Message-ID: <42544asstr$1053457803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <newsmaster@sdc.cox.net> X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry <hammonwry@nospamyahoo.com> Reply-To: hammonwry@nospamyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <uvikcv44btelepk3md4to0ora0j33opuvp@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 11:40:45 EDT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 15:40:45 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for March 13, 2003 Date: Tue, 20 May 2003 15:10:03 -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/Year2003/42544> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Thursday March 13, 2003 tetchy http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/03/13.html. parol http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Mar.13 The speaker droned on, his voice as soporific as the hum of bees on a summer afternoon. Tricia fought to stay awake in the lecture hall. The professor's parol of information was test material--and she dared not miss the lecture. So she found herself squirming slightly, unable to sit still. Her boyfriend had begun training and was too tired to do more than grope a bit and ask for oral sex the night before. She had gone to bed horny and consequently, had started the day techy. She was thinking of dumping him. The auditorium was tiered, and she sat at mid level, careful to keep her knees firmly together. She was begining to regret not wearing panties when she left the house for classes. At least she could have worn a longer, cooler skirt. The heat of the room was making her thighs moist, and she longed for a means to let some air onto her skin. Ennui at the droning voice, irritability at being sexually frustrated, boredom at the lack-luster subject matter all conspired against her. She took out her pen and opened her note book. "I'm horny, and I'm not wearing any underwear" flowed from her pen to the paper. In the space of three heartbeats, she heard someone whisper into her ear from behind her: "So am I, and I bet your thighs are sticking together right now from more than the heat, aren't they?" She stiffened. Her face flushed lividly. She liked the sound of the voice--male, soft. His breath had sent shivers down her back. Someone must have come in after she did to take the seat behind and slightly above her. "To hell with it", she thought. "I might as well have some fun!" She turned the page and wrote: "I'm wet enough to drown a man. Why do you ask?" The voice chuckled softly. Again his breath slid past the veil of her hair to reach her ear. "Do you ever wonder how Professor White would react to seeing you flash him? Why not find out?" Again, she blushed. Then she grinned. The pen danced arabesques on the page. "I'd rather give you a closer look. What do you have after this class?" She felt a hand brush aside the hair on the back of her neck, and then a finger drawing a lemniscate over and over on the skin just below the hairline. Her thighs became wetter. The breath and voice combined with the hypnotic tracing of the infinity symbol sent shivers down her spine. "What do I have after this class? You." She blushed, and realized that her legs had parted, and the professor had stopped in mid-sentance. He was standing with his mouth agape looking up her skirt. She slid back in her chair, and pressed her knees together. Hammon Wry -- 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> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+