Biblical Erotica
"Samson Agonistes Redux" a sex story by Oxartes
*Author's note: As I see it, the Bible has a low center of gravity, i.e. if you poke
(fun) at it (within limits), it won't fall down. Treating it like it
was a Ming Dynasty porcelain vase (i.e. so delicate and fragile that it
must be placed on a high shelf and can only be handled very rarely
& with great care) does it a disservice & makes what should be
the most accessible book in the world the most distant. As someone who
treasures the scriptures, I mean NO disrespect & am just trying to
flesh things out (LOL!) and make the people & events come alive. I
see myself kind of like God's court jester: His Majesty keeps me
around, tolerates me & lets me say outrageous stuff because He knows that I love Him & am His most loyal subject.
A flash-fiction treat based on Judges 16:15-30 With apologies to John Milton; see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samson_Agonistes
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Delilah sat astride Samson and held his cock, lightly tracing a finger up and down the underside. "Well?"
"Please Delilah," he begged, trying to take his eyes off her breasts, "I can't."
"Ohhh, that's too bad." She raised herself slightly and brushed the tip of his cock over her sex, holding it just close enough to touch her pussy.
He writhed in agony.
"How can I share with you the secrets of my body when you won't share with me the secrets of your heart? And you say that you love me?!" She slipped his glans inside her.
"Delilah...ohhh...please...I can't."
She slipped it out.
"No...not again. Please," he whimpered, "It's been over three months."
"One month for each time you lied to me. That was cruel." She held his cock against her wet pussy and slowly stroked the shaft. His cock throbbed. "Well, think it over." She started to slip him inside her again but rose up to climb off of him.
"Wait."
Delilah turned around and prepared to ride him, facing away from him. She spread her lips and held his cock to her cunt. "Yes?"
"It's my hair."
She plunged down on him. "Yes?"
"Cut it off, cut it off! OHHH!!!!" His body heaved in orgasm.
Samson flailed in ecstasy, shouting uncontrollably as he came inside her. Delilah stayed with him, grinning in lurid delight as she mercilessly rode his thrashing body. She held out a strand of her hair and made a scissors motion with her index and middle fingers. The Philistine spy looking in the window smiled and disappeared from view.
Delilah rode Samson until he was completely spent. He lay beneath her, moaning incoherently. When she felt his cock soften, she stopped moving, climbed off of him and cleaned herself with a rag.
"Come here Samson," she cooed and sat down next to him. She placed his head on her thigh.
"Thank you Delilah," he mumbled weakly, "Thank you."
"Shhh, go to sleep my husband."
He hugged her naked waist and fell fast asleep, lost in an intense, post-orgasmic rush.
The Philistine came back in with a pair of scissors.
*
Samson stood, bound between the columns in the Temple of Dagon in Gaza. A riotous Philistine orgy was in full swing. The Philistines delighted in taunting their prisoner and in mocking his God.
"Dear God," Samson prayed, "Remember me, I pray You, and strengthen me, I pray You, only this once, O God, that I may be this once avenged of the Philistines for my two eyes and let me die with the Philistines."
"Oh, stop mumbling you blind wretch!" a Philistine said, "I believe you...er...know Delilah here."
Delilah laughed.
Samson jerked his head up. "Thank you Lord."
"What are you thanking Him for?" Delilah asked.
"That you're here."
Samson pushed on the columns.
Originally published April, 2008