The Autobiography Of A Flea
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The Autobiography Of A Flea
The Autobiography Of A Flea (1887) by Anonymous
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The Autobiography of a Flea Paperback – December 27, 2012
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Anonymous
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Helen Thompson
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This classic of Victorian erotica is told from the perspective of a flea, who witnesses the seduction and ravishment of the virginal and innocent heroine, Bella, at the hands of depraved members of the clergy. Bella proves herself an apt and willing pupil of the arts of love and sex. FOR ADULTS ONLY>
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CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (December 27, 2012) Language
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150 pages ISBN-10
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1481850032 ISBN-13
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978-1481850032 Item Weight
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9.9 ounces Dimensions
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6 x 0.34 x 9 inches
3.9 out of 5 stars
43 ratings
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Arrived in a timely manner and in exellent condition. I couldn't be happier.
My hobby is writing erotica and much of my stories have been published. I find a well written narrative, such as the Flea story is better than having a smut dictionary (thesaurus) because writers in the past have mastered the vernacular. Moreover, this book in my hand has large enough font so I don't need a magnifying glass to read it. If you like this stuff, buy this edition. It's a beautiful book.
Victorian erotica at its best. Certainly predictable, but so what? If this type of writing is your cup of tea, then you'll enjoy. It's certainly a classic, and the little twist is that it's written from the perspective of a charming flea who takes up residence upon various characters, so he can enjoy a ring-side seat for all the lascivious festivities. He even comes to the aid of a blushing young maiden at one point, by applying a well-placed nip to her attacker in the nick of time. (He could not save her indefinitely, however). Give it a try...plenty of erotic action if you enjoy this genre.
I had read about this book long ago. One of the underground series of erotic literature in the 1800's, it clearly is the product of a fertile and imaginative mind. The sexual instincts of man have been around and kicking ever since we came into this world, and the more we push it under ground, the more it surfaces in bizarre ways. However, having said that, there is a sense of amusement in the way that the book has been written, and I read it for the subtle tongue in cheek humour as much as for the erotic aspect of the book. It is a fun book, which allows sufficient room for the readers imagination to play. This, I suppose, is what erotic literature should do
I've read quite a few erotic novels but this was more shocking and more erotic than I would have ever imagined. People say our current sexual nature is taboo and perverse but they obviously didn't do their history. ;) Passing this book around at work now.
It was probably racy for it's time. I found it extremely boring. I wouldn't read it again. Not all that well written.
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AND AT TIMES VERY FUNNY TOO.
THIS IS ACTUALLY THE 1ST BOOK, IN WHICH A FLEA NARATES, SOME OF THE STORY, AND IS VERY EROTIC, AND AT TIMES VERY FUNNY TOO.
Good but to short enjoyed any way no no no no I I I I I I I I i
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autobiography of a flea
An interesting view point on a subject - very graphic and not like any other story I have read, with an ending that still came as a surprise. now going to try and find a sequel
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Born I was—but how, when, or where I cannot say; so I must leave the reader to accept the assertion " per se, " and believe it if he will. One thing is equally certain, the fact of my birth is not one atom less veracious than the reality of these memoirs, and if the intelligent student of, these pages wonders how it came to pass that one in my walk—or perhaps, I should have said jump—in life, became possessed of the learning, observation and power of commit-ting to memory the whole of the wonderful facts and disclosures I am about to relate. I can only remind him that there are intelligences, little suspected by the vulgar, and laws in nature, the very existence of which have not yet been detected by the advanced among the scientific world.
I have heard it somewhere remarked that my province was to get my living by blood sucking. I am not the lowest by any means of that universal fraternity, and if I sustain a precarious existence upon the bodies of those with whom I come in contact, my own experience proves that I do so in a marked and peculiar manner, with a warning of my employment which is seldom given by those in other grades of my profession. But I submit that I have other and nobler aims than the mere sustaining of my being by the contributions of the unwary. I have been conscious of this original defect, and, with a soul far above the vulgar instincts of my race. I jumped by degrees to heights of mental perception and erudition which placed me for ever upon a pinnacle of insect-grandeur.
It is this attainment to learning which I shall evoke in describing the scenes of which I have been a witness—nay, even a partaker. I shall not stop to explain by what means I am possessed of human powers of thinking and observing, but, in my lucubrations, leave you simply to perceive that I possess them and wonder accordingly.
You will thus perceive that I am not common flea; indeed, when it is born in mind the company in which I have been accustomed to mingle, the familiarity with which I have been suffered to treat persons the most exalted, and the opportunities I have possessed to make the most of my acquaintances, the reader will no doubt agree with me that I am in very truth a most wonderful and exalted insect.
My earliest recollections lead me back to a period when I found myself within a church. There was a rolling of rich music and a slow monotonous chanting which then filled me with surprise and admiration, but I have long since learnt the true important of such influences, and the attitudes of the worshippers are now taken by me for the outward semblance of inward emotions which are very generally non-existent. Be this as it may, I was engaged upon professional business connected with the plump white leg of a young lady of some fourteen years of age, the taste of whose delicious blood I well remember, and the flavour of whose—But I am digressing.
Soon after commencing in a quiet and friendly way my little attentions, the young girl in common with the rest of the congregation rose to depart, and I, as a matter of course, determined to accompany her.
I am very sharp of sight as well as of hearing, and that is, how I saw a young gentleman slip a small folded piece of white paper into the young lady's pretty gloved hand, as she passed through the crowded porch. I had noticed the name Bella neatly worked upon the soft silk stocking which had at first attracted me, and I now saw that the same word appeared alone upon the outside of the billet-doux. She was with her Aunt, a tall, stately dame, with whom I did not care to get upon terms of intimacy.
