Not quite.

The light and heat overtook Becca. She was eroded by pleasure as the small burn on her forehead surged across her body. Was she floating? Her innards trembled as her womanhood screamed, sang, wept, and raved. A sense of emptiness pervaded her and was quickly replaced by an explosion of pleasure. Her sanity was held suspended by a thin thread of consciousness. The Goddess touched her left nipple and her entire body tensed as if electrified.

"Julie- you- you-" The hand of the Goddess was on her slit and her cognition blinked out. She hung suspended while the Goddess serviced her organ with divinity. There was distant noise and a rawness as an indescribably soft, sensual hand rested on her left breast. It plied her flesh as the other one snaked deep, deep inside her. It was in her pussy, in her stomach, in her mind. She opened her mouth mindlessly and received a droplet of nectar fresh from the loins of the Goddess. Her mind shuddered to life and thoughts began to flow again as a ripple went through her, starting at her mouth and working its way across her body to her aching womanhood.

"You- you're-" she sputtered, unable to hear her own voice over the whirlwind around her. She managed to move toward the cabinet. In some deep place she felt her sanity slipping away as the Goddess bestowed pleasures her frail human form could not withstand. With a shaking hand she reached for the cabinet and opened the door. She dared not glance back at the Goddess - she knew that one look into those eyes would permanently erase her mind and incinerate her soul in the fires of lust.

With all of her willpower, she pushed her hand inside the cabinet and squeezed her fingers shut. She felt the coarse exterior of the thing against her palm and pulled as hard as she could.

In an instant, her mind was hers again. The whole world seemed to implode and she felt an impact, then... something. She struggled to remember what it was. Coldness? No, coolness. She felt a cool sensation on her- on her what? It wasn't on her pussy, or her tits. What else was there? It was her face. She had a face. A face, with a nose, with eyes. She was slowly remembering.

There were colors all around her. Some were white and others were brown. They made shapes. She focused on a red square. It was textured and had different pieces. It was a couch? It was her couch.

More pieces of her forgotten non-sexual being began to fall into place. She had collapsed against the cabinet. The cool, smooth wood was pressed against her face. She was Becca, Julie was her girlfriend. Julie was- oh God, Julie!

She tried to stand and her legs immediately buckled and gave way. She fell to the ground and began to crawl towards Julie. Her body felt like it had been vaporized and reconstituted; every inch of her skin was raw, every muscle burned with exhaustion. As she made her way to the **** woman, she tried to call to her.

"Julie?" she croaked, wincing at the pain in her throat. "Julie?"

Her girlfriend stirred, then sat up. She looked at Becca with watery eyes. "Becca?" she asked tentatively. "Was I... a god?"