hesitated his answer.

"I want to capture your beauty, your spirit."

"Oh, I see, beauty and spirit. That's a laugh. Exactly what do you mean by that?"

"What do I mean?"

"Yes, what do you mean? There has to be more to the photographer's eye than just the final image. There must be some passion driving your desire to capture what I have to offer."

"Very smart woman, too. I'm amazed at you Maria. You surprise me."

"I'm not trying to surprise you. I'm just trying to understand of why you would want to 'capture my beauty and spirit'. Why not someone else?"

"Well, if you must know… your essence is exquisite. Your skin reminds me of olives -olive trees are my favorite, you know?"

"Really, my skin is like an olive tree? Aren't they kind of boring and ugly?"

With laughter, Andre spoke, "Boring? Ugly? They're nothing of the sort. They are the true beauty of Italy. Everything about an olive tree is beautiful, from the sage colored leaves, to the twisted branches that grow wild in the wind. But the olive - it is a fruit to be savored. The olive delights the senses, enhances everything it touches; it takes new form and becomes oil that is rich with taste and aroma. Can you imagine the world without olives?"

Maria chuckled. "Since you put it that way, no, I guess I can't imagine the world without olives."

"You are the olive, Maria."

"Oh, please. You flatter me too much!"

"You think so?"

"Yes, I do, but I'll accept the compliment."

"Good, I'm glad," said Andre. "So, willing to pose for me?"

"Oh, Andre. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with posing for you. I get very camera shy."

Andre stopped and faced Maria. "I can direct you. It's not a problem. Listen, I've had this idea for a book, The Modern Goddess. I wanted to find women - beautiful women of course - who would pose for me. There's no nudes or anything like that so you don't need to worry that I'm going to pull something out of my hat. You just fit the image of this "goddess" I've had in my mind for years."

"God, Andre…a goddess? You can't be serious."

"Oh, I am Maria. Imagine this: strong contrasting black and white photos, where the "goddess" - you - jumps from the page as a sexy siren, dressed in something flowing, something feminine, but the appeal is that you're so divine that you don't look real, even though you are."

"What? You've got to be crazy!" Maria said. "I can certainly vouch for the fact that I'm attractive but in no way do I resemble any image of a goddess." Andre stopped, grabbed a tight hold of her hands and looked into her chocolate brown eyes.

"Maria, believe me, I am a man. I know what I see. I'm also a photographer with a trained eye. I know what I'm talking about. Please, for me…plus, it would give me a chance to look at you as much as I want," he said with a grin.

"As much as you
want? When's that? When you need a photo to jack off to?"

"Well…I didn't want to say that but…" he said jokingly.

"All right, I'll do it. But my goodness, you have to take me off your pedestal and please don't jack off to my picture."

"I'm not sure that's possible, but I'll try," he said. Maria was speechless and weary, yet unexpectedly excited by some element that Andre possessed.

Andre picked up his Leica and began to shoot. Maria felt paralyzed in front of the camera's eye. "I don't know what to do!" she exclaimed with a nervous laugh. "Don't worry," he said, "just be you. Keep talking. I'll click when I'm ready."

"Easy for you to say! How many times have you been in front of the camera rather than behind the lens?"

"Point taken. Do you want me to direct you?"

"Yes, somehow." More than direction, Maria wanted him to brush his skin up against
hers.

"All right. Then…dance," he said.

"Dance?"

"Yes, dance."

"I can't dance."

"You can't dance? Why not? I saw you at the party. I watched you all day long. You have a beautiful grace."

"I can't do it. I can't dance in front of you."

"Me? I'm the problem?"

"No, you're not the problem, just the…I don't know. I feel silly."

"So feel silly. I'm just like any other man in the village. I want a piece of you too. Flirt with me. Do whatever you are comfortable with," he whispered into her ear as he sneaked up behind her and brushed his skin against hers. She was suddenly struck by lightning in a brewing storm; her loins became instantly wet.

Malice In Lalaland

"No, Andre, you're not like every other man. If you were, you would have already peered your eyes at my cleavage --"

"But I have."

