Memoirs of Fanny Hill: A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749)Cleland, John
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Memoirs of Fanny Hill: A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749)
Cleland, John
England -- Fiction; Erotic fiction; Prostitutes -- Fiction
breeches burst through, when out started to view the amazing, pleasing
object of all my wishes, all my dreams, all my love, the king member
indeed! I gazed at, I devoured it, at length and breadth, with my eyes
intently directed to it, till his; getting upon me, and placing between
my thighs, took from me the enjoyment of its sight, to give me a far
more grateful one, in its touch, in that part where its touch is so
exquisitely affecting. Applying it then to the minute opening, for such
at that age it certainly was, I met with too much good will, I felt
with too great a rapture of pleasure the first insertion of it, to heed
much the pain that followed: I thought nothing too dear to pay for this
the richest treat of the sense; so that, split up, torn, bleeding,
mangled I was still superiorly pleased, and hugged the author of all
this delicious ruin. But when, soon after, he made his second attack,
sore as every thing was, the smart was soon put away by the sovereign
cordial; all my soft complainings were silenced, and the pain melting
fast away into pleasure. I abandoned myself over to all its transports,
and gave it the full possession of my whole body and soul; for now all
thought was at an end with me; I lived in what I felt only. And who
could describe those feelings, those agitations, yet exalted by the
charm of their novelty and surprise? when that part of me which had so
hungered for the dear morsel that now so delightfully crammed, forced
all my vital sensations to fix their home there, during the stay of my
beloved guest; who too soon paid me for his hearty welcome, in a
dissolvent, richer far than that I have heard of some queen treating
her paramour with, in liquified pearl, and ravishingly poured into me,
where, now myself too much melted to give it a dry reception, I hailed
it with the warmest confluence on my side, amidst all those ecstatic
raptures, not unfamiliar I presume to this good company. Thus, however,
I arrived at the very top of all my wishes, by an accident unexpected
indeed, but not so wonderful; for this young gentleman was just arrived
in town from college, and came familiarly to his mother at her
apartment, where he had once before been, though, by mere chance. I had
not seen him: so that we knew one another by hearing only; and finding
me stretched on his mother’s bed, he readily concluded from her
description, who it was. The rest you know.
“This affair had however no ruinous consequences, the young gentleman
escaping then, and many more times undiscovered. But the warmth of my
constitution, that made the pleasures of love a kind of necessary of
life to me, having betrayed me into indiscretions fatal to my private
fortune, I fell at length to the public; from which, it is probable, I
might have met with the worst of ruin, if my better fate had not thrown
me into this safe and agreeable refuge.”
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