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
Now, whether my partner had exhausted all the modes of regaling the
touch or sight, or whether he was now ungovernably wound up to strike,
I know not; but briskly throwing off his clothes, the prodigious heat
bred by a close room, a great fire, numerous candles, and even the
inflammatory warmth of these scenes, induced him to lay aside his shirt
too, when his breeches, before loosened, now gave up their contents to
view, and shew’d in front the enemy I had to engage with, stiffly
bearing up the port of its head unhooded, and glowing red. Then I
plainly saw what I had to trust to: it was one of those just true-sized
instruments, of which the masters have a better command than the more
unwieldy, inordinate sized one are generally under. Straining me then
close to his bosom, as he stood up foreright against me, and applying
to the obvious niche its peculiar idol, he aimed at inserting it,
which, as I forwardly favoured, he effected at once, by canting up my
thighs over his naked hips, and made me receive every inch, and close
home; so-that stuck upon the pleasure-pivot, add clinging round his
neck, in which and in his hair I hid my face, burn-ingly flushing with
present feeling as much as with shame, my bosom glued to him; he
carried me once round the couch, on which he then, without quitting the
middle-fastness, or dischannelling, laid me down, and began with
pleasure-grist. But so provokingly predisposed and primed as we were,
by all the moving sights of the night, our imagination was too much
heated not to melt us of the soonest; and accordingly I no sooner felt
the warm spray darted up my inwards from him, but I was punctually on
flow, to share the momentary extasy; but I had yet greater reason to
boast of our harmony: for finding that all the flames of desire were
not yet quenched within me, but that rather, like wetted coals, I
glowed the fiercer for this sprinkling, my hot-mettled spark,
sympathizing with me, and loaded for a double fire, recontinued the
sweet battery with undying vigour; greatly encouraged to accommodate
all my motions to his best advantage and delight; kisses, squeezes,
tender murmurs, all came into play, till our joys growing more
turbulent and riotous, threw us into a fond disorder, and as they raged
to a point, bore us far from our selves into an ocean of boundless
pleasures, into which we both plunged together in a transport of taste.
Now all the impressions of burning desire, from the lively scenes I had
been spectatress of, ripened the heat of this exercise, and collecting
to a head, throbbed and agitated me with insupportable irritations: I
perfectly fevered and maddened with their excess. I bid not now enjoy a
calm of reason enough to perceive, but I ecstatically, indeed, felt the
power of such rare and exquisite provocatives, as the examples of the
night had proved towards thus exalting our pleasures: which, with great
joy, I sensibly found my gallant shared in, by his nervous and home
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