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Subject: {ASSM} Hammon Wry's Word of the Day for Tuesday February 11, 2003
Date: Fri, 18 Apr 2003 20:10:05 -0400
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Hammon Wry's Word of the Day for Tuesday February 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.  

Dictionary.com provides a free utility call "Clever Keys" that allows
you to highlight an unknown word, hit CTRL+L, and it will take you to
that word on their website.  You can find it here: 

http://www.cleverkeys.com/ck.html?p=home&os=

This is an excersize 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: spurious
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=spurious
M-W.com's word of the day: supercilious
http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=supercilious



"You cad!  You are no gentleman, you are the son of some blighted
highwayman, you have no honor, you have no propriety, you have no
sense of decency!  Your claims of nobility are spurious, sirrah, you
are nothing short of a fraud, M. Le Brigande!"

Gwendolyn Elisabeth Montmorency shrieked her rage as she wrested his
hands from her waist.  Her tirade was punctuated with a resounding
slap to his face.  He stood impassive to the blow.  "Madame, if you
raise your hand to me again, I shall have you whipped before my
household, do you understand?"

The young woman turned her back and strode away from him, her hips
swaying with the grace of a feline.  He shook himself, resolving not
to be distracted by her charms.  Damn the supercilious bitch!  She
taunted him, she rebuked him unfairly, and through it all tempted him
with her lush woman's body.  He remembered the night she came to him
willingly, offering her virginity as a sacrifice to her own passions.
He remembered how she had arched beneath him at the little death, the
smell of chocolate on her breath and arousal on her thighs.  NO!  He
would not let her demean him thus.  Two long stride took him to her,
and he spun her by shoulders to face him.  "I said, do you understand?
Answer me!"

She looked up at him, eyes flashing with rage at his familiarity.
"You would not dare, you bastard!"  She spat the insult.  

"Oh, would I not?"  He lowered his hands to her décolletage, and
grasping the laced edge, he yanked apart the fabric.  It tore with a
sound like angels wailing, and her corset and chemise were exposed.
Her breasts rested atop the half cups, nipples like red raspberries
floating in cream.  As the air hit them, they darkened and hardened.  

He continued to rip the material down the front, and all the while she
stood in stunned silence, too shocked to move against him.  Her
pantaloons were next in view, snowy white with lace at the leg edge,
and a ribbon to tie the two halves together at the waist. The delta of
her sex was covered with a patch of fine brown hair, curling softly
against the pale pink of her belly.  He could see it through the split
in the crotch.  

Just then she regained her will, and she began pummeling him on his
back.  "STOP IT!  STOP IT NOW!  How dare you, I'll have you hung for
this, how dare you!  STOP IT RIGHT N-----"

*Slap!*

She gasped at the blow to her mouth, face crimson with rage.  He took
her by the shoulders and shook her, her head snapping back then
forward before she could brace herself against it.  She sagged,
sobbing.  He lifted her, and like a hawk swooping for a tender meal in
the afternoon sunlight, he brought his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss.

Her defenses fell again, blasted with the onslaught of this salvo, and
she felt herself responding to his kiss.  With a low groan, she
reached up and entwined her arms about his neck, and pressed her
unclad body against him.  She could feel his manhood harden against
her belly. 

Hammon Wry
Let's hear it for the historical romance novel, or "bodice ripper"--it
is often the first form of erotica women encounter.

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