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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for February 1 2003: Piratical Adventure
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Saturday February 1 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.  

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: introspection 
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/02/01.html
M-W.com's word of the day: chrestomathy
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Feb.01 


"...Miriam surveyed herself once more in her hand-held mirror, and
then laid it back down on her vanity table.  She sat in her bloomers
and chemise, her corset hanging loose from her torso still uncinched.
She stood, and turned to her lady's maid, nodding.  The maid stepped
forward as the young woman turned to the bedpost.  She grasped it, and
braced her feet one before the other.  The maid began tugging the
lacings in succession, working from the middle upwards and downwards
in turn.  

The constriction on her ribs increased, and she could feel the comfort
of the garment as it molded her waist.  Breath was limited, and she
felt her breasts rise as the embrace tightened.  She had come to love
the feeling of the corset, the sturdy support it gave to her back, the
way it compressed and embraced her body.  It made her breasts seem
larger against the tiny waist.  The chemise beneath prevented the
edges from chaffing.  

As the maid continued to tighten, she would draw her body upwards in
an attempt to elongate it, making an elegant length.  Her spine was
utterly straight.  

Finally, the laces were tied off, and she felt that slight giddiness
from holding her breath.  She turned, and once again was fascinated
with her reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room.  A
slender young woman, hips prominent beneath the tiny waist, and just a
hint of her trimmed mons peeking from between the open slit in her
bloomers at the top of her legs.  The simple white corset drew her
figure into the hourglass so popular among her generation.  Her hair
was arranged in a loose coiffure. She could not believe the woman in
the mirror was now the owner of the entire estate, that as a result of
passing some arbitrary line in time, she was now "old enough" to
manage the estate left to her by her father.  

She hoped she was up to the task.  

She reached down and covered her sex with the edges of the slit, and
turned back to her maid.  The maid assisted her into her silk moiré
gown, a gift to her from her Uncle Edwin.  She suspected that the
funds for it had come from estate coffers.  

She normally enjoyed her morning walks as a time for gathering her
thoughts for the day.  Sometimes she would take along a French
phrasebook, and find a place to sit and read the chrestomathy in fair
weather. 

Today, however, she felt a need for introspection.  She was not
normally given to such  early morning rumination.  Self-analysis was
reserved for her evenings in front of the fire in the parlor.  But for
whatever reason, she decided to leave the manse empty-handed, and made
her way through the garden to the paths through a wooded lot beyond.
The smell of pines beckoned her. 

Little did she know that a band of pirates lay in wait at the behest
of her Uncle Edwin.  Or that he stood observing her departure with a
grin that would have sent a chill of fear through her corseted figure.

Hammon Wry

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