Essence #151

The sun beating down,
it pales in comparison
to the burning heat,
passion flowing through his veins
when he’s lost in thoughts of her.
©AC Elliott, 31-Aug-18

Written in Tanka poetry form.


The Strip Club

It was late 1999, and I had just gotten divorced from my first wife. I was bored, so I took in one of the local strip clubs, hoping for a little entertainment on that ice cold night. It was an odd sensation, sitting there, watching the woman gyrating her hips on the stage. Why was it odd? After all, it wasn’t like I had never been to a strip club before.

In fact, I can remember going to clubs in Italy, where there was much more involved than just dancing. Places where the woman would put her foot on your knee, bring her pussy inches from your face, and let you watch while she used a toy on herself.

So, as for odd sensations, why was this time any different? That was easy. This time, I knew the woman on the stage personally. In fact, I knew her husband too. He was someone that I was stationed with, and was actually in my same squadron. That is what made the whole scenario odd. I knew that I could never look at his wife the same way again, not after tonight.

She had always been easy on the eyes, not a knock-out, but pretty just the same. One thing I always liked about her was that she was comfortable in her own skin. She was a little on the heavier side, thick, with large breasts and a big, round ass. But, she was comfortable with herself, and that is what mattered.

My eyes were riveted on her as she swayed across the stage. I’ll be the first to admit, I had often wondered what she looked like under those sweatshirts she always wore. In a flash, the bra that was barely containing her easily 38 or 40 DD breasts, was gone. I never had to wonder again after that, because I had an eye full.

She had me mesmerized, watching them sway back and forth as she danced on the stage. I was transfixed on her large areolas, and thick, erect nipples. So much so, that I almost failed to notice when she removed her thong…almost.

My eyes were drawn to her clean shaven mound, and when she got on her knees… I was done for. There she was, on all fours, giving myself and the other men in the room a view of her puffy lips, framed by her big ass. I knew then that I definitely wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way ever again.

After she had finished dancing, she made a bee line to the back room. A short while later, she reappeared wearing her thong and skimpy bra, and headed straight to my table.

“Hey,” she said, sitting down next to me.

“Hey, yourself,” I replied and laughed little.

“What brings you here?”

“Boredom, and an empty house,” I replied. “I’d ask you the same question, but, the answer is obvious.”

“Yeah, well…” she began. “I thought I would give it try. It was something I always wanted to do, but didn’t have the nerve to do it. Then, I needed to make some fast money and thought why not.”

“What does your husband think of it?” I asked her, knowing how much of an ass he was at work.

“He doesn’t like it,” she admitted. “But, he is away on temporary deployment. So, it wasn’t like he could stop me. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. There are a lot of creeps in here tonight, this was fun and all… but, I don’t see myself doing it again.”

“Sure,” I shrugged my shoulders. “What do you need?”

“Buy me a drink and a lap dance. That will take me to the end of my shift.”

Although, I probably would have bought a lap dance from her without her asking anyway, I certainly couldn’t turn down her request. So, I ponied up the money for a drink and a lap dance. We sat there drinking the drinks, making small talk, and then she pulled me into the private booth.

I assumed that she would just continue talking to me when we got in there. Knowing that she knew me personally, and was using this to keep from dancing with someone else. But, I was wrong, she gave me my money’s worth and it was worth every red cent too.

She gave me what was probably one of the best lap dances I had ever had, rubbing those glorious mounds over my face and grazing my lips with those hard nipples. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for me to get uncomfortable. By uncomfortable, I meant that I seriously needed to adjust myself, after all of her rubbing and grinding.

I was going to do just that too, adjust myself that is. But, she did it for me. I was shocked when she reached down into my pants and grabbed me with her bare hand.

“I’m not supposed to do this,” she admitted, wrapping her cool fingers around me. “But, you looked so uncomfortable, I thought I should lend you a hand.”

She straightened me up, gave me a few strokes for good measure, and then ran her thumb across the tip slowly. The sensation was unbelievable, having her hold me that way, looking into my eyes and rubbing my crown in slow, circular motions.

“Damn, you feel good,” she sighed. “Sometimes it sucks being married. You know?”

“Yep,” I replied. I probably could have said more, but, I was otherwise distracted at the time.

“Fuck,” she muttered, releasing my manhood and removing her hand from my pants.

