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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 22, 2003
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Wednesday January 22, 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: risible 
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/22.html
M-W.com's word of the day: hector 
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Jan.22

"...He held her at the waist, his grip firm.  Fingers dug into the
soft flesh on her back, and she found herself  stiffen because it
tickled somewhat.  She had never been risible when it came to
tickling.  Her reaction had been much more embarressing than simpling
laughing.  She would gasp, and then would feel the familiar wetness
between her thighs.  No, not that--she did not lose control of her
bladder, but something far more intimate:  She would become painfuly,
sharply aroused, and if tickled long enough, would orgasm.  

Her face reddened at his touch.  'Something the matter?'  She tried to
follow his lead, her hand captured in his, as he indicated his
intentions with a gentle pressure forward, back to one side or the
other.  Her feet seemed to betray her, and lag behind the rhythm of
their dance.  She stammered some inanity.  Damnit!  He knew what this
did to her, how it affected her.  She tried to break free, to go sit,
but he held her fast.  'No, you aren't going to go anywhere.  I rather
like the idea of making you squirm on the dancefloor. '  She looked up
at him, indignation on her face.   She feared the spectacle of being
forced to dance as she was aroused.  She imagined the other dancers
gathering to hector her as she writhed.  He must have seen it in her
face, and laughed.  

Hammon Wry

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