"-- in an obvious way or tried to undress me several times this evening. You're not quite the same." Andre stood with a puzzled look on his face, holding the camera in front of his trousers, trying to hide his growing erection. "Well, thank you. I'm quite shocked really. Never heard that one before."

"I'm surprised."

"Me too," he whispered. "You're a family friend. I respect you." Maria lowered her head to hide her disappointment. "Yes, a family friend. You're right. Thank you." She unexpectedly became introverted. Knowing that he only thought of her as a friend crushed her hope for more than a photo shoot. They tried again: Andre picked up his camera and he offered the best instruction he could.

"Maria, are you all right?" Andre asked.

"Yes, why?"

"You just suddenly changed. I thought giving you direction - instructing you - would help your tension."

"I'm sorry. I'm just slightly uncomfortable. I don't know how to be a sexy goddess."

Andre laughed. "You don't need to know how to be one, you are one. Be yourself. Why don't we just put the camera down and talk. Maybe that will help ease things a bit."

"Sounds good," she said with a smile.

"Do you know your lips look very erotic when you speak?" he said. Maria was puzzled. She looked up at him with weary eyes, unsure of how to interpret his question.

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well, Andre, once again you've left me speechless."

"I can do it again. You captivate me. I don't know what it is, really. The man in me – well that's obvious, isn't it? You're beautiful. My dick is hard! What can I say?"

"Andre!"

"What? It's true. Want to feel?" Maria hesitated trying to find a smart-ass response but couldn't think of one quick enough. "I'll pass for the moment, thanks."

"Shame," he said. Maria noticed the twinkle in his eye. Her body weakened as she felt an uncontrollable urge to kiss him but stopped herself. She didn't know what she was so afraid of but her pause became an uncomfortable silence.

"Anyway… the photographer in me," Andre continued, "Well, I am fascinated with the idea that a photograph can capture time. It freezes it. It's amazing! This goddess book idea, it's about that: immortalizing a woman. I want to capture the essence of a woman, her beauty and her seductiveness. A woman is translucent, yet complex; she has power."

"Power, eh?"

"Yes, power. Women have tremendous power."

"Interesting to hear that from a man."

"You did mention I was 'not like every other man', didn't you?"

"Yes, I suppose I did. Thanks for bringing that to my attention."

"You're welcome."

"So, women have power. Explain." she said.

"I was hoping you wouldn't ask me that."

"I know. That's why I asked. Keep going."

"Well... a woman has power. It's all about the sex really. Maybe it is our biological nature: the desire to fuck a woman, to take her and spread our seed. I know that sounds corny, but in a way, it's true." Maria listened acutely.

"A woman is the essence of life," he continued. "She brings life to the planet. She is nurturing to the world, as Mother Nature. I think a woman, really, is the one who possesses more importance than a man. She has the ability to say yes or no when it comes to sex, when it comes to giving birth, when it comes to anything. A woman controls men by the fact that she has the choice to say no. Maria, do you realize that the human race is the only species out of tens of millions on our planet that has developed an evolutionary conscious choice to turn down a male for sex?"

"Really? That's fascinating. Where did you hear that?"

"Actually, I read book on it. It's called Sex, Time and Power, by Leonard Shlain. I don't suppose you've heard of it?"

"No. I haven't."

"Oh, it's a fabulous book! Anyway, Shlain explains that females of the Homo sapiens line, have changed the course of the evolutionary process partly through their ability to say no to sex".

"Wow, Andre. I'm kind of shocked that you would have interest in something like that."

"Well...what can I say. I'm a jack-of-all-trades. I do love science though."

"I didn't know that about you."

"There's a lot you don't know, Maria. But I would like to share..."

"Well, then, keep going. You've gained my sincere interest. So women have developed the ability to say no to sex- thank God, I must add, but how does that give a woman the power when men claim the right over them?"

