Words

logophile

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I have a few favorite words that aren't really naughty words, but feel so naughty when I say them.

Slick is one. It has an almost onomatopoeia quality. That's what it sounds like when I'm full of need, slick...

Full is another, and swollen yet another. Both perfectly descriptive words that are concise and leave no false impressions about their meanings.

Do you have a favorite naughty word that always makes you pause internally with wicked grin, but that could pass in mixed company?
 
Hard. It perfectly describes my state.

Luscious. It describes women I like just so, sooo edible.
 
Ahh, Rob. Well done.

See? This was my problem in school, never quite understanding what the teacher wanted. :D

How about firm? As in, these peaches are firm, I'm firmly commited, I wish my butt was firm, and she could feel his growing firmness between his thighs.

No?

(I'm off to give your latest a read, Rob - thanks for the heads up.)
 
I once went into a thesarus for some word- and got into the sections for transgression, punishment and redemption. Those lists of words pushed every masochistic and submissive button I had!
I stay away from Roget nowadays, unless I have adult supervision. :D
 
I also like the word dew for some reason. I always flash to naughty thoughts when I hear that one.
 
logophile said:
I also like the word dew for some reason. I always flash to naughty thoughts when I hear that one.

"Dewy thighs" -- straight out of bad romance novels, but still...
 
the song "The Itsy Bitsy Spider" (think about those lyrics)

The Itsy Bitsy Spider went up the water spout
Down came the "rain" and washed the spider out
Out came the sun and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again.
 
"Fuggeddit".

"I do wish you'd speak properly Robert. Diction my boy, diction. Stop mumbling"

Robert turned and walked out. Halfway down the ladder he paused, feet on separate rungs, one handed. From this vantage he could see the burnt horizon. Between that and the tower lay the village, huddled into itself from the incessant downpour. Drawing a huge lungful of the bitter air he bellowed "FORGET IT."

The cowps noticed and turned their wholly non-bovine faces to the sound, their almost prehensile tongues licking imaginary milk from their brown and yellow chops.

Cowps. he thought. who the fuck decided to call them cowps?

"Roberre." called a familiar voice, some 30 metres below his stationary position. He peered through the strings of mist like some day-dazzled owl searching unfamiliar territory.

Annette. It just fucking had to be didn't it?

"Roberre, come down." she called, urgency tingeing her pseudo accent. "Come down, the cowps are singing, we have to decide what to do. Now."

Robert took hold of the edges of the ladder and stepped off letting the feeble gravity do it's damndest. Annette spied his action and cried "Roberre, do be careful, we need you now."

Fuggeddit he smiled as he reached terminal velocity at 3Mp/s. Hardly enough speed to bend his knees let alone his bones.
 
I'll second both swollen and throbbing. Both excellent words.

The Earl
 
cloister

Weird i know, but always makes me blush for some reason.
 
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