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Memoirs of Madge Buford 87: I unbuttoned my wrapper and lay there, a tempting bit of buff and fur from waist to heels.at bit of buff and fur (v.) under bit of (a), n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 87: I unbuttoned my wrapper and lay there, a tempting bit of buff and fur from waist to heels. Memoirs of Madge Buford 52: I pointed [‘Ralph’s rooser’] at her centre of attraction and gave myself up to [...] their lusty working bung and spigot.at centre of attraction, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 15: A great bag, as large as my fist and rosy red [...] ‘Strip, you minx,’ he said, ‘I’ve got a whole bag full of sperm for you’ .at bag, n.1
Memoirs of Madge Buford 106: ‘You’ll make fun of us, will you?’ said Ralph, and he bang groped me.at bang, adv.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 44: ‘Wouldn’t you and he make a lovely couple [...] doing the double backed beast’.at make the beast with two backs (v.) under beast, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 112: ‘I offered to do it [i.e. offer a bed] if they would do their first belly-pumping for your delectation’.at belly-pumping (v.) under belly, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 60: I lay there with two birds in my hand and sure of having them both in my bush.at bird, n.3
Memoirs of Madge Buford 25: ‘Drink [...] you to this branch of coral — I, to that rosy crevice’.at coral branch, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 39: Thrusting his hand under my clothes [he] took hold of my brush.at brush, n.4
Memoirs of Madge Buford 117: He can take me crooked, straight, / And can even try his fate / In my bum.at bum, n.1
Memoirs of Madge Buford 95: [They] gave me and themselves a reviving numper of wine.at bumper, n.2
Memoirs of Madge Buford 52: I pointed [‘Ralph’s rooser’] at her centre of attraction and gave myself up to [...] their lusty working bung and spigot.at bunghole, n.1
Memoirs of Madge Buford 70: The first darky put his prick into the hole of her fleshy arse; then the second man [...] and so on [to] the last man, making a chain of buggering lustfulness.at daisy chain, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 116: Ah, your cock it is a beauty. / Put it slam — in my clam.at clam, n.1
Memoirs of Madge Buford 94: The immense pego of the excited clip yard was thrust in.at clipdick, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 103: Those two police cocks, as big as their clubs.at club, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 19: His lovely cock bolt upright aganst his belly.at cock, n.3
Memoirs of Madge Buford 109: ‘Show them your cunts.’ Leaning back we opened the lips of our ruby cock suckers.at cocksucker, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 80: I squeezed his cocoanut-like balls.at coconut, n.1
Memoirs of Madge Buford 91: ‘Store up a good stock of love cream in your testicles’.at cream, n.1
Memoirs of Madge Buford 13: Feeling the soft crevice [...] pressing my finger betwen my cunt’s hot lips.at crevice, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 101: ‘What are you cruising for, don’t you get cocks enough staying in the house? Don’t you know it’s against the law?’.at cruise, v.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 130: ‘Let Chinee-man kiss cunnt,’ and his tongue shot into my slit.at cunny, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 8: What can I do for you, way out there in [...] the Rocky Mountains, with ‘not a cunt within a hundred miles’.at cunt, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 8: That stiff staff of yours; that Cyprian sceptre of delight.at Cyprian sceptre (n.) under Cyprian, adj.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 102: ‘Jolly, you’re a daisy,’ he said.at daisy, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 54: The big darky advanced and stood between my thighs.at darkie, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 51: [We] rested after the effects of our three readed [sic] razzle-dazzle.at razzle-dazzle, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 104: ‘By Jove, Jack. She ain’t bad. Damn the cost. Let’s take her to Mother Jones for a short razzle dazzle’.at razzle-dazzle, n.
Memoirs of Madge Buford 51: We would have a nice, quiet little diddle all by ourselves.at diddle, n.2
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