I was leafing through a huge dictionary the other day, you know the sort. So big it includes made up words like recalesce, filmic and zouk. Quite by accident, I discovered this term which made me burst out with laughter. Frottage. Intrigued by this unusual word, I looked at the definitions. The first one was some nondescript art term that I forget, but the second was, and I quote:
“Sexual excitement obtained by rubbing against another person’s clothed body.”
Brilliant! I didn’t even know you could get your rocks off by rubbing against someone’s fully clad form, and certainly not that there was a word for it. What other delights are waiting to be found? That’s why I’m reading the dictionary day by day, from cover to cover. My friends call me sad, but I know I’m cool. My mum once told me I was, and she’s right about everything.