Message-ID: <42463asstr$1052975404@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Hammon Wry Reply-To: hammonwry@nospamyahoo.com X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 11:07:15 EDT Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-MIME-Autoconverted: from quoted-printable to 8bit by sara.asstr-mirror.org id h4EF7GGU028183 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 14 May 2003 15:07:15 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for February 28, 2003: Piratical Adventure! Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 01:10:04 -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: dennyw, newsman Hammon Wry's Words of the Day for Friday February 28, 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: forfend http://dictionary.reference.com/wordoftheday/archive/2003/02/28.html M-W.com's word of the day: scintillate http://www.m-w.com/cgi-bin/mwwodarch.pl?Feb.28 The captain struck the flint. The spark jumped from the steel, and hit the oil-soaked wick of the lamp, no mean feat. He watched as the wick flared. His captive huddled against the bulkhead on his berth. She shivered and the movement caught his eye. Ignoring it, he crossed to the window casing. The sun was setting and it illuminated the sky to the stern of the ship. This was the reason he'd purchased this ship--the captain's quarters were light, with window casings over the port holes. He could watch the ocean scintillate in the dying sunlight. Sparks. They seemed to be ubiquitous in his life since he'd captured Lady Miriam Elspeth Hortensia Rogers-Whitlow. Gods, what a mouthful the name was. She had fire and a pride that was so charming it was a shame to try to break it. But unbroken fillies would not command the price that pleasure-riding mares did. He'd kept her chained to his cabin, naked. She had resisted his touch, fighting her own responses. She had won out, so far. He was looking for the seam in her facade, the chink in her armor. Any way past that stony unresponsiveness. A cold woman was worthless to the harems of Araby. How long could she forfend against her own responses? He turned to see her staring at him. "My dear, what shall I do with you? Do I need to turn you over to my men, after all? Would that ignite your passions, perhaps?" Lady Miriam only curled tighter in a ball. Exasperated, he crossed the cabin, and yanked her off the mattress by her wrists. "Damn you, woman! I'll have my satisfaction of you yet!" He pulled her over his lap, and raised his hand above her shapely derriere. With lips held tight into a narrow line, and eyes cold as glaciers, he brought it down in a series of rapid slaps. She wailed, arched, and struggled against his tight grasp on her small wrists. Finally, he stopped. Her ass was brilliant, and he could see the marks of his fingers clearly. She lay sobbing, her breasts warm against his thigh. Her legs were pressed tightly together. As her body heaved, they parted, and her sex was exposed. Like the ocean outside the window casing, it sparkled with wetness in the light of the oil lamp. He'd found the key. 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 | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+