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Anonymous The Autobiography of a Flea — Chapter VII (1887)

Julia was, however, of a less voluptuous and ardent disposition, and, Bella soon found, was not ripe enough to comprehend the sentiments of passion nor understand the strong instincts which provoke to enjoyment.
Julia was slightly taller than her young friend, slightly less plump, but formed to delight the eye and ravish the heart of an artist by her faultless shape and exquisite features.
A flea cannot well be supposed to describe personal beauty, even in those on whom they feed.
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Anonymous The Autobiography of a Flea — Chapter VII (1887)

And does it not burn to spout its juices into you? Oh, my child, how you excite me. Your hand, your little hand! Ugh! I am dying to thrust this into your soft belly! Kiss me, Bella! Verbouc, see how your niece excites me. "
" Holy Mother, what a prick! See, what a nut it has, Bella. How it shines, what a long white shaft, and how it curves upwards, like a serpent bent on stinging its victim.
Already a drop gathers on its tip, look, Bella. "
" Oh, how hard it is! How it throbs! How it thrusts forward! I can scarce hold it, you kill me with such kisses, you suck my life away.
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Anonymous The Autobiography of a Flea — Chapter VII (1887)

Verbouc made a forward movement, and at the same moment again disclosed his weapon, erect and ruby red, the head uncapped and moist.
Bella's eyes glistened at the prospect.
" We must regulate our pleasures, Bella, " said her Uncle.
" We must endeavour, as much as possible, to prolong our ecstasies. "
" Ambrose is rampant with lust, what a splendid animal he is, what a member; he is furnished like a jackass. Ah, my niece, my child, that will stretch your little slit, it will thrust itself right up to your vitals, and after a long course it will discharge a torrent of spunk for your pleasure.
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