Bella was a beauty—just fourteen—a perfect figure, and although so young, her soft bosom was already budding into those proportions which delight the other sex. Her face was charming in its frankness; her breath sweet as the perfumes of Arabia, and, as I have always said, her skin as soft as velvet. Bella was evidently well aware of her good looks, and carried her head as proudly and as coquettishly as a queen. That she inspired admiration was not difficult to see by the wistful and longing glances which the young men, and sometimes also those of the more nature years, cast upon her. There was a general hush of conversation outside the building, and a turning of glances generally towards the pretty Bella, which told more plainly than words that she was the admired one of all eyes and the desired one of all hearts—at any rate among the male sex.
Paying, however very little attention to what was evidently a matter of everyday occurrence, the young lady walked sharply homewards with her Aunt, and after arrival at the neat and genteel residence, went quickly to her room.
I will not say I followed, but I " went with her, " and beheld the gentle girl raise one dainty leg across the other and remove the tiniest of tight and elegant kid-boots.
I jumped upon the carpet and proceeded with my examinations. The left boot followed, and without removing her plump calf from off the other, Bella sat looking at the folded piece of paper which I had seen the young fellow deposit secretly in her hand.
Closely watching everything. I noted the swelling thighs, which spread upwards above her tightly fitting garters, until they were lost in the darkness, as they closed together at a point where her beautiful belly met them in her stooping position; and almost obliterated a thin and peach-like slit, which just showed its rounded lips between them in the shade.
Presently Bella dropped her note, and being open, I took the liberty to read it.
" I will be in the old spot at eight o'clock to night, " were the only words which the paper contained, but they appeared to have a special interest for Bella, who remained cogitating for some time in the same thoughtful mood.
My curiosity had been aroused, and my desire to know more of the interesting young being with whom chance had so promiscuously brought me in pleasing contact, prompted me to remain quietly ensconced in a snug though somewhat moist hiding place, and it was not until near upon the hour named that I once more emerged in order to watch the progress of events.
Bella had dressed herself with scrupulous care, and now prepared to betake herself to the garden which surrounded the country-house in which she dwelt.
Arriving at the end of a long and shady avenue the young girl seated herself upon a rustic bench, and there awaited the coming of the person she was to meet.
It was not many minutes before the young man presented himself whom I had seen in communication with my fair little friend in the morning.
A conversation ensued which, if I might judge by the abstraction of the pair from aught besides themselves, had unusual interest for both.
It was evening, and the twilight had already commenced: the air was warm and genial, and the young pair sat closely entwined upon the bench, lost to all but their own united happiness.
"You don't know how I love you Bella," whispered the youth. , tenderly sealing his protestation with a kiss upon the pouting lips of his companion.
"Yes I do," replied the girl, naively, "are you not always telling me? I shall get tired of hearing it soon."
Bella fidgeted her pretty little foot and looked thoughtful.
"When are you going to explain and show me all those funny things you told me about?" asked she, giving a quick glance up, and then as rapidly bending her eyes upon the gravel walk.
"Now," answered the youth. "Now, dear Bella, while we have the chance to be alone and free from interruption. You know, Bella, we are no longer children?"
"Well, there are things which are not known to children, and which are necessary for lovers not only to know, but also to practice."
"Dear me," said the girl, seriously.
"Yes," continued her companion, "there are secrets which render lovers happy, and which make the enjoy of loving and of being loved."
"Lord!" exclaimed Bella, "how, sentimental you have grown, Charlie; I remember the time when you declared sentiment was 'all humbug.'"
"So I thought it was, till I loved you," replied the youth.
"Nonsense," continued Bella, "but go on, Charlie, and tell me what you promised."
"I can't tell you without showing you as well," replied Charlie; "the knowledge can only be learnt by experience."
"Oh, go on then and show me," carried the girl, in whose bright eyes and glowing cheeks I thought I could detect a very conscious knowledge of the kind of instruction about to be imparted.
There was something catching in her impatience. The youth yielded to it, and covering her beautiful young form with his own, glued his mouth to hers and kissed it rapturously.
Bella made no resistance; she even aided and returned her lover's caresses.
Meanwhile the evening advanced; the trees lay in the gathering darkness, spreading their lofty tops to screen the waning light from the young lovers.
Presently Charlie slid on one side; he made a slight movement, and then without any opposition he passed his hand under and up the petticoats of the pretty Bella. Not satisfied with the charms which he found within the compass of the glistening silk stockings, he essayed to press on still further, and his wandering fingers now touched the soft and quivering flesh of her young thighs.
Bella's breath came hard and fast, as she felt the indelicate attack which was being made upon her charms. So far, however, from resisting, she evidently enjoyed the exciting dalliance.
"Touch it," whispered Bella, "you may."
Charlie needed no further invitation, indeed he was already preparing to advance without one and instantly comprehending the permission, drove his fingers forward.
The fair girl opened her thighs as he did so, and the next instant his hand covered the delicate pink lips of her pretty slit.
For the next ten minutes the pair remained almost motionless, their lips joined and their breathing alone marking the sensations which were overpowering them with the intoxication of wantoness. Charlie felt a delicate object, which stiffened beneath his nimble fingers, and assumed a prominence of which he had no experience.
Presently Bella closed her eyes, and throwing back her head, shuddered slightly, while her frame became supple and languid, and she suffered her head to rest upon the arm of her lover.
"Oh, Charlie," she murmured, "what is it you do? What delightful sensations you give me."
Meanwhile the youth was not idle, but having fairly explored all he could in the constrained position in which he found himself, he rose, and sensible of the need of assuaging the raging passion which his actions had fanned, he besought his fair companion to let him guide her hand to a dear object, which he assured her was capable of giving her far greater pleasure tha
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