Pash

2005, Gabrielle Morrissey, Urge: Hot Secrets For Great Sex, HarperCollins Publishers (Australia), unnumbered page, There are hundreds of different types of kisses; and there are kissing Kamasutras available in bookshops to help you add variety to your pashing repertoire.

‘You gonna pash her?’ ‘We only just started going together,’ I said. Pash her? Already? I hadn’t even kissed a girl properly yet. ‘Do you know how to pash?’ It sounded like a challenge. Jed Wall was a bit like that. When he wasn’t just hanging he was fighting or pashing or something that no one else was good at.

A few hours later, having pashed near the bins outside a supermarket, I stumbled towards my tube station certain I had met the love of my life.

Anyway, the point is, my first pash — or snog, or whatever you want to call it — was so bloody awful it’s a miracle I ever opened my mouth again.

‘It isn’t a pash. Nancy Burke’s got a pash on Mr Richards and Mary Parkin has a pash on Miss Taylor, and so have other girls. But I haven’t got a pash on Rupert. It isn’t like that. I know it isn’t. I know it isn’t.’

Not until the outcome of Denise’s pash did I admit that my pash on Joan had been very different.

At school it was called a pash. Having a pash on big handsome Robin, who used to cycle up to the village in his holidays from boarding school, and smile at her. She still had a pash on Robin. He still smiled at her.

Leo[ntes]: Thou want′ſt a rough paſh, & the shoots that I haue, / To be full like me: