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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for February 18, 2003
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Tuesday February 18, 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 exercise 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: compunction
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/02/18.html
M-W.com's word of the day: facilitate 
http://www.merriam-webster.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Feb.18


I felt no pangs of guilt, no knotting of regret in my stomach.  No
compunction at all.  His cock embedded in my cunt, all I could feel
was the blinding want. "Yes, Steven..." I moaned. 

I remember flirting with him, my shoulders bare in the strapless, pale
peach dress.  I think that dress helped to facilitate the evening's
adulterous pleasure.  He seemed to be fascinated by the way it curved
over my breasts, threatening to slip at any time. He held his breath
for me.  

He reached out to draw me to him on the dance floor.  I smiled a
siren's welcome.  I felt his erection against my thigh, and turned to
press my sex against it.  

"Can I take you to bed?" He whispered softly into my ear as we moved
together in that ancient dance. 
I let him simmer for just a bit, waiting till the song had ended.  He
led me off the dancefloor to our booth.  I leaned in close and
whispered "And what will you do with me there, Lieutenant?"
"Make you call me by my name for starters."
"Call, or moan?"
He reached behind me, and stroked my neck.  He toyed with the hairs
that curled at the base of my scalp, the escapees from the twisted bun
on top. I shivered. 
"Say my name."
"Steven" I murmured.
"That wasn't so difficult, was it?"
"And you haven't even taken me to bed, yet!"

Hammon Wry

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