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Subject: {ASSM} Motif (MF First Time)
Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 22:10:04 -0400
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                         MOTIF

                        By Reavan

   She adamantly forced his wandering hand away and then wearily
again after it returned but at the third attempt she conceded
defeat as it gained the high ground, moving up under her
halter-top conquering the supple hill. Two fingers crossed the
aureole and then finding the protuberance, one circling it
gently.  She gasped from the strange new feeling of a man's hand
where only her own had dared before.



   Fervent promises of everlasting love breathed seductively in
her ear as lips nibbled the lobe followed by an imperceptible
whisk of the tongue and a gentle wind of heated air.  She
shivered with apprehension, not knowing whether from fear or
desire, as lips barely touching, caressed her long neck
interspersed with wet momentary contacts.  Those lips then moved,
fleetingly crossing the cheek finding hers.  She gasped again,
modestly turning her head inadvertently presenting the opposite
earlobe, for the whispering of more persuasive words.



   Her hands, mysteriously disconnected from her will - caressed
the back of this seemingly irrepressible knight on a white
charger invading her previously impregnable protective tower -
leading him on.  A sweet firm kiss on her neck resulted in her
lips parting as she uttered a long ecstatic sigh sending shivers
throughout her body.  Suddenly his lips were upon hers and an
alien tongue entered her warm inner wetness.  She froze
momentarily, shocked but unable to resist the daring intruder who
now explored her sacred inner sea.  Withdrawal became a non-issue
as the two adversaries twirled about each other, then becoming
playmates teasing and tantalizing in a passionate game of hide
and seek.



   Suddenly she realized that her hill was no longer occupied,
having been abandoned by an underhanded scheme to invade another
area of greater strategic importance.  Having landed on her knee
the interloper furtively and under the cover of camouflage gained
substantial ground in his strategy to conquer her virginal
forest.



   Initially, contact pleased the mound as the forward unit of
five digits scouted the sacred approach.  Her body's defenses
however, transmitted emergency signals, first to the mound, which
feeling stimulated ignored the warning and deliberately deceived
central control.  That center though, quickly raised the alarm
and called on drastic defensive measures.  Her right hand
caressing his back now become airborne on a defensive maneuver,
converting to a battering ram as it landed, forcing a hasty
retreat.  There was no resistance until the invaders had fallen
back to the knee, once there they refused to budge.  A truce was
called on the condition that all hostilities would cease and the
delectable approach to the mound became a designated
no-digit-land.  The control center was not satisfied and thought
the truce was precarious at best but the mound relishing the
titillating signals from the knee thought it would be safe to
enjoy them because of the truce and managed to appeased central
control.



   Meanwhile the game in the warm sea above had halted and
another assault on the neck was in high gear.  That led to
another duel in the sea, which central control reluctantly
accepted, provided the truce at the knee was strictly adhered to.



   Before long however, central raised the alarm again.  The
invader had moved onto no-digit-land, breaking the truce and
advanced to within a few digits of the forest mound.  The thighs,
which had been seduced into spreading innocently to allow the
five titillating digits access, now slammed shut on the digit
carrier.



   Her hand was again instructed to fly a defensive maneuver but
was only able to clasp the invading carrier's line of support



   Central now sent emergency signals to the hips twisting and
jerking them desperately.  The danger could have been foiled, had
it not been for the cowardly conspiracy of the mound, which now
began to negotiate independently with the hypnotizing enemy for
an honorable surrender.



   The invading five digits retrenched slightly and then dug into
the softest part of the long approach refusing to budge.  The
duel in the sea became gamely again while her hand eased its grip
on the line of support and his returned to his back.



   Central control was now desperate and proceeded to flash
images into her mind's eye.  She saw a young virgin in a wedding
dress walking up the isle; her mothers face when she gave her
that speech about the bird's and those irresponsible and
dangerous bees; her priest in the confession booth; rice being
thrown; a groom carrying his bride to the bridal bed and finally
blood on a white sheet.



