Message-ID: <42089asstr$1051326602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry Reply-To: Hammonwry@spamtrapyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: <9lhiavk4qq66pe6il81nm1rbah0o2etbgb@4ax.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 10:34:13 EDT Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id h3PEYEGU003993 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 14:34:13 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for January 2, 2003 Date: Fri, 25 Apr 2003 23:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Thursday January 2, 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: manse http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/01/02.html "...I walked through the empty entryway, not a soul to interrupt my revery. My heels click-click-clicked on the parquet flooring, and it echoed against the marble staircase. I remembered the parade of naked and chained slaves that had descended those stairs, and the upturned and expectant faces of the prospective owners below. I stopped by the delicate inlaid table on impossibly thin legs, and picked up the mail. Turning, I looked at my face in the large mirror beside the door, and smoothed my hair back from my ears. A small sound alerted me to her presence, and I turned to see her as she knelt before me, eyes downcast. In all my years here, she is the only one who has the ability to move so silently that I cannot hear her approach. It is as if she was part of the very structure of the manse. I smiled, and handed her the mail, and watched her naked form as she arose to take my coat." 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: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+