Note 87 — Chapter III · OF IRRUMATION[60]
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Martial, XI., 96:
“Every time you happen to meet a fellator’s kisses, I can fancy, O Flaccus, how you plunge your head in water.”
And I., 95:
“You sung but badly, Agelé, when you were loved per vulvam. Now no one kisses you, and you sing well.”
And I., 84:
“Your lap-dog, Manneia, licks your mouth and lips I am not a bit surprised; dogs like dirt.”
Seneca: “And mark! he made that Fabius Persicus, whose kisses are shunned even by people who know no shame, a priest only the other day.” (De Beneficiis, IV., 30.)