Message-ID: <42323asstr$1052327404@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: <fvcfbvkh9if8glcnkc3l9v7f91uhq76od0@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 09:15:06 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 06 May 2003 13:15:06 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 19, 2003 Date: Wed, 7 May 2003 13:10:04 -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/Year2003/42323> 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 Sunday January 19, 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: inveterate http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/19.html M-W.com's word of the day: Laodicean http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Jan.19 Rev. 3:14-16: "14": And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write; These things saith the Amen, the faithful and true witness, the beginning of the creation of God; "15": I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot: I would thou wert cold or hot. "16": So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth. King James translation 1611. "...She turned this way and that, trying to capture her form from all sides in the trio of mirrors. The dress hugged curves, clinging here and flowing free there to accentuate her figure, enhancing it. Her face showed her delight, and she decided then and there to buy it. As she left the store, she mused on her situation. After 8 years of marriage with her husband, she had noted that his interest in her sexualy had lagged. By 10, they had stopped having sex all together. Now he was the inveterate couch potato, often falling asleep there with the television providing the sonorous white noise of a dead channel. And yet, she loved him. It was just that her needs had to be met. She had taken a lover, one who would not treat her with the lukearm indifference that her laodicaen husband did, one who would surely notice how good she looked in her new dress. She knew it was wrong. But she also knew that life was too short and precious to live without some satisfaction. She arrived at his house, and when he opened the door, she shoved thoughts of her husband from her mind, and stepped into the hallway. He turned and lead her to his office, closing the door behind them. He caught her in his arms, and pressed his mouth to hers. 'I can't stay long tonight.' She gasped between kisses. A smooth hand with shortly trimmed nails hoisted the hem of her dress as it ran up her thigh. She shivered, and felt his erection blossom against her belly as he held her shoulders to his chest. 'I have another appointment anyway' was his reply. He ran his hand down to her ass, and pressed her hips to him. 'How long do we have then?' 'About an hour, at best." 'Then take me!' With that he groaned, and pressed her even harder to his swollen prick. 'Lift your pretty new dress, I don't want to ruin it' She lifted it, exposing her wet and willing sex. He fell to his knees, and pressed his face to it, inhaling her scent and then flicking a tongue to part the fur. '...How much better is thy love than wine! and the smell of thine ointments than all spices! ' She shivered, and placed her hands on his head in benediction, her face lifted. 'You know I love it when you quote the Song of Songs, reverend.' Hammon Wry (Hey, clergy are human too!) With a wink and a nod to our own Rev. 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