Message-ID: <42258asstr$1052082602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <newsmaster@sdc.cox.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry <Hammon_Wry-No-Spam@awench.cotse.net> Reply-To: Hammon_Wry-No-Spam@awench.cotse.net X-Original-Message-ID: <6mi96v4ae1viedee5qpbo9ua85ckquuv7s@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 04 May 2003 10:53:29 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 04 May 2003 14:53:29 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 12, 2003 Date: Sun, 4 May 2003 17:10:02 -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/Year2003/42258> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Sunday January 12, 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: gloaming http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/12.html M-W.com's word of the day: duplicity http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Jan.12 "...Twilight descended. In the tenebrous light of the gloaming, the Miskatonic River shivered in its course through Dunwich, on its way to Arkham and the sea. From its watery depths would come the occasional plop as something best undescribed snaked back down below the surface. Amanda Armitage sat on the banks in the rapidly cooling eventide. Her blue school sweater and matching blue and gray plaid skirt were becoming less adequate for the chill, but she hardly noticed. She burned with embarrassment at the latest of insults given by her classmates. How dare they make fun of her relationship with her beloved Yog-Sothoth? The image of the plushy octopus burning on the asphalt of the school yard was forever etched in her mind. She could still smell the gasoline, and the melting plastic of the vibrators tied to its many tentacles. The sound of their laughter as she watched in horror as the effigy of her lover burned was no more pleasant than the sound of jagged and dirty fingernails drawn claw- like over a slate. At 18, and slightly plumper than her classmates, she was often the butt of their duplicity. They would pretend friendship, and then lead her into another joke, ridiculing her. It didn't help that she was the only albino this year. The insular nature of the folks of Dunwich meant that there were usually one or two in each class, but for some reason only Amanda had survived. She tried to write it off to jealousy. She gazed into the waters, her lavender eyes swollen with weeping. Her colorless hair was lifted by an errant breeze, and she sighed. "Oh, Yog-Sothoth, why are they so cruel to me? I have never hurt them in any way!" She burst into a fresh spate of tears, sorrow ripping at her heart like a pack of wild dogs at a struggling deer. Just then, the waters parted, and a snakelike appendage felt its way along the surface toward the weeping girl. It finally stopped as it reached her snow-white knee. A dribble of water slid down to the ground as the tentacle inched along the skin toward the hem of her skirt. Amanda sighed, and opened her eyes. 'I knew you would come to make me feel better.' A second tentacle jointed the first, a sucker leaving a slight red circle just inside her upper thigh when it pressed her knees apart. The two appendages sprouted ungula, and they scraped along her translucent skin, talons used in gentle foreplay. She squirmed in delight, moaning. Slowly, she unbuttoned her sweater, and then the white shirt beneath it, not bothering to remove the dark gray tie. Her generous and pendulous breasts burst free as she released the front closure of her bra. They gleamed in the gathering gloom, her nipples a brilliant pink against the blue-veined flesh. Another tentacle arose and began to play with them, pulling them and pinching them until they reddened and hardened. Soon she welcomed the familiar rush of wetness behind her panties. A fourth tentacle appeared, and wrapped itself around her wrists, securing them. From the river arose the head of the beast, one large eye starring, lidless. An ill-formed mouth opened, and a voice from beyond this world murmured 'They are nothing, and when the stars are right, they will pay for their blasphemy!' Amanda felt a rush of joy only possible when her beloved spoke. She shivered as the first tentacle lifted away her skirt, tore away her panties and began probing her with a pink and slippery tip." 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