I am Nick's M & M's.

I am his favorite sweet, at least that's what he tells his friends. I wait quietly in the dark, biding my time until he has need of me. It is crowded and dark, my curves are pressed against the others - red, blue, yellow - but I am green. And you *know* what they say about us green M & M's. You *don't*?! Well, I'll tell you -- but wait!

Oh joy! I hear his approaching footsteps and I quiver in anticipation. Without preamble, the plastic covering is ripped apart and I tumble into his waiting hand. I watch as my friends meet their demise, hurriedly popped into his waiting mouth and devoured in haste. But I know my Nick, he likes to save the best for last. His hunger abated for the moment, he holds me in his palm and the warmth of his flesh softens me. I struggle against the feelings he invokes in me; he is so tender, so loving that I want nothing more than to give myself up for him, to melt against him ... but I dare not. To give in so easily would ruin our game.

And it *is* a game. Rolling me between his fingers, he lovingly traces my curves and I see him gaze adoringly at me. Finally, the moment has arrived. Oh, bliss! Gently he rests me against his tongue and rolls me to and fro. He moans in ecstasy and I know instinctively that he has closed his eyes with the pleasure of our encounter.

The moist inner recesses of his mouth eat away at my defenses and I am helplessly lost. I soften even more and with a last groan from my love I melt, my sweetness flowing across his tongue like a lover's release. At last it ends, I am no more. My life's purpose has been fulfilled, he is happy.

I am Nick's M & M's.

12-27-00

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