For those of you unfamiliar with the antics of the Tuesday Group, we gather and have interesting writing exercises in the Writing House at Allegheny College. During this particular meeting, two professors were present, and many people attended that usually don't. This time, they passed around pictures (photos and artwork) and random phrases. Of course, I happened to randomly pick a painting of two people lying together, presumably naked (It was mostly blue with large brush strokes, so it was hard to tell.). I also happened to randomly pick the phrase "behind closed doors." I knew I had to write some erotica. So I came up with this and managed to severely embarrass myself when reading it out loud, since I'm a real prude with a crazed imagination. This is the second RHPS story (ok, erotica) I've written, and I know my erotica stinks (because I'm a virgin and I have only my imagination to rely on). Oh well. All characters belong to the fantabulous Richard O'Brien. On to the story!
Behind Closed Doors
There he was, my dear brother, glaring at me with his sunken, sullen eyes. He drifted from the doorway to where I stood, dusting the ancient lampshade in the corner.
"Magenta, my sister." He traced my jawline with a finger. "We are home!"
"Oh, Transsexual, Transylvania!" I cried. "Riff Raff, we are here at last!"
"After all those years of slavery, the Master is dead."
"And Columbia..." I sighed, remembering my dear friend and lover, zapped to death for crying out in defense of the mighty and eccentric Frank N Furter.
"Yes." He said. "But we are alone now, behind closed doors. Let us be one."
Our palms met, rising high into the air, then down again, drifting apart and floating to our sides. Riff Raff wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I felt his warm, wet lips on my neck, and I teased his spine with my fingertips.
As if in a dream, we floated together, icy hands on fiery flesh, ripping off our space suits and kicking off our high heels. There we were, together again, swirling in a world of untamed passion.
Remembering the words of my ex-Master and abandoning my grief, I indulged in the madness overcoming me. "Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh..." I almost heard Frank sing.
Summoning the beast inside me, Riff Raff tasted every fold of my dark secret, pushing the button to ignite the bomb. I cried out as explosions of sensation pulsed through my veins. I felt him inside me, not just in my body but in my brain. He consoled me, soothed me, healed my grief. He was with me through my pain. In another burst of absolute pleasure, we howled before collapsing in a mist of ecstasy.
We lay together, heads swimming, and drifted off into paradise, behind closed doors.
THE END
Behind Closed Doors
There he was, my dear brother, glaring at me with his sunken, sullen eyes. He drifted from the doorway to where I stood, dusting the ancient lampshade in the corner.
"Magenta, my sister." He traced my jawline with a finger. "We are home!"
"Oh, Transsexual, Transylvania!" I cried. "Riff Raff, we are here at last!"
"After all those years of slavery, the Master is dead."
"And Columbia..." I sighed, remembering my dear friend and lover, zapped to death for crying out in defense of the mighty and eccentric Frank N Furter.
"Yes." He said. "But we are alone now, behind closed doors. Let us be one."
Our palms met, rising high into the air, then down again, drifting apart and floating to our sides. Riff Raff wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to him. I felt his warm, wet lips on my neck, and I teased his spine with my fingertips.
As if in a dream, we floated together, icy hands on fiery flesh, ripping off our space suits and kicking off our high heels. There we were, together again, swirling in a world of untamed passion.
Remembering the words of my ex-Master and abandoning my grief, I indulged in the madness overcoming me. "Give yourself over to absolute pleasure. Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh..." I almost heard Frank sing.
Summoning the beast inside me, Riff Raff tasted every fold of my dark secret, pushing the button to ignite the bomb. I cried out as explosions of sensation pulsed through my veins. I felt him inside me, not just in my body but in my brain. He consoled me, soothed me, healed my grief. He was with me through my pain. In another burst of absolute pleasure, we howled before collapsing in a mist of ecstasy.
We lay together, heads swimming, and drifted off into paradise, behind closed doors.
THE END