Message-ID: <41974asstr$1050919807@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <newsmaster@cox.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry <Hammonwry@Spamtrapyahoo.com> Reply-To: Hammonwry@Spamtrapyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <m396avsaut7sq555iupu5i5pc1fkgkr0kh@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 18:59:53 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 22:59:53 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 25, 2003: Piratical Adventure Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 06:10:07 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41974> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Saturday January 25, 2003 Note: Due to copyright laws, I am hesitant to include the definitions and pronunciations of the words of the day. I have provided the websites for each so that you can look up the words for yourself. Dictionary.com provides a free utility call "Clever Keys" that allows you to highlight an unknown word, hit CTRL+L, and it will take you to that word on their website. You can find it here: http://www.cleverkeys.com/ck.html?p=home&os= This is an excersize in writing discipline. I am trying to get into the habit of writing something every day. I figure if I use the words of the day from two sources in a sexual context, I will have inspiration and motivation. And now, on to Hammon Wry's Words of the Day! (C) E. Howe 2003 All rights reserved Dictionary.com's word of the day: consanguineous http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=consanguineous M-W.com's word of the day: portmanteau http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=portmanteau "...Captain Jacques-Pierre Percival considered his prize. She lay hog-tied on the deck of the cabin, her skirts hiked up to reveal the snowy fabric of her pantaloons. He reached down and flipped the expensive material of her gown back to reveal what he knew of women's undergarments: The pantaloons indeed had the split that ran from belly to butt to facilitate the use of the privy. How opportune in other situations, as well! He nudged the edges of the fabric aside, and noted the auburn curls of her mons venerus were trimmed and shaped. Freshly done, probably during this morning's toilet. No stippling of the milky skin under his fingertip along the outer edges of the patch. A glance at her clothing revealed stains on the fabric from the filthy surface on which she lay in a swoon. He would have the idiot who did that whipped--the dress was probably ruined, and would no longer fetch a good price when sold. Her eyelids fluttered, and an inarticulate sound was heard behind the sailcloth and rope in her mouth. She returned to consciousness slowly. The bit of fluff was a kidnap job. Her uncle wanted to gain control of the estate that she was to rightfully inherit. "It's most severious that she disappear utterly, do you understand me?" Alcohol had slurred the uncle's words forming the portmanteau. "Apparent consanguinity forbids that I marry the wench and take her property. She stands in the way of my rightful share of the estate. All of it." "What do you want done with her?" The fop had blinked dully. Curse the man for his love of port wine and opium. "I don't care. Kill her. Sell her into slavery in the brothels of Brazil. Keep her as your own toy. I don't think she would survive your tender mercies for long, brother. She is a delicate flower. " He stopped to take a pinch of snuff, and sneezed politely into an Irish linen handkerchief edged with Brussels lace. Jacques-Pierre shut the door on the memory of his half-brother, and regarded Lady Miriam with an eye for profit. True, she seemed delicate. She'd fainted when he came into the cabin, coiling the whip in his hands after using it on the impertinent fool outside. In a way, it made his job of examining her easier. Her hair was auburn, long and dark, hints of red visible in the dim candle flames. Her bosom heaved in the prescribed manner of damsels in distress everywhere. She was altogether lovely. No doubt she would be lovely in the altogether, as well. 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