Writing in Bold

let me write on you
with a stylus-
my hard, taut phallus
pressed into your flesh
leaving a trail
of its milky ink
over your skin
marking on you
in bold
©ÀC Elliott, 2016



Your submission I must see
Knowing you belong to me
As I take you over my knee
Now count as I spank,

You’re craving your fix
Of pain and pleasure intermixed
Getting your forty licks
Now count as I spank,

In fate’s grand design
The stars were aligned
When you became mine
Now count as I spank,

Can I hear an amen
When I get to number ten
You lose count and then
Count as I spank,
As we begin again

©AC Elliott, 2015

Tickling Tongues of Blue

Flames rage, burning hot, tickling tongues of blue
Bodies caught in the heat of sinful desire
Sweat pouring out fast, soaking them through and through
Feeling the pain and pleasure of passion’s fire
They grip one another and grasping, hold tight
Fearing to let the other out of their sight
Though the desire may serve to drive them insane
Losing the other would bring about too much pain

©AC Elliott, 2014

*Written in Strambotto Romagnuolo poetry form

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

Passion’s Heat Rising

Skin shining, glistening with sweat
Sheets tangled, forcefully pushed
Off, away from the heated flesh
Seeking relief found in cool air

Bedroom window, thrust open
A light cool breeze flows through
Gently caresses our naked flesh
Like soft breath of a lover

Moonlight illuminating the bed
Exposing you, my hungry eyes
Feasting on your naked flesh
Growing hard with arousal

Your nakedness is alluring
Skin slick, wet, it is dripping
Beads running down your breasts
Cool breeze hardens your nipples

Feeling a growl, building up
Rumbling deep within my body
Desiring to have you, again
Feel the heat engulfing us

Naked flesh, slick with sweat
Limbs tangled, intertwined
Mutual desires consuming us
Passions flames licking hot flesh

Your damp, slick hair, tangled
Gripped tightly in my hand
Penetrating from behind, growling
Your heat, wrapping me tightly

A dog howls, outside the window
Like she can feel the intense heat
Escaping out the cracked window
Steam rising from our naked flesh

Our hearts racing, thumping in rhythm
Passionate love making, skin glistening
There may be a cool breeze outside
But, passion’s heat rises in the bedroom

©AC Elliott

* Inspired by the song “Crack the Window Baby” by Tony Joe White (linked to Spotify)

The Patient Man (Part 2)

Paul couldn’t help but admire the view as he approached her. The way she was spread open for him was so inviting, and in many ways, quite distracting. It would be easy to just relent, and admit defeat, just to be inside of her. But, he could be just as stubborn as she was intent on being, besides…it wasn’t a part of the plan.

Stay focused, he thought to himself, this is going to be a long, fun night.

As he stepped up to her, he ran his fingers lightly over her exposed ass cheeks. He smiled, tracing the red welts gently with his fingertips, and watched the fire get brighter in her eyes. Their time had started much earlier in the evening, even before they had entered the room at all. In fact, her being in the swing was the second part of the night.

While they were becoming more comfortable being in each other’s presence, up until that evening, there had been no impact play at all. Not that he hadn’t wanted there to be any, they just took their time building up to that moment. Their days had been spent getting to know one another, and take in the local sights, while their nights had been spent getting to know one another on a more intimate level.

Then, what had started as heavy petting during an early evening quickie, escalated to another level entirely when he had smacked her bare ass playfully. That one smack had flipped a switch in them both, igniting their desire for much more. He could still see the look in her eyes after that first smack, and how she arched her back, raising her backside up for more.

He had been more than willing to oblige too, bringing his hand down on the other cheek tentatively testing the water. The look she threw him had said volumes, more than anything she could have said verbally. More, harder, the fiery look read as she wiggled her ass seductively, and that was all he needed to know.

Soon after, Paul was beating a steady tattoo on her round cheeks, watching them turn red as her yelps of pain turned to moans of pleasure. He loved the feel of her flesh beneath the palm of his hand, and the resulting sting from each hard smack. The smell of her arousal permeated the room as moisture began forming on her folds.

Pausing, he slipped his long fingers between her folds, and sheathed them in her velvet embrace with a single thrust. The urge to take her right then had been overwhelming to say the least, especially when he felt her clasp hard around his fingers. However, she must have seen the glint in his eyes when she looked over her shoulder at him.

“The room,” was all she said, and they both knew what that meant.

Now, here she was, bound and spread on the swing she had lovingly caressed just a couple days prior when she was shown the room for the first time. They had discussed this room many times over the past several months as he was getting it setup. Their safe word was long established. It was to be their escape, where reality was put on hold and left at the door, even if only for the time they were immersed in one another.

“Are you ready?” Paul asked her, running his fingers along her inner thigh.

(To be continued)

© AC Elliott, 14-Aug-18