   The forest mound persisted with its negotiations, nodding,
with the help of a cooperative pelvis, to the enemy entrenched so
close to approach with its titillating extremities.  Central
still controlling the thighs and some abdominal muscles
desperately attempted to thwart the enemy's progress by slamming
the thighs shut and twisting the hips.  A slow but determined
forward crawl by the five however, numbed the nerve endings in
the entire inside thigh, generating electrifying shock waves
reverberating though the entire lower body region.



   Another daring foray made it possible for the digits to dive
under the mounds protective camouflage and bury themselves in the
thick bushes. Central now made a last ditch effort to save the
day by shaking the entire body but to no avail.  The intoxicating
delight felt by the mound having capitulated to the invaders, now
spread like wildfire through the adjoining regions culminating in
a loud eruptive sigh from the upper sea.  The mound being
actively explored by the digits now assumed control of most of
the body.



   One digit accidentally stumbled into a long hot canyon. 
Finding and touching a small hill set of a violent quake through
the entire body resulting in an even louder eruption from the
upper sea.  The digit continuing in its quest and then nearly
stumbled into a deep well, oozing with a deliciously honeyed
nectar.



   Sending a message back to its own control center for
permission to submerge, the digits were ordered to fall back and
make preparations for a more powerful weapon better suited for
such an operation.  The five digits obediently regrouped and
proceeded to remove the mounds camouflage cover. Her pelvis,
having defected to the enemy, readily cooperated by lifting the
lover body and the thighs closed reluctantly but only temporarily
to facilitate the removal.



   Having completed its task, the digits received orders to
uncover and prepare the missile for immediate deployment.  Its
cover was quickly unzipped and opened; revealing the one-eyed
monster fully engorged and being loaded for firing.  The
protective cover was peeled back by the dexterous digits exposing
the monstrous mushroom warhead.  The dept charges for the coming
underground exploration was brewing in two chambers below the
fierce weapon.  The digits now clamped on to the lethal missile,
guiding it to the recently discovered well.



   After aiming the throbbing warhead to the hot oozing well, the
digits, their mission accomplished, traveled up to the soft hill
it had originally conquered as a diversifying tactic, sedating
the body for the brutal submersion of the warhead.



   Words of true love and solemn promises were now exchanged
though the seas.  Her apprehension about his future intentions
was temporarily extinguished by the euphoria of the moment. 
Central control was now totally disabled save only for the basic
life support systems.



   She now capitulated completely; setting aside all doubts and
resistance as the warhead gently tested the rim of the well. 
Suddenly in one quick stroke, the warhead itself penetrated,
ripping and bloodying the thin protective covering.  Another
powerful trust and the entire missile rammed deep into the well.
There was a loud shriek in one side of the sea and a triumphant
groan in the other.  Her long fingernails dug into the
perpetrators back, half in revenge and half in relief that the
long feared ordeal had become history.



   The missile now launched a piston movement, picking up speed
like a steam locomotive departing a railway station, priming the
dept charges. The seas parted, as the one side began a series of
egotistical grunts, timed to the movements of the missile.  The
other side, gasping at first then with lips wide open, moaned
like a mercenary wailing women at an Irish funeral, since that
function was still directed by central control.



   The grunts and the piston strokes slowly increased to a fever
pitch, those strokes however began to be perceived by the
receiver as being more of a battering ram.  Doubts from central
control began to introduce the realization that the mound had
committed a treasonable act.  All defenses were down however and
the enemy invasion was now irrevocable.



   That speed and the resulting friction of the missile now
reached a critical stage where the pressure on the ammunition
chamber relief valves below, rose to the bursting point.  The
explosive charge erupted in an unstoppable surge in three
separate volleys; the recoil resonating throughout the enemy's
body like a drug induced rush.  The warhead ejected the charges
deep into the well, propelling their contents, containing
millions of little charges into the depths where they searched
and competed for a medium with which only one could join and
initiate a mutual replicating process.



   The moans and wails slowly abated as the rush wore off and
reality set in.  Central control now slowly regained control of
her entire body and then for spite commenced to flash images to
her mind's eye again.  This time she saw a bride in street
clothes at city hall; her mother crying; her priest crossing him
self and a cheap motel room with no blood on the off-white
sheets.

   Reavan 

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