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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for February 23, 2003
Date: Wed,  7 May 2003 18:10:03 -0400
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Sunday February 23, 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: sough
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/02/22.html
M-W.com's word of the day: Kafkaesque
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Feb.23

She took the pod from his fingers.  It bristled, a pale green to the
covering.  "What is it?"
"Jimson weed.  It gives you visions, you're supposed to eat the
seeds."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure.  I've done it before."
The thorny apple stuck to her fingers before dropping to the picnic
table beneath the live oaks. He pulled a small pen knife from his
pocket, and slit the skin, first slicing off the thorny protrusions.
White, flat seeds clustered inside, like chili pepper seeds. 

Carefully he collected two or three on his knife tip, placed them in
his mouth and swallowed.  He repeated the process, and she took them
on her tongue, communion-like.  He put the knife down on the scared
table top, leaned forward and kissed her.  He tasted of the bitter
seeds, she thought. 

No wind blew to make the live oaks sough.  The only sound was a small
creek, just a few feet from the camp.  "Are you feeling anything?" He
asked. 

She looked about her, apprehensive.  Would the world turn bizarre,
Kafkaesque?  Light took on a softer tone, colors lightened, and
details became important. 

She felt his hands on her breasts, and the sensation was immense.  She
moaned.  He pulled her shirt up, and the sunlight was warm on her
skin.  She could feel each hair channel light beneath her skin.  She
was filling with light. 

Her mouth went dry, and she reached for his beer.  A quick drink, and
she was drowning.  Such extremes.  Her breasts were exposed beneath
the shirt hem, hoisted to her armpits. 

She didn't care. 

He smiled.  "Do you want to make love?"
She lowered the bottle, and saw each hair of his beard.  She extended
her hand, and stroked one.  "Yes."

He took her by the hand, and lead her into the brush.  The stream was
wide and shallow, flowing over rocks. It make a pleasant sound,
magnified by the seeds.

Her breasts still exposed, she knelt at his pressure on her shoulders.
He unzipped and pulled his rod out. 

The texture of the skin fascinated her.  He was soft, still.  "Make me
hard. Then I'll take you from behind."

She closed her mouth over his cock.  The heat of the day was less
here, and the sound of the stream was getting louder.  His cock
expanded, filling her mouth, pressing her tongue downward.  She tried
to lick.  Her mouth was dry again. 

"Let go, I want..."
She released him.  He turned her--"Take down your shorts."
She managed to wriggle free of them, and then knelt again in the
grass.  She leaned forward on her elbows, ass up.  She watched the
water flowing past.  It sparkled, gems on gravel. 

He entered her from behind, but she was lost to his touch.  Two
waterbugs mated on a shallow puddle at the edge of the stream.  They
skimmed across the surface of the water, long legs locked and it was
all she could do to keep from laughing at the hilarity of it all.  

He shot his other seeds into her, and for a time, she no longer felt
the thirst for his thrusting.  He withdrew, leaving her to watch the
waterbugs as they mated.  She envied their stamina.

Hammon Wry
(Datura is a toxic substance if used injudiciously.  It account for
numerous deaths by ingestion each year.  Don't mess around with it)

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