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
of my person and my purse, as I became amply paid for my general
attention and conformity to in the course of my acquaintance with the
town. After which, changing the discourse, she fell on the pleasures of
the preceding night, where I learned, without much surprise, as I began
to enