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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Tuesday March 11, 2003
Date: Mon, 19 May 2003 16:10:03 -0400
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Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Tuesday March 11, 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: 
mollify
http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/03/11.html 
M-W.com's word of the day: peculation
http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Mar.11


"Sweet Dreams"
The kiss landed on her forehead.  His lips rested there briefly, warm
and sweet.  She felt his fingertips brush her cheek.  She smiled, and
lay down on the pillow.  She rolled to her side and presented a sharp
curve of hip sloping to her waist on one side, and the longer, gentler
slope of her thigh on the other. 

No matter how hard she tried, she could not remember her dreams.  She
was tempted to make them up wholecloth to mollify his curiosity.  But
she felt that should could not perpetrate such a fraud, for surely the
stealing of trust by fabrication was an embezzlement of the worst
sort, a peculation that could destroy their relationship. 

So on those days when she awoke from her dreams, wracked with the
final waves of orgasm, she tried desperately to remember.  Any scrap,
any fragment might lead to an unraveling of the visions.  Sometimes a
vague sense of penetration would linger, or perhaps the warm wetness
of a tongue flicking a nipple or clit.  Once she remembered rubbing on
something, knees bent beneath her and hips rocking like the motions of
a broom, sweeping.  That one had come back to her in the day as she
went about her chores. The friction of the broom straws on the floor
had made a pleasing susurration.  She watched as they bent with the
pressure on the handle, and she thought of pubic hairs bent against
the mons as her hips rolled beneath her.  She blushed, and finished
sweeping in a rush.

Hammon Wry

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