Similar to a Liver Botherer.
âI say old boy, whatâs that between your legs? It looks like a right Liver Ticklerâ
A particularly lengthy john thomas, todger, willy, wanger, ding-dong or langer.
âYouâre walking strangely today, is your stomach okay?â
âMy date last night had a liver botherer, I might need some time to recoverâ
A particularly lengthy john thomas, langer, todger, willy, ding-dong, or wotsit, which reaches as far as your loverâs liver.
âYouâre walking a bit funny, is your stomach okay?â
âMy date last night had a liver botherer, I might need some time to recoverâ
A gentleman whose particular perversion is inhaling the aroma of a ladyâs bicycle saddle.
Mr Hook turned the corner onto Sheriff Street, just in time to see Miss Reidy, the new teacher, dismount from her bicycle, a shiny red Raleigh in the Dutch style, and head into the sweet shop. She was in her mid 20s and had started teaching the fourth class in the boys primary school last September, fresh from teacher training college.
Her black leather saddle shone like an old fashioned constableâs boots. There was no one else on the street. It was a warm summer morning, and Miss Reidy had only been wearing a light rayon skirt. But what if he was caught? The boys went to that school, it would surely come back to Ingrid and then heâd be out on his ear again.
If Mr Hook was quick he would have just enough time. He looked left and right, and as he drew level with the bicycle, dropped his head and took a long, deep inhalation of her sharp, rich scent.
He closed his eyes to savour the aroma and rose slowly to find his way blocked by the figure of Miss Reidy, a waxed paper packet of bullseyes in her hand.
âMy, my, you are a dirty boyâ she intoned slowly, raising an eyebrow and popping a bullseye between her cherry red lips, âwho would have thought we had a naughty little saddle sniffer in townâ.