Showing posts with label buttocks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label buttocks. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 November 2010

The half-Flashman



…she writhed against me for five delicious seconds, and as I changed my grip to the half-Flashman—one hand on her right tit, t’other clasping her left buttock, and stand back referee—she slipped smoothly from my embrace.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.270, Pan Books edition, 1983.

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Monday, 8 February 2010

Had the wit



…this time I had the wit to seize a tit and buttock, fairly hooting with lust…



Flashman in the Great Game, p.103, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Monday, 6 April 2009

bristle up the courage



…a strange recklessness had come over me. I was beyond caring, I suppose, but I remember I stood muttering to myself before a mirror as I brushed my hair: ‘Come on, Flashy, my boy, they haven’t got you yet…. you’re still here ain’t you? Your backside is better enough for you to run again, if need be – bristle up the courage of the cornered rat, put on a bold front, and to hell with them. Bluff my boy – bluff, shift and lie for the sake of your neck and the honour of Old England.



Flash For Freedom!, p.257, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Thursday, 25 December 2008

A dangling skull



Well, they were likely big wenches, certainly, and they bounced along very jolly, but when I watch a wobbling buttock I prefer it to be unobscured by a dangling skull. And I’m no hand with women who look as though they’d rather kill and eat me than grapple in the grass.



Flash For Freedom!, p.76, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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