The Ghostwriter (Part 3)

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The heat escalating between my thighs woke me. “Percy?”Yes, my love. “Mmmm. Please don’t stop what you’re doing to me.” I spread my legs wider while knowing he had access regardless.I’m starving, Carolyn! Feed me your sexual energy!I lay in bed growing hotter by the minute, kicking the sheets off my perspiring body. He was arousing all my most sensitive parts at once, driving me towards that glorious edge I had come to know only a short time ago. My climax was fast approaching and my ache was deep. He often awakened me to a quick release and I would never tire of these electrifying sensations. Arching my back, I creamed in the darkness. So good! Coupling with him felt SO GOOD!It had been close to a month since Percy revealed himself to me. A month of utter bliss as he showed me love as I’d never known before. I did love him and I’ll never forget that night when he said he loved me too. Our lovemaking wasn’t typical since I was unable to physically touch him. I couldn’t, however, imagine anything more pleasurable than what I’d been experiencing. His Spirit lived within me; he possessed the ability to make me feel whatever he wanted me to feel. I came to realise how vacant my life had been before him. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that empty hole inside me would be filled in this peculiar manner.I pulled up the covers and basked in his presence. We usually talked after making love. Those were some of our best talks, actually. He enlightened me with his philosophies of life, having experienced far more than me. I was a sponge, absorbing it all as fast as I could. “Why me?” I asked him, having wondered since he joined with me that day in the graveyard. “Why did you choose me?”Why you? Carolyn, it had to be you!His voice stopped and my lips tingled from his sweet kisses. He continued, You are a new soul, not yet tarnished by this world, unencumbered by the teachings of the ignorant. “And you want to teach me?”Yes, there are so many things I will teach you, Carolyn. You must carry on where I left off – show this world how things should be.I had another question nagging at me, though. bahis siteleri This seemed like an appropriate time to interject it, but I feared I might insult him. Curiosity made me ask anyway. “Percy … should you not be in Heaven?”He didn’t readily answer me and I instantly regretted asking. Oh, please don’t let him find my question offensive.God and I do not see eye to eye, he finally voiced with a gruffness I hadn’t heard before.Suddenly, I felt ill, unidentified discomfort in my stomach. “I’m sorry if I upset you. Percy, my stomach-“I believe organised religion to be the worst form of hypocrisy. It seeks to oppress. And I will say no more on the matter.As quickly as it came, the waves of nausea left me. No doubt, I had angered him. Wanting to shake this uncomfortable feeling between us, I changed the subject. “Do you want to know why I was at your family gravesite, Percy?”You told me you wanted to be like me.”That’s true, but there’s more to it.” Tell me.”My professor told me to do something that scared me … and graveyards scared me.” There’s more. You’re holding back from me, Carolyn. I sense your hesitation.Dare I say it out loud? I knew I must. If I couldn’t tell my beloved, Percy, then who could I tell.”I refused to go to my mother’s burial.” Tears clouded my eyes as I thought back to that dreadful day. “My father needed me and I wasn’t there for him. I’ve never seen her headstone, brought her flowers,” my voice retreated to a whisper, “or said goodbye.”My dearest Carolyn … fear and regret eat away at one’s soul. You must right this wrong.””I can’t. Don’t you understand? I can’t go back in time.”You can visit your mother now. Take me to her grave. ~ooOoo~I drove to the cemetery and parked. Percy and I hadn’t talked on the drive. Despite my reservations, I didn’t want to risk upsetting him again, so I readily obeyed him when he told me to take him to her grave.I had to admit, it was easier this time to set foot on the gravesite, despite the nightfall. As luck would have it, a storm was rolling in too. There was a full moon. All the elements were in place for a terrifying visit canlı bahis siteleri to a cemetery, but for some reason, I was not afraid. Maybe it was knowing I wasn’t alone. I cautiously walked around in the darkness with my torch highlighting each tombstone I passed. Fortunately, it didn’t take me long to find Mother. Wow, Father had obviously splurged on the headstone, noticeably larger than those around her. I was somewhat surprised as he had always been a frugal man.Seeing her name unnerved me a bit, as if it made her death more final somehow. I tugged my coat tighter around me to keep out the sudden chill. Fear settled upon me.”Percy?”I’m here, my darling.He instilled the courage within me to bend down and read the smaller inscriptions. My name was listed as her daughter – her daughter who didn’t even come to her burial. The wilted heads of flowers hung towards the ground as if mourning her. I frowned, thinking I should have had the foresight to bring fresh flowers for her grave. What do you feel, Carolyn? Open your heart to this experience. I ran my fingers over the smooth granite, tracing the letters of her name, much in the same way I had traced Percy’s name on the Shelley family vault. Her face appeared inside my mind … and she was smiling at me. “I feel … I feel sad, of course. But, strangely peaceful too. Why is that?”You have faced a demon. One always finds peace when a weight has been lifted. Let me tell you a story about my wife, Mary. “I would love for you to share with me, Percy.” I always grew excited when he shared bits of his past with me.Sadly, her mother died shortly after giving birth to her and Mary struggled to reconcile with feeling responsible. She eventually found solace, of all places, at her mother’s gravesite. Many hours were spent sitting by her tombstone, reading, and writing. It became her secret hideaway from the world.”That’s incredible, Percy.” I had read about her and some of the unpleasant things she encountered during her lifetime but didn’t know about her mother. “Did she ever take you to her grave?”She did. We revealed our love for one canlı bahis another and I took her maidenhood on her mother’s grave. A very deep connection was forged between us that night. Despite obstacles, we vowed to be together. My body flushed with his intimate reveal. There was just something so … so eerily erotic about his story. You are aroused, Carolyn. I blushed, not knowing how to respond. At times his ability to sense my feelings was quite embarrassing.Your energy has aroused me as well. With those words, he embraced me in the only way he could. The wind had picked up, scattering the leaves, yet my body became warm. My skin tingled around my neck. He knew how sensitive my neck was. “Percy, I need you.”Bend over her headstone, Carolyn.What he suggested was wildly inappropriate. Here? On Mother’s grave? Yet, I wanted it. Wanted him. So, I stepped forward and bent over the slick stone, raising my skirt over my bottom. That wasn’t necessary, of course, but I wanted to feel the cool air caressing my warming thighs. He’s taught me how to embrace all my senses. “Percy!” I screamed into the night as he took me swiftly. Head-to-toe nerve endings fired. I clawed at the stone.Give yourself to me!I freed all inhibitions, lost my modesty. Every muscle quivered as he made love to me, warming my outsides and insides simultaneously. He dragged out my pleasure, edging me until I begged for my orgasm. By the time it came, my voice was hoarse from screaming. When it was over, I lay down on the dirt with my hand touching Mother’s headstone. My communion with Percy … almost palpable. He whispered in my ear, telling me he loved me. Sometimes in my lonely life, I had wished Heaven to whisk me up to its golden gates, but no longer.  ~ooOoo~The power to compose poetry arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it develops.It was phrases such as those which stole my heart. Percy’s intelligence and masterful use of language challenged me every day. No longer living as a hermit with my nose stuck in books, I explored the outside world … with Percy. He was especially fond of the water. He was surprised I had never learned to swim and as such, I wasn’t fond of boating. Consequently, he had to settle for walks along the harbour with me. On one such outing, he chose to talk about his tragic death.

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