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Subject: {ASSM} And Now For Something Different... by Delta Venus
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And Now For Something Different... - a Story
  by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009


The vibrations were right, the very air thick with them. The rhythmic
movements of their dancing, matching each other seamlessly, mirroring
complicated patterns that spoke deeply of sex, were hypnotic,
ritualistic. Normally she was wary of male attention, as many larger
females are. She did not believe anyone could be truly attracted to
her, and she distrusted their intentions. Tonight, though,  she had
been compelled to seek out someone, and never mind what his intentions
were, so long as her own raging needs were met. She had found him. Now
they danced.

The dancing was enough. This one knew how to pay attention, how to
move with grace, he could not fail to bring pleasure, he was worthy. A
secluded spot was found, away from spying eyes, and the lovers began a
different dance, decidedly more intimate. She now lets him touch her,
soft gentle caresses over her sultry curves, slowly working towards
her nether regions. He has the touch. His every gentle wavering motion
is magical in its sensuality, and she feels herself responding deeply,
instinctively, yielding to him without hesitation or reservation.

He mounts her with confidence, their organs seemingly destined to this
intertwining. Their frenzied motions as they ride a wave of exquisite
sexual energy bear little resemblance to the earlier slow dance
movements they shared, but the basic patterns are there, primal,
driving. This deviant, hectic dance of desires ultimately delivered
raises them both up, the energy of their passion almost sparking,
electric. She feels the flow, the very force of their fucking,
fighting the flimsy containment of their physical bodies, finally
freed in an explosive orgasm of furious intensity...

He is still awash in sensation, caught up in rapture, as she languidly
moves to bite off his head, and begins to eat him, basking in the
afterglow...

     *     *    *

"EEEEEWWWWWW!" screamed Mrs. Nelson's Third Grade Class, their faces
pressed up tightly against the display case glass.

"As you can see," the tour guide expounded, "After this species of
spider completes its mating ritual, the female devours the male..."

               DV

http://deltavenus.smutisp.com/

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