SEATTLE, Washington -
From Nabokov's Bend Sinister, 1947:
She sat with parted lips, slightly moving her tightly crossed thighs, producing a tiny sound, soft, labiate, with an alternate crepitation as if she were rubbing the palms of her hands which, however, lay idle.
'Chirruping like a poor lone cricket,' she said.
Portion of "Parental Discretion Iz Advised", from N.W.A's Straight Outta Compton, 1988:
Fuck the regular, yo as I get better the
bitches wanna trick and go stupid up on the dick
So I get 'em hot, thinkin' they're gonna get it
As they sit, rubbin' their legs like a cricket