Message-ID: <42300asstr$1052305805@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: <8kdfbv0rmjdh24l4c4j0dmtb2mijrpavvb@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 09:28:20 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 13:28:20 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 20, 2003 Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 07:10:05 -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/Year2003/42300> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Monday January 20, 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: glower http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/20.html M-W.com's word of the day: mahatma http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Jan.20 "...'Your face is going to freeze like that some day. And then what will you do, eh?' Hardly the words of a sagacious elder, but still it stopped her girls from making faces in the two way mirrors she'd installed for safety reasons. The hidden passageway ran the length of the corridor, and was thickly carpeted to muffle footfalls as she passed. She smiled at the glower her comment had raised in the girl in the room. The girl broke into a smile, and then laughed. "Madame, when you do that, I always am startled. What if I had a gentleman visitor? Would you chide me for making faces as he rode me?" Again the Madame pressed the small button and spoke into the grill. "If you had a gentleman caller, Colette, you would be allowed to make as many faces as you wished. Provided the gentleman caller didn't object. Now hurry up, it's almost opening time!" Colette grinned, and wrapped her slender form in a brilliant red robe that left little the imagination. It did nothing to warm her, but then Madame Elizabeth kept the brothel warm. "I do not countenance miserly housekeeping. Keep it warm, clean, and well lit", she had admonished her house staff. Her girls fared well under her care. They were fed well, their health was cared for, and they could take lessons in various skills if they chose. Colette opened the door and descended the stairs to the parlor, and took her accustomed seat on the lounge. "Places, girls!" She knew that she was lucky. Other whores in this city languished under cruel pimps, and heartless madams. Her sisters in the trade arrived in ones and twos, their lilting voices melodic. Occasionally, a giggle or titter chimed. Laughter was encouraged at Madam Elizabeth's House of Negotiable Affections. The piano player took her seat, and soon music filled the room. The doors were opened, and almost immediately Colette had her first "caller" of the evening. They ascended the stairs, and once in the room, she asked him his pleasure. He stammered, blushing. 'I-I-I...want your, your, your, mou-mou-mouth". He seemed unable to articulate it fully, and she smiled gently at his stutter. She named her price for the act, and he nodded. Behind her, she heard a small noise, and knew that Madame Elizabeth was checking. She gave a surreptitious thumbs-up behind her back. She knelt before the man, dropping her red robe to expose her body. Carefully she unzipped his pants, holding her mouth in that partial pout that seemed to attract her customers. She carefully chose the most brilliant reds for lip color to accentuate their fullness. After all, it had worked for the whores of Pompeii, hadn't it? He sprang free, semi-erect. She took him in her mouth, and he grew under the caresses of her tongue. It didn't take long to complete the service, and so she made a point of offering more for good measure. He declined, and left the premises after paying her the agreed fee. "Colette? That was well done. Good business to offer a bit more when he spent so soon." Colette jumped, and turned. Madame had witnessed it all? She felt a frisson of arousal. Suppressing it, she smiled and walked to the mirror, and placed a kiss on the smooth surface, leaving a brilliant mark. She heard laughter. Colette knew that Madame cared for her girls' safety, but never indulged in their charms herself. For her insistence on good measure given and for her treatment of her staff, she was called "Madame Mahatma" by her clients and employees. She truly was a great soul. Hammon Wry (do you know how tempting it was to write something based on the legend that Mahatma Gandhi used to sleep nude with virgins to test his chastity?) -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+