Essence #52

He slips into the abyss
where darkness engulfs him
in its icy embrace.
He can feel it threatening to cut off
his breathing,
and although he is unable to scream,
she can still hear his silent cries.
That’s when her light
penetrates his darkness
and her hand pulls him free.
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© AC Elliott, 19-Oct-17

Written using Free Verse poetry form.

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Taste My Hunger

I can feel it welling up
deep inside
Rapidly overpowering
my thoughts,
and completely consuming
my body.
I’m filled with a desire
barely contained,
and a passion so great,
that I can feel the heat
tickling at my throat.

I’m engulfed
by a raging inferno,
the hot flames threatening
to burst forth,
wanting to lick
your succulent flesh,
and let you taste
the hunger that resides
within me.
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©AC Elliott, 2014 (edited 18-Oct-2017)

Essence #51

Her screams of pleasure
echoed throughout his waking dream.
It left him in a state of arousal
that had his heartbeat
thumping in time
to the pulsing of his manhood
which was hardened, primed
and ready to explode—
the slightest touch would cause him
to come
undone and unglued with a roar.
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© AC Elliott, 18-Oct-17

Written using Free Verse poetry form.

Back from the Dead

Ok, so, my short break is over and I have returned to the land of the living. However, now, I almost wish I were still locked in one of those haunted houses. After all, it is much more fun than coming back to deal with the “real world”. Especially when I have 560 emails from work that are vying for my attention, along with many other real world issues…such as a new grandbaby that is scheduled to arrive any time today! 

That being said, my writing/posts will still be limited today. However, in the meantime, here are some fun pics from the weekend…

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© AC Elliott, 18-Oct-17

Time for a Short Break

Well, it’s that time of year again where I take a short break and hit all the haunted houses (and ghost tours) I can in a 3 to 4-day period. This year, I am headed further south (Florida) to take in some new haunts. Look for me to return mid-week, until then… this site will be as quiet as a tomb.

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© AC Elliott, 13-Oct-17

The Man (Part Four)

As she stood up, she felt the man put his hand on the small of her back. He ushered her through the room and into his bedroom, his hand never leaving her. In some way, it provided a small amount of comfort, especially since inside she was in an uproar. She battled the desire to go through with it and the uncertainty of why she was even agreeing to any of this.

His bedroom in comparison to the rest of the place, was nothing like she expected it to be. It was sparse, with only the bare essentials in the room. Still, even in its simplicity, it was absolutely beautiful, with the centerpiece being the King Sized wrought iron bed in the center of the room. The ornate designs on the iron was absolutely breathtaking to behold.

“Do you like what you see, Melissa?” he asked, leaning forward and whispering in his soft voice once more. She didn’t know what turned her on more, his voice or the hand that had now slid down to rest on her backside.

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to squeak out almost inaudibly.

“Speak up, my dear,” he replied, his warm breath tickling her neck.

“Yes, Sir, I do,” she said more boldly.

“Good,” he replied, and then ushered her with his hand towards the bed. “Get on the bed, Melissa.”

She knew she must have looked a little bewildered at first. Especially since, besides the torn thong that hung between her legs, she was still completely dressed. He must have picked up on that too, because his hand continued to guide her to the bed, “I said, get on the bed, Melissa. Please don’t make me repeat myself again.”

“Yes, Sir,” she gulped and slid up onto the bed.

“Face away from me, and grab the headboard,” he instructed her.

Instinctively, she wanted to ask…’What?’, but then she remembered his admonishment about not making him repeat himself. So, she did as he asked, sliding into a kneeling position and grabbing the wrought iron headboard in her grasp.

“Very good, Melissa,” the man said, opening a drawer on the bedside table.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him pull out a pair of leather cuffs. Simultaneously she felt her breath catch and her core become suddenly hot and wet. She didn’t know what to do as the man joined her on the bed, and wrapped her left wrist with the leather cuff. Before she knew it, he had both hands cuffed to the headboard. ‘Why the hell didn’t she say no!?’ was the only thought in her head.

“Can I ask a question, Sir?” she said, rather boldly.

“Of course you can, my dear,” he told her, stroking her hair back gently and exposing her neck.

“What about my clothes?” she asked in what she knew sounded like smartass amusement.

She felt his hand tighten in her hair, as he roughly pulled her head back. He turned her head to look into his eyes. What shocked her was there was no malice in them, no anger, just a slight twinge of disappointment.

“Don’t take that tone with me, Melissa,” the man said in his even tone. “I will take care of removing your clothes. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed to breathe out.

“Very good,” he replied, releasing her hair from his grip. “I just want you to know Melissa, you can stop this at any time. All you have to do is say the word.”

“What’s the word, Sir?” she asked, almost breathlessly.

“You tell me,” the man said with a smile. “What can you remember to say when you want it to stop?”

“Blue,” she quickly responded without thinking. “Blue, Sir.”

She watched him pull a knife from the same dresser drawer that the cuffs were in. “Ok, there you go…blue it is,” he replied, pulling the knife from the sheath. “Now, to take care of those clothes you’re wearing.”

(To be continued)

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© AC Elliott, 12-Oct-17