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

Ah, how nice that is, " sighed the lad— " who could have thought that you were so near me, when I felt so bad, and it first began to throb and swell so just now. "
" This is very, very wicked, " remarked the young lady, tightening her grasp, and feeling the rankling flames of lust rising higher and higher within her; " this is dreadfully wrong and naughty, you know it is, you bad boy. "
" Did you see what those horses were doing in the meadow? " asked the boy, looking wonderingly at Bella, whose beauty seemed to dawn upon his dull mind, as the sun steals over a showery landscape.
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Anonymous The Autobiography of a Flea — Chapter VIII (1887)

Not very far from here, " replied Bella; " but you must not try to follow me, or to find out, you know; if you do, " continued the young lady, " it will be the worse for you, for I shall never do that again, and you would be punished. "
" Why don't we fuck like the stallion, " suggested the youth whose ardour, only half appeased, began again to warm up.
" Some day, perhaps, not now, for I am in a hurry. I am late; I must go at once. "
" Let me put my hand up your clothes? Say, when you will come again? " " Not now, " said Bella, withdrawing herself gradually, " but we will meet again.
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Anonymous The Autobiography of a Flea — Chapter VIII (1887)

He wanted the mare, and mare wanted the stallion, and so they came together and fucked. "
" Lord, how curious! " exclaimed Bella, looking with the most childish simplicity from the great thing in her hands to the boy's countenance.
" Yes, it was droll, wasn't it? And, my goodness, what a tool he'd got, Miss, hadn't he? " " Immense, " murmured Bella, thinking partly all the time of the thing she was skinning slowly backwards and forwards in her own hand.
" Oh, how you tickle me, " sighed her companion, " what a beauty you are, how deliciously you rub it. Please, go on, Miss, I want to spend.
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