Chasing flutterbies
It was a highly muscular beast; as members of its species tended to be. But disproportionately fat, in juxtaposition with the more modest frame out of which it hung, or sprang, as the case may be. Its robust mirth was of a kind that sent a flutter through the hearts of those females who glanced upon it; double-take. Its owner recalled fondly the one whom had toyed with these flutters once, glancing at it in a series of winking winks, eyelids flitting in flexing, snaking eyelids-solo. When he grabbed her mock-sternly and flopped her around onto gasping belly she was still winking wildly until he opened her eyes (they had never known they could open this wide), with single, vain, heart-rending thrust. Applied himself to this nether heart. Playing Lepidopterist with his craning, gulping net while on the other end of her writhing map her face narrated the ecstatic horror.
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