Message-ID: <41978asstr$1050923406@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: <nb86avs568ie7d8r7ksjmur2l7vbv229sb@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 18:50:45 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 22:50:45 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 24, 2003: Piratical Adventure Date: Mon, 21 Apr 2003 07:10:06 -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/Year2003/41978> 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 Friday January 24, 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: scuttlebutt http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=scuttlebutt M-W.com's word of the day: argy-bargy http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=argy-bargy "...Lady Miriam Elspeth Hortensia Rogers-Whitlow awoke to the creak and groan of a wooden deck, and the sound of voices arguing on the other side of the bulkhead of her confines. She tried to roll over , but found that she was tied like a basket, arms behind her and wrists affixed to her ankles. Her skirts, so carefully pressed that morning, were in a state of disarray. She blushed as she realized her dishabille. To further confound her situation, she was gagged with a wad of sailcloth that was dry and scratchy, and held in place with a length of hemp rope that rubbed her tender skin raw. In all her tender years, she had never imagined that she would be kidnapped on the very morning of her 18th birthday, taken from the garden by a band of robustious brigands. She suspected that it had to do with the fact that she would have been inheriting her late parent's estate. In fact, she was fairly certain that her foppish Uncle Edwin was behind it. As her senses coalesced, she could smell tar and sea-spray, and heard the ubiquitous slosh of the waves against the hull of the ship. It was dark, and the wooden planks beneath her were none too clean nor dry. Habit made her wince at the stains that would surely set on the silk moiré fabric of her gown. Her sense of irony kicked in as she heard the argy-bargy of the men outside the compartment she occupied. How could she be concerned for a frock when she was the subject of such terrifying talk? 'I say we hang her by her thumbs from the overhead, and take her from that position!' 'Argh, matey, nay. Tie her to the mast face out on her knees, and leave her mouth free for fucking..." 'Ho-ho! I'd not trust her teeth that close to my jools, matey, I'd like to see her arse over the scuttlebutt-- *CRACK!* 'SILENCE, you fools!' Miriam strained to hear the new voice. It was rich, a reverberant and resonant baritone. From the inflection of those three words, she could tell he was educated, and possibly upper-class. The sound of that voice gave her an odd frisson of some unknown sensation. How could she in her innocence know that it was arousal? The voice continued: 'I'll not countenance such talk. The bitch is mine, and there will be no sharing of her with the likes of you lot. Her maidenhead is worth more than you can comprehend, but only if it is intact!" Some lack-wit had the temerity to ask 'Does that mean you're only going to fuck her arse, Captain?' Another resounding *CRACK!*, and Miriam heard the scream of pain from the hapless sailor. 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