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
countenance and whole frame grew more animated; the faint blush of her
cheeks, gaining ground on the white, deepened into a florid vivid
vermillion glow, her naturally brilliant eyes now sparkled with
ten-fold lustre; her languor was vanished, and she appeared quick,
spirited and alive all over. He had now fixed, nailed, this tender
creature, with his home-driven wedge, so that she lay passive by force,
and unable to stir, till beginning to play a strain of arms against
this vein of delicacy, as he urged the to-and-fro con-friction, he
awakened, roused, and touched her so to the heart, that unable to
contain herself, she could not but reply to his motions, as briskly as
her nicety of frame would admit of, till the raging stings of the
pleasure rising towards the point, made her wild with the intolerable
sensations of it, and she now threw her legs and arms about at random,
as she lay lost in the sweet transport; which on his side declared
itself by quicker, eager thrusts, convulsive gasps, burning sighs,
swift laborious breathing, eyes darting humid fires: all faithful
tokens of the imminent approaches of the last gasp of joy. It came on
at length: the baronet led the extasy, which she critically joined in,
as she felt the melting symptoms from him, in the nick of which, gluing
more ardently than ever his lips to hers, he shewed all the signs of
that agony of bliss being strong upon him, in which he gave her the
finishing titillation; inly thrilled with which, we saw plainly that
she answered it down with all effusion of spirit and matter she was
mistress of, whilst a general soft shudder ran through all her limbs,
which she gave a stretch out, and lay motionless, breathless, dying
with dear delight; and in the height of its expression, showing,
through the nearly closed lids of her eyes, just the edges of their
black, the rest being rolled strongly upwards in their extasy; then her
sweet mouth appeared languishingly open, with the tip of her tongue
leaning negligently towards the lower range of her white teeth, whilst
natural ruby colour of her lips glowed with heightened life. Was not
this a subject to dwell upon? And accordingly her lover still kept on
her, with an abiding delectation, till compressed, squeezed and
distilled to the last drop, he took leave with one fervent kiss,
expressing satisfied desires, but unextinguished love.
As soon as he was off, I ran to her, and sitting down on the couch by
her, rais’d her head, which she declined gently, and hung on my bosom,
to hide her blushes and confusion at what had passed, till by degrees
she re-composed herself, and accepted of a restorative glass of wine
from my spark, who had left me to fetch it to her, whilst her own was
readjusting his affaire and buttoning up; after which he led her,
leaning languishingly upon him, to oar stand of view round the couch.
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