Seven Words in TNG

and touching somebody's hand. Making the world

 

hornier than a mugato in the spring.

 

"Your sweetness is my weakness," Worf warbled.

 

"Nice try," replied Troi, as she reached

 

for a can of Raid(tm). "Bugger off you!"

 

She sprayed the can towards his lower

 

parts, but it didn't deflate his libido.

 

"Bug spray is Klingon aphrodisiac," he leered.

 

Whom also used it as a lubricant

 

to let him make love quite roughly.

 

When warbling Worf walked within wiffing distance

 

Guinan ripped his uniform off, growling sexily.

 

This stopped him briefly as he relised

 

Guinan was even older than his great-great-great-great-great-grandmother!

 

"I can teach you things that would

 

curl your toes," Guinan said, sashaying wildly.

 

Worf weighed his options. Dally or not?

 

"Today is a good day to dally!"

 

"That's the spirit, big boy," Guinan purred.

 

Wesley watched the pair, disgusted yet aroused