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Subject: {ASSM} The 2007 Christmas Specials (unfinished, asst codes and genres) TBD
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Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2012 09:10:01 -0400
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For several years, ending in 2007, I would decide to do some special
stories around Christmas time. The idea was simple: Do a story as a
gift for a specific person. Sometimes I'd ask them what they'd like,
sometimes I wouldn't.

2007 was the last year I tried this, and rl events caused me to leave
four of the stories unfinished or unstarted.

In no particular order, here they are:
====

For rache: A Furry First Time story. First romance, first kiss, first
penetration and...Furry!

Odd case, this one. The official story never got started. However,
much later, I did one that was pretty close, and dedicated it to her.
----

For Souvie I made the decision to reprise the characters in 'Taste of
Her Smile', the human version. The opening poem is the same one I
wrote for the original story.
--

2007 - Souvie

Decision made to reprise Taste of Her Smile, June 7, 2007

The 2007 Specials - Written Just for Souvie

The Taste of Her Smile - Reprise
----

The smell
Of her hair

In my mind.
She'll always...

Be there.

Wise eyes.
That know.

Her body speaks
Of love...

And us.

Lovers.
Mate.

She is one.
Who reaffirms...

Love is rewarded with love

As life
Goes on.

One thing
Is certain.

I will always remember...

The taste of her smile.

* * *

The wallet has changed several times over the years. But the first
thing put in it has *never* changed.

Her picture. The one with that special smile. The *satiated* smile
that only lovers share.

The 'new wallet' ritual hasn't changed, either.

As soon as we left the store we stepped to one side, out of the way,
and I handed Kira the new wallet. Then I pulled the old one out of my
pocket and handed it to her.

Very solemnly she took the her picture out of my old wallet and just
as carefully put it in the place of honor in the new one. She held it
up for my inspection and I smiled and hugged her. "Good."

She laughed and returned my hug then let go to finish moving
everything else. After a joint inspection to make sure everything was
out of the old wallet, she tossed it in the trash and turned back to
me. She held out the new wallet. "I believe this is yours, isn't it?"

I took it and opened it to look at her picture. "Why yes, it is mine.
Thank you."

Her eyes twinkled merrily. "You're welcome, my love." Then she kissed
me gently.

She walked back to the car. I floated.
----

For Esu, I decided to write something selfishly romantic.
--

2007 - Esu
---

As we settled on the bed I smiled and touched her lips with a finger.
"Tonight, love, it's my turn. Settle back and enjoy yourself. Be
selfish for once." I grinned... "Totally selfish."

Her face went through several interesting changes of expression before
she settled on pleased understanding.

Once I knew she understood I leaned forward and kissed her. Our mouths
opened and out tongues touched, then explored and teased each other as
we started the merging of desires that had become such a normal part
of out lives.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. Her hands slid from my back to my sides,
then, when she could no longer touch my sides, she started caressing
my chest.

Her fingers lightly teased their way through my chest hair. However,
tonight her touch was different. She didn't try to arouse me. She was
arousing herself instead, and we both knew it.

Satisfied that she really was being selfish, I began my own efforts to
slowly arouse her.

I shifted position and got to my knees beside her. With a light
pressure I asked her to roll onto her stomach. Then, in a rare role
reversal, I straddled her.

Her barely audible murmur of appreciation was enough to tell me she
knew what I planned.

Leaning forward, I worked both hands under her hair and started
masssaging her neck with light, teasing strokes. Sometimes, instead of
stopping at her shoulders, I let my fingers slide to the front of her
throat and then they would slowly slide forward on her chin before
they finished their journey by lightly brushing her lips.

Eventually I changed my movements and started working on her
shoulders. While my fingerskneaded the tops gently, my thumbs rotated
slowly while they firmly pressed into her flesh.

Right now my goal was to relax, not arouse her. The arousal would come
happen though. There was no doubt of that.

For now, we both knew she needed to relax. She needed time to savor
our love in ways we seemed to have so little time for.

I was lost to time. She was my universe. Her body was my contact with
the only reality that mattered.

Her shoulders told me when they had finished relaxing. I responded by
bracing myself, then I leaned back and stretched the kinks out of my
back. I rolled my shoulders a few times then twisted my head from side
to side to get rid of some of the tension that had built up.
----

Finally, I had to come up with something for Yotna. What else could it
have been, except about a man and a *new* Fembot? Total control, plus
lots and lots of details that I don't usually put in my work.
--

MFembot rom sex. SciFi
---

2007 - Yotna (June 7, 2007)

Some sort of SciFi MC?

Robot and Human?

Fembot and Human Male? possibilities...
--- 


Metalika
----

The shipping box had an uncanny resemblance to a coffin. Apt, I
suppose, since it contained what looked like a body.

It opened easily and I had mixed emotions as I looked down at the
'body'.

At least it met my visual specifications. Dark brown, almost black
hair framed the face. It wasn't young looking. Early middle age. It
had breasts that looked full and I knew they'd sag and look floppy
when it stood. Fine with me. I hated the perfection everyone else
seemed to demand. The pubic hair was trimmed, not completely shaved.

One final thing to check... I spread the legs and looked closely.
Damn. They'd actually managed to do it. The labia looked saggy, well
stretched and well used. Even the clit looked puffy and experienced.

I stood up and smiled openly. Then I laughed for sheer delight. They'd
built my dream woman. They'd protested, but money has a way of solving
problems, and I'd been lavish with it.

So... I looked, then frowned. 'Where was the on switch?'

I pushed and prodded, even going so far as to press the clit to see if
that was it.

Nothing.

Where the hell were the instructions?

I finally found them when I rolled it over. Someone with a sense of
humor had carefully tucked the memory card between its ass cheeks.

I was still chuckling when the menu came up.

I stared. 'The one step activation process consists of kissing the
android on its lips. Once activated, complete the entire voice
controlled personalization sequence before use.'

'Kiss it? Well, I suppose it is my Sleeping Beauty. But why a kiss for
turning on a mechanical object?' I shrugged and got up. It wasn't like
I wouldn't be kissing it and treating it like I would a flesh and
blood woman anyway. It just seemed... Odd.

I looked down at it and finally shrugged to myself. 'Turn it on with a
kiss.' Made sense I suppose. It *is* a pleasure android.

I kissed it. The eyelids jerked open and it focused on me. "DNA
sequence match. Personalization programming active. Do you have any
immediate changes?" I'd jerked back as the shrill voice knifed through
my brain.

"Yes! The voice is too high pitched!"

The next words were spoken at a lower pitch but it was still too high.
"Noted. Interactive voice pitch reprogramming active. Please state
your preferences"

I winced. "Contralto."

The voice dropped in pitch again. "This is the base pitch for
contralto. You may fine tune this by saying 'higher' or 'lower' until
the pitch is satisfactory. Speaking the word 'done' will finalize the
changes to the voice pitch."

A few adjustments later I was satisfied and told it 'done'.

Next up was what it should call me. "Frank."

The it asked me what it should answer to. Oops. I'd never thought
about it. I asked it it's designation. Maybe that would inspire
something. "Synthetic Metal Interactive Companion Android."

Ah! I had it. "Your name will be 'Synthia Metalika', I will usually
address you with the name 'Metalika'. " I spelled the names and got
the acknowledgement.

Then, it got tedious as it made me go through all the personalization
options.
====

Afterword:

If someone wants to use them as story starters, and either finish one,
or use it to inspire their own version, do it.

Oh.

The rl event that caused me to abandon these?

The heart attack in October 2007, mostly. 
======

End: Unwritten Specials: 2007

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