She went back to her lap dance, but, it was different. After removing her hand from my pants, she set to grinding herself against me with a purpose. By the time she was done, she had me at the brink of cumming several times. At some point, she even placed her bare pussy lips mere inches from my face. I could smell her arousal permeating the room. It took all I had not to cross that line further and bury my face between her legs for a taste.

“Fuck…let me see it,” she said, after getting dressed.

“What?” I asked.

“Let me see it. I want to see what I am missing out on.”

I did as she asked, unzipping my pants and letting them fall to my knees. I think a part of me was still hopeful that she would change her mind, but, I wasn’t going to press it. So, I just stood there, bared and fully erect.

“Fuck,” she said, for the third time that night and then asked me to get dressed.

I saw her again several times after that, but, neither of us brought up that night at the club. Her husband had no idea that I had been there, and that is probably for the best. But, our relationship was never the same afterwards and there was a crackling of sexual tension whenever we were by ourselves. I still believe that if I had pursued her that night, she and I would have sealed the deal. But, I don’t have any regrets about the decision I made. At least I wasn’t at home, bored and in an empty house.

©AC Elliott (written in 2015)

The Psych Project (Short Fiction)

The first thing Sally noticed as she looked over syllabus for her psychology class was that a group project was to be completed. She absolutely hated group projects! What made this one even worse was the fact that it counted towards 25% of her grade. No matter how she felt about the project, there was no way she could afford not to go along with it.

Sally groaned inwardly when the professor began pulling names at random from a hat to assign partners. With her luck, she would end up with some boring, nerdy type. From the looks of things, when he drew her partner Michael, that is exactly what had happened. Glancing over at her new “partner”, he looked to be every bit of the type she was hoping NOT to be paired with. This was definitely not going to be an enjoyable class, or class project!

After the names had been drawn, the partners were able to spend a little time discussing their upcoming project. Sally watched as Michael pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose when he introduced himself to her. He seemed nice enough, so at least the project would be palatable at best. Clearing off a spot at the table, she motioned for him to have a seat, and the discussion began.

As they sat and discussed the various topics they could pursue for their joint project, she quickly became enamored with him. Despite his initial outward appearance, there was something that drew her to him. She didn’t know if it was his deep, soothing voice or the fact that he seemed so in control. Whatever it was, Sally found herself quickly agreeing to a joint project on submission. More importantly, how an independent, strong willed person could end up in a subordinate roll sexually.

That was how it began, and over the next 16 weeks they worked closely together studying the topic of dominance and submission. Over the course of time, he began asking her in his deep soothing voice to do things for him. When she did them right he was pleased, and when she did them wrong he was disappointed. He never used an unkind word, didn’t get angry in any way, but still the disappointment was obvious.

Before long, the soft requests slowly began turning into soft demands upon her. Sally found herself wanting nothing more than to please him. She wanted to make him happy and it was his approval that she desired above all else. It was amazing how much had changed over the last 16 weeks, and exactly what she was willing to do for him.

As Sally lay back on the window ledge, pulling her panties off in a public place, realization struck… she was the subject of their joint project…

©AC Elliott, 2015

The Exhilarating Ride

Legs clasped tightly
Straddling his waist
Sliding into position
Body pressed firmly to his

She can feel him throbbing
As her soft lips part slightly
Sliding gently, up his length
Caressing the underside slowly

His crown at her entrance
She shifts her body, feeling it
Penetrating her barely
Exciting her, stimulating her

Hand clasping him
Guiding him within her depths
Lips spreading, taking him in
Descending on him

Down she slides
Feeling him fill her slowly
Sitting straight up, wiggling
He slides deeper, now fully inside

Dropping forward, hands on his chest
Hair draped over his face
Rocking slowly, feeling him
Slide between her swollen lips

Thrusting back onto him, forcefully
Meeting his hips as he pushes upward
Penetrating hard, deeper inside
Cries of pleasure escaping, climax reached

Hands clasped together, collapsing against his chest
Bodies coming together with blissful exuberance
Mouth against mouth, tongues intertwined
Overjoyed from an exhilarating erotic thrill ride

©AC Elliott, 2014

Dance With Me

Dance with me, beneath the moonlight
feel the darkness, embracing us
tugging at hidden desires.

Dance with me, beneath the moonlight
let the moonbeams caress you
softly, with its light fingered touch.

Dance with me, beneath the moonlight
body against body, flesh against flesh
while I taste the passion, there, on your lips.

Dance with me, beneath the moonlight
and, surrender to the darkness within.

©AC Elliott, The Cracked Lens View, 2016