Stanislas Rhodes - The Autobiography of a Flea

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Title Page The Autobiography of a Flea Stanislas De Rhodes

Prologue Prologue …to break to every caprice of his horrid lust, and to bend to the indulgence of the most outrageous and unbridled sensuality.

Harper Perennial Forbidden Classics Harper Perennial Forbidden Classics I Fanny Hill John Cleland II Justine Marquis de Sade III Venus in Furs Leopold von Sacher-Masoch IV The Pearl Anonymous V My Secret Life Walter VI The Way of a Man with a Maid Anonymous VII The Autobiography of a Flea Stanislas de Rhodes VIII Sadopaideia Anonymous IX Venus in India ‘Captain Charles Devereaux’ X Emmanuelle Emmanuelle Arsan

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

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…to break to every caprice of his horrid lust, and to bend to the indulgence of the most outrageous and unbridled sensuality.

I

Fanny Hill John Cleland

II

Justine Marquis de Sade

III

Venus in Furs Leopold von Sacher-Masoch

IV

The Pearl Anonymous

V

My Secret Life Walter

VI

The Way of a Man with a Maid Anonymous

VII

The Autobiography of a Flea Stanislas de Rhodes

VIII

Sadopaideia Anonymous

IX

Venus in India ‘Captain Charles Devereaux’

X

Emmanuelle Emmanuelle Arsan

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 – of life, became possessed of the learning, observation and power of committing 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 a common flea; indeed, when it is borne 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 importance 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 sixteen years of age, the taste of whose delicious blood I well remember, and the flavour of whose –

But I am digressing.

Soon after I had commenced 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 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 sixteen – 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 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 more mature 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 and closed together at a point where her beautiful belly met them in her stooping position; they 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 tonight , 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.