Message-ID: <42087asstr$1051323005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <newsmaster@sdc.cox.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry <Hammonwry@spamtrapyahoo.com> Reply-To: Hammonwry@spamtrapyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <lhkiav8eafdipg3r2avp2drq1feitrc0e3@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 11:29:14 EDT Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id h3PFTJGU009573 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 15:29:14 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for February 18, 2003 Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 22:10:05 -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/Year2003/42087> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates 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 -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+