"That's exactly the thing, men have taken away that claim from women. I wish I could really get into it with you - about the book - but essentially, males were lost when the first females said no. Suddenly, they found themselves in a weak position because no longer were they able to have sex like before. Males suddenly realized that the female had the power, not only over the males' ability for pleasure through sex, but their natural right for it." Maria saw how intensely passionate Andre was becoming and that turned her on even more. Listening to him opened her eyes: she could learn so much more from Andre.

"Suddenly men were no longer left with the freedom of sex when the women were ready - which was enough of a wait for them - but they became confused because they were suddenly confronted with two strange questions: why will she not have sex with me and how can I get her to have sex with me? Males were baffled. There, the woman gained power!"

"If she had power, how did a woman lose it? Because we're not living in a world where women truly have power. It's a constant struggle between the sexes: men think they have it, while women know they have it but are unable to fully extract it."

"Exactly! That's the point," Andre continued. "When the females gained their independent, free thinking ability they gained a power they never had. It was then the battle of the sexes, the bitterness between them that determined the fate of a woman. She is looked upon as a beautiful sexual creature but one that must be tamed. Man created a diversion, a way to bring women down to a lower level, thus offering an option to their struggle of how to get a woman to have sex with them. Read it. It's in almost any religion, in our history, where women have been punished for being freethinking. African tribes rape women of pleasure by genital mutilation: the dark ages burned women at the stake because of their "black magic" which was based on a wide variety of false claims; strict Jews have a woman sexually to procreate; Muslim women are bound to the slavery of men - women became enslaved to men and slowly, women have been made to feel ashamed their intelligence, their gift of intuition and of their liking or wanting sex because men needed control over them."

"Damn! You left me speechless once again" Maria said.

Andre smiled. "Good. I like to leave a woman speechless, in any capacity I can."

"Really? So you can leave a woman speechless in capacities different than your passionate knowledge about them?"

"Well, I started it to understand women. You're all hard to read!"

"We know," Maria answered with a laugh.

"I know you know. That's why I started reading more, trying to gain an understanding of things. I had no particular direction I was seeking. I just started reading and learned a good deal about a woman. That's actually the problem with being a young man."

"What is?"

"Young men are still ruled by their penis. I am too, don't get me wrong, but as I matured I realized that to truly experience a woman is to understand how she feels, what she thinks, what she wants and only then, I think, a man can offer her immense pleasure. Maturity becomes about giving and sharing rather than taking. I'm much more capable of pleasing a woman sexually now than when I was twenty." Maria figured he was probably right and wondered what sex would be like with a man like Andre.

"You sound convincing...but I don't know," Maria said, trying to play with his mind. "It seems as though your young boy cockiness has turned into grown-up cockiness. Pleasing a woman is not difficult. However, a man only needs to learn how to give and she will offer more freely. The problem is that most men take rather than give. They take her for granted; they take her soul and think that a man's orgasm automatically leads to her satisfaction. If men realized
that there are levels to orgasm, each explosive in their own way, then the two can work together to experience new levels. "

"So you're experienced with orgasm?"

"Well... actually, no." Andre laughed.

"I wasn't expecting that answer," he said.

"Don't laugh at me! I've done my own reading...and talking to other women, wiser and older women."

"Oh, Maria, I'm not trying to put you down. It was just funny."

"Well, go ahead and laugh. Get it out of your system."

"So, may I ask you a question?"

"Shall I be worried?"

"I don't' know. Are you?"

"A little. Wipe off that grin on your face!"

"Okay, okay. Grin is off. Here's my question: when you said no, did that mean you haven't experienced an orgasm, or just the different levels of it that you described?"

Maria sat silent. She sighed and remembered her grave disappointment when he mentioned she was a family friend. Maria wanted to make a bold move and kiss him, but resisted, uncertain why. She had heard of the power of the orgasm and sought to not only experience it first hand, but to also understand it. Some women described an orgasm so powerful that they transcended into another consciousness - euphoria of some sort so vastly different in pleasure that their experience was as though they touched God. "An orgasm is coming in touch with the divine," Maria's grandmother told her once. Maria wanted to feel the sensation and pleasure that seemed so out of reach. If only she could make love to a man who was slower, more attentive and experienced. Perhaps then she could feel the gift Mother Nature intended for women to feel. Instead, she had only preoccupied her time with post-adolescent boys who were stuck in instant gratification mode. Maria felt as though she was their sexual toy, there only for their pleasure as she waited to understand what the big deal was. Maria felt stripped of her right to experience such satisfaction.

"Well, let's see. How do I answer this trick question?"

"You do not have to. I didn't mean to put you on the spot."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I'm not convinced."

"Didn't think you would be. I know that about you," Andre said with a smile.

"I'm glad I made an impression."

"So am I," he said. The salt moisture in the air and warm breeze soothed Maria's tension, but her deep desire to make love to Andre weakened it.

"You became quiet suddenly," he said.

"I know, I'm sorry. I got caught up in some deep thoughts."

"Tell me about them," he said.

"Oh, nothing. It's hard to explain. You know when you're having a conversation and then your mind drifts off into another place and time?"

"Yes."

"That's what happened."

"Doesn't matter, you can still tell me about that place and time."

"No, I can't."

"Why?"

"Because Andre! I don't' know you well enough to spill my heart out to."

"True, but you have to start somewhere, don't you?" After a small pause, he said, "God, you're beautiful, Maria."

Maria froze. She gazed into his eyes and became lost in the sea of his soul. She wanted to touch him and to kiss him. Andre's maturity and intelligence drove her deeper into his mystery. She wanted to uncover her depths with him and though she tried to challenge him, Maria knew he would know exactly how to satisfy her. Her resistance became annoying as she struggled with a decision to make a move or simply change the topic of conversation.

"Speechless again?" he asked.

"Yes," Maria said with a chuckle. "Speechless again."

"Don't move, you look incredible," he said as he picked up his camera and tried to capture her expression on film.

"Yes, Maria! Perfect! Great! Don't move," he said as she sat posing. She felt little choice: pose or continue the conversation. Between positions, Maria laughed at how silly she felt, but became fascinated by his passion for the perfect image and the fact that she was the star of his world, even if only for a moment. At least she would be frozen in time.

They laughed under a canopy tree with the coast in the distance. Maria relaxed even more and began to have fun with playing goddess for Andre. She noticed he captured her dress with a button undone and her lacy bra underneath. Maria's breasts were hidden beneath feminine white cotton, her olive skin contrasting beautifully; she began to understand what Andre was trying to achieve for his final black and white print. He photographed her with precision and intensity. Maria could see the concentration on his face as he looked at her not as a woman, but a subject. Andre's moves were professional but Maria noticed the bulge in his trousers.

"Undo another button," he said unexpectedly. Maria hesitated. "I'm sorry," he said, moving the camera from his eyes. "I didn't mean to say that. I guess… it's the photographer in me taking over."

"I'm not insulted, Andre. No worries." Maria said. She knew her eyes sparkled. She tried to give him a look that he could read "I want you." Andre hesitated when he noticed it and they both stared into each other's eyes unsure of the next move.

Without warning, or another instruction, Maria unclipped her bra and exposed her breasts. Andre looked dumbfounded, but Maria was intent on continuing her sexual rush. She thought about killing the whole photography session and taking the camera out of his hands. Instead, Andre fell to his knees and ripped her dress open, buttons flying in the wind. She closed her eyes, waiting… waiting for his lips to touch hers or his hand to caress her body, but nothing happened. When she heard a familiar clicking, Maria realized that he was focused on his idealistic goddess project.

With little left to do, Maria gazed into the camera. "Andre, put the camera down," she said.

"Huh? Put the camera down?" he said as he continued clicking the shutter.

"Yes, Andre, put it down."

"Just one more minute, you look beautiful."

"Exactly the reason to put it down." Andre stopped and looked at her lying in the tall
grass, exposed to him. "Put it down you say?"

"Yes. Is it really a dilemma?"

"Sometimes. I just want to immortalize your beauty."

"I'd prefer if now was not one of those times. Wouldn't you rather experience immortal beauty opposed to capturing it?" Andre noticed Maria's eyes looking at his bulge; he looked down to confirm it and then looked at her.

Suddenly, he grabbed a hold of her panties and pulled them down. Maria could not help being so forward, but she wanted him. She wanted a man; her first man and she wanted Andre to be the one. She put her arms around his broad shoulders and felt his masculine build as Andre moved in mad confusion, upward and downward. "You are incredible," he said, lowering his head between her thighs; she was like cotton candy: sweet and addictive.

Little did Andre understand how incredible he was. His grip was strong and masculine. His experience was clear as he flicked his tongue back and forth and in circular motion. He ate her with eloquence,changing his pace and moves as soon as she began to exude motions of a near climax and then suddenly withdrew, keeping her on the edge. Maria's body wanted to explode or implode; she did not know which. His tongue was firm and determined. Maria tried to pull away to have a moment of rest but he would not allow it. Andre then moved upward to kiss her and Maria smelled her own sweet aroma and embraced the lust it brought her as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. Fiercely, she licked his face like a mad dog in heat, feeding upon the juices of a rare feast. "This is a man," she thought.

They raced to undo his trousers. Without warning, Maria slid down and brought his penis into her mouth. Her hands stroked Andre while her tongue explored him just as he explored her. She slid his hard dick into her throat and embraced the smooth texture of the penis head, moving her tongue delicately against it. He tasted as refreshing as a peppermint candy cane that only came once a year. She was hooked.

They surrendered to one other. Andre entered her with gusto. His cock had a mission but he continued with slow, deep thrusts and listened to her moans. She sensed he tried to decipher the meaning of her moans by the way he paced his movements with her rocking hips. He let her guide him. Salty sweat from his forehead dropped down his face into Maria's parted lips. "More!" she begged.

He thrust harder and faster, harder, faster, over and over again until she gave him the sign he needed: her moans turned into screams. Maria's face squirmed and twisted with orgasm. Her body convulsed and tightened, while her mind spun in a cloud of ecstasy. Her orgasm was deep and powerful, like that of stories she had heard. Maria felt separate from the physical world; her soul danced and she felt as though she had discovered a higher plane, one that extended past reality. She had finally experienced her first orgasm.

Their bodies continued to sway in a continuous momentum until his orgasm forced a vocal song of fulfillment that echoed past the cliffs. He lay exhausted on her belly, taking in her fragrance and downsizing his satisfaction. She lay relaxed, tasting his cum on her fingers, and then Andre's photographer mind took over.

"Stay here," he said reaching for his camera. Maria's eyes were closed, hair damp from sweat and body drained of energy. She opened her eyes and saw him above her, camera in hand and clicking away. She would have preferred if Andre continued to lie beside her and talk. But he was only a man, still figuring out what a woman wanted and how to get her to have sex with him. It didn't bother her. Maria's curiosity of what fucking a real man was like was satisfied.

"You look divine," Andre said.

"I may look divine in your eyes, but in mine, I feel divine. I am divine. I am a goddess after all," she said with a smile.

"You felt a new level of orgasm, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Glad to be of service. I hope I can do it again."

"You just need to figure
out how you're going to get me to have sex with you again."

"A promise of another orgasm?"

"Mother Nature wouldn't have made it that simple."

"Why not?"

"Action, Andre. A promise is empty. Offer me more orgasms and I will offer myself more freely."

"I can do that."

"Perhaps."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, perhaps. What's in it for you? You can have an orgasm much more quickly than I. Why would you take the time and energy to offer me one?"

"The challenge."

"Challenge?"

"Yes, challenge. It is a challenge for any man to bring a woman to heightened levels of orgasm. For young men, pleasure is quick and satisfactory; for a true man, pleasure stems from offering the goddess what she deserves. Only then will she be more willing to offer as much sex as a man needs. Mother Nature worked it out perfectly, don't you think?"

Maria just smiled; she was delighted. Andre was not a boy, void of chest hair or thin strands on his pubis and ejaculating too quickly because he did not know how to control his excitement. Andre was a man, a mature lover. At that moment, Maria decided she would never go back to boys and continued her goddess power over her man.

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