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Rosa Fielding, or the Victim of Lust. Scenes Depicting the Crimes and Follies of High Life and the Dissipation and Debaucheries of the Day choose

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[UK] Rosa Fielding 16: I have no notion of having a pretty white belly bow-windowed before marriage!
at bow-window (n.) under bow, n.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 59: ‘[I]in half-an-hour’s time, if I have any luck, you may have either a buttered muffin or bun if you like!’.
at buttered bun, n.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 17: [G]getting his charger well in hand, he put his head straight for the gap.
at charger, n.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 9: He unfastened his trousers and brought to view his cock, and a very good, useful, stiff-standing, domestic piece of machinery it was.
at cock, n.3
[UK] Rosa Fielding 16: [H]e had a tremendous cock-stand, and felt that if it was not allayed pretty quickly that he must burst.
at cockstand, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 85: [H]er admirers [...] injected their copious jets of warm cream into her as nearly as possible at the same time.
at cream, n.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 65: Leaving Captain Larkyns to congratulate himself upon knowing where to go for some fresh cunt.
at cunt, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 6: Harriette Heavely went a-walking in Snugcroft woods with one of the danged soger officers, and when she got home her white petticoats was all green with damp grass.
at danged, adj.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 82: Then placing her on her hands and knees on the floor, he dog-fucked her, to the intense admiration of Mr. Bonham.
at dogfuck, v.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 13: ‘[T]ake the precaution of bringing a dozen preventatives in the shape of French letters’.
at French letter, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 70: He it was who initiated me into the mystery of frigging [...] and I used to do my best to show my gratitude by chafing his white cock until the spunk used to fly.
at frigging, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 87: Mr. Bonham was exhausted and no mistake. Never since his honeymoon had he felt so thoroughly fucked out.
at fucked out (adj.) under fucked, adj.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 12: ‘There was a baby-faced girl in a shop here and [...] [Iif he would only give her a fucking and a five pound note [...] there would be no harm done’.
at fucking, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 38: ‘[A]s he has ploughed up the furrow he is very properly going to put his seed into it’.
at furrow, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 17: [G]getting his charger well in hand, he put his head straight for the gap.
at gap, n.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 70: ‘Why surely [...] you never allowed him to get into you? That would be very wrong I know’.
at get into, v.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 96: ‘So, now dearest Rosa,’ he continued directing his charger towards the gap in her pretty hedge.
at hedge, n.2
[UK] Rosa Fielding 73: I felt no pain until the hot plum-shaped knob came against my virgin barrier.
at knob, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 30: [L]eaving Mrs. Fielding lifting up her hands and eyes, as she exclaimed: ‘Good Lord-a-mussy me!’.
at lawks-a-mussy! (excl.) under lawks!, excl.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 17: [N]ot that he was an unwelcome visitor at any time in the mossy retreat.
at moss, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 44: My good gracious! What a flood of hot oil you have injected into my bowels!
at oil, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 38: ‘[A]s he has ploughed up the furrow he is very properly going to put his seed into it’.
at plough, v.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 49: [W]orse still, he might be afflicted with that terrible complaint known in the medical vocabulary as ‘prickstand’.
at prick-stand (n.) under prick, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 30: ‘[G]reat was his disgust [...] on perceiving a fine young ram like master, getting into the mutton of a pretty ewe lamb, like Miss Larcher’.
at ram, n.1
[UK] Rosa Fielding 13: If you or some of your brother officers could get access to this girl, give her a good rogering and get her with child, or turn her upon the town, it would settle the question.
at rogering, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 6: Susan Shuffle-bum had been seen behind a hayrick with her legs over young Squire Rootlepole’s back.
at root, v.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 64: Perhaps she was soft enough to believe the seductive Larkyns; perhaps she had a longing for something, she knew not what.
at soft, adj.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 69: [S]he covered our heroine’s face and half filled her mouth, with a delicious ejection of warm spunk.
at spunk, n.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 78: At last, he managed to get in, up to his balls; and in two or three more shoves experienced the delight and relief of spunking into a virgin womb.
at spunk, v.
[UK] Rosa Fielding 68: [H]er guardian had only been doing his duty in displaying his jolly tool, and attempting to roger her.
at tool, n.1
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