God of Thunder.


He draws himself down, God of Thunder, wringing from me my need.

I am wet as rain.

Passion rolls like waves raising me up and slamming me down. The air is thick with electricity as the Thunder God pours himself out upon me.

I’m a limpid, blissful pool at his feet, worshiping that mighty power.

The dampness of my hair plastered to my neck.

The corners of my mouth turned up in quiet satisfaction, and a most wondering glint in my eye.