- aboding
He was skinny as seltzer, his muscles wasted wires wrapped around his rattling bones. He got on a ripped tee shirt, so you could see his flat belly and tanned skin.
- accordant
Ain’t nothin’ proper about happy hardcore, whatevuh kinda kinky BDSM nonsense that is.
- appreciatory
Gerald guffawed, and Malcolm smiled along, though remember, he was steady growing less appreciatory of this kinda bawdy talk.
- ashameous
He was Christian enough that he ain’t like to witness Gerald fornicating willy-nilly like a dicking dandy. Malcolm ain’t always been a perfect boyfriend and soon-to-be husband with his darling Edwina, but he at least had the common courtesy to feel ashameous for it.
- cloistered, equitabilized
Some of ’em right here cloistered in this church be glaring like Gallant at Malcolm’s proud posture.
- constituates
A wife constituates half the puzzle men is commanded to complete.
- copaseptic
It was a Bloods cell — not officially, it was just copaseptic to segregate the cells by race and gang — and they often got into gang business after lights-out.
- disruptionating
Shanaiyah that the good Lord already knows about her ladyparts.
- distractory
Now that he ain’t got Gerald to talk to, the girls got Malcolm distractory. He steeled his nerves and his faith with the power of Christ’s love, and he sturdyfooted outta that iniquitous interior. He went out the backdoor.
- facilimake, conflagration
Malcolm got up then, ready to open the doors and facilimake an orderly exit after services. Cherrymore’s sermon was almost done.
- hungersome, forgivatory
He gotta admit, he done strayed like a hound from the pound on a few occasions, when the effulgence of the Lord went out in the lighthouse of his heart.
- pedestrian, gropitating
“If’n you don’t like mah rules, you can stroll right back down to lockup! I’ll even drive you if’n you ain’t the petesdrian type! But when you in my car, you steerin’ my wheel. No catcallin’ after girlies, no gropitatin‘ no females, no n-words!”
From Tyrell the Mandingo
- possessating, burglarfy
Kayshawn done enforced some discipline on some homeboys in the neighborhood, and since he was pushing nineteen years old, ain’t no court gonna go easy on him.
- sympathate
Thinking about how his wife Edwina might could touch him sweet as sugar tonight made Malcolm’s rod go throb-a-dob with a rhythm of loyal mahogany
