The Resurrection - Written with Slowgasm

An erotic adventure of epic proportions, written in understanding of each other's cadence and prose. We hope you have as much fun reading as we had writing it!
[/i]
Her metal beast, her rolling feet
Halted fast under the blackened sky
On this country road, a cough and groan
A cabin ahead, she prayed for a phone.

He had just sat down by the fire
Wine and book all set
When he heard a knock at the front door
There she stood all dripping wet.

With shivering shoulders, she stared at the man
Messy hair and five o'clock face
Handsome,in turn, from a toughened life?
He,her only hope, her saving grace.

He saw the weather had turned ugly
Foul to say the least
"My car broke down and I don't have a phone
And weathers not fit for man nor beast."

Come inside he ordered
He could see she was cold as ice
She stepped through the door and into the light
Her beauty had begun to entice.......

A small space, but safe she felt
Relief of warmth flushed her cheeks
She caught his stare, heart skipped a beat
She thought of sex starved hermit freaks.

Just then a flash of lightning
And the thunder let go
The power went out, shook the house
They were left with the fires glow.

They waited a beat
For another booming clap
When all seemed settled
They let out their gasp.

"I'm afraid the phone will be out,
But you're welcome to stay.
This may not pass till morning break,
A towel you need, by the way."

A moment to steal, she took in his form
While he kindly searched his little home.
Call it weather, night, or a stranger's place
A thrill shot through her flesh and bone.

He handed her a towel,
A silken kimono, set by the fire
"Warm yourself and give me your clothes
I'll hang them on a dryer."

As he went into the next room
To get bedding and some sheets
He saw her shadow dance by the door
Her sensuous, sylphlike, so chic.

Her presence now had taken
Quite a different view
6 long years of forced confinement,
No other women had he knew.

A burglary he did not commit
And for that he would not admit
Since a plea he did not volunteer
His name and integrity had been smeared.

As he Handed her a brandy,
She sat up in his favorite chair
He glanced down at her silken covered nipples
She caught his hungry stare.

Hurried down to quell her nerves        
The amber liquid, meant to be sipped
A prompt effect, her being was calmed
A glance confirmed, he'd become equipped.

To distract,she asked about a painting
Pointed high up the wall
The kimono had fallen open                                
She knew she'd bared all.

Unafraid, she locked him in
"Why I am here and you are there
Or how we are supposed to be, is a mystery"
He knew then to laissez-faire.

She spread her legs ever so slightly
Acquiescently he dropped to his knees
Like the faithful at a gathering tree
Her honey scent, a maddening tease.

She slid her buttocks to the edge
Guided his mouth to her sweet bean
Her chest heaving, breath became short
As he licked her gentle, began to preen.

A pleasure arch claimed her spine
As he sucked, kissed and drank her in
A whimper escaped, in her ecstasy
Her body in an unstoppable spin.

Drenched in her juices from silken folds
Not a breath dare be taken, uncontrolled
Arms wrapped tightly under thighs,
She looked down at obsequious eyes.

He felt her stiffen, her body lifted,
He took her home without permission
Grounding her pelvis with his hands
Her cry set free from quaking submission.

She felt him quiver with anticipation
As her mind came up for air
She couldn't resist, kissing his lips
Tasting herself, plunging her tongue, there...

His fury deep, he got to his feet
She freed him lickity split,
At full attention, showed her intention
Swallowing his pulsating prick.

Her mouth glided with ease, hands steady at work
His eyes rolled, thoughts pleaded 'don't end'
Deprived so long of gratification
He was being set free after being condemned.

In a flash, he had her on all fours,
A love slap brought forth sensual spirit
Her motion backed in to his rhythmic need,
Her passion he would now inherit.

Soaking his member, driving him forth
A rhythmic passion blossomed between
The connection of strangers and sexes
Grinding hard, blissfully unforeseen.

He flipped her over quickly, her arms he was pinning
Eyes intense, pupils immense, she starts cream'n
Contractions, convulsions, eruptions beginning
On a silent cry, he released his demon.



Epilogue

More interesting than the painting on the wall,
Raphael's 'an angel visiting a man on the inside',
Was the book on the table he was about to read
....sermons on suicide.

Was this fate that she showed up that night,
Or was it so much more?
As they collapsed and beheld
That the flickering light.

Like the Angel rescuing Peter from Jail,
She swooped in, embraced his strife
Daylight came and he knew she was gone,
Alas, she left him with hope and a new lust for life.