Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies: or Man of Pleasure's Kalendar for the Year, 1788Anonymous
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Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies: or Man of Pleasure's Kalendar for the Year, 1788
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English wit and humor; Prostitution -- England -- London -- Humor; Sex -- Humor
pered piece_, and one that does not degrade
herself by her company or her actions;
she comes into our corps, in confequence
of her good keeper's leaving England,
and enlists a volunteer, in all the spright-
liness and vivacity of nineteen, with
beautiful auburn hair, and a pair of
pretty languishing blue peepers, that
seem at every glance to tell you how
nature stands affected below; nor will
those swimming luminaries deceive you;
_it_ is ever ready to receive the _well formed
tumid guest_, and as the _external crura_ en-
twine and press _home_ the _vigorous tool_, the
_internal crura_ embrace it, and presses out
the last _precious drops_ of the _vital fluid_,
which her hand, by stealth, conveyed to
the _treasure bags_ of nature, by tender
_squeezings_ seem to increase the undiscrib-
able rapture, at the _dye away moment_; in
short, during her performance of _venereal
rites_, she is all the heart of the most in-
flamed sensualist can wish, or any man
that has two spare guineas in his pocket,
can desire.
Miss
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Miss Gr--n, No. 32, _Little Russel-Street_.
Strait a new heat return'd with his embrace,
Warmth to my blood and colour to my face;
Till at the length, with mutual kisses fir'd,)
To the last bliss we eagerly aspir'd, ]
And both alike attain'd, what both alike )
desir'd.
When beauty beats up for recruits, he
must be an errant coward indeed, who re-
fuses to enlist under its banner; and
when good humour, complaisance, and
engaging behaviour are the rewards of
service, it is shameful to desert. This
lady's charms attract most who behold
them; though of a low stature, and
rather under the middle size, she is ele-
gantly formed; her black eyes, contrasted
with her white teeth, are highly pleasing,
and the goodness of her temper rivets the
chains which her agreeable form first put
one. One guinea, is then, too poor a re-
compence for such merit; and it is to be
deplored, that a girl, who should only
exchange love for love, should be obliged
to take payment for what is ever beyond
price: in bed, she is by far the better
piece,
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piece, and is up to every manoeuvre
necessary to restore life, and every
luscious _move_ to destroy; hands, tongue,
lips, legs, and every part of the busy
frame is engaged at once in the pleasing
task, and all to provoke and bring the
_soul breathing conflict_ to the _last extatic
gush_.
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Mrs. D--d, No. 6, _Hind-court, Fleet
Street_.
---------------------- O my soul,
Whither, whither art thou flying,
Lost in sweet tumultuous dying?
You tremble love, and so do I!
Ah! stay, and we'll together dye;
My soul shall take her flight with thine
Life dissolving in delight,
Heaving breasts and swimming sight,
Faultering speech and gasping breath,
Symptoms of delicious death;
My soul is ready for the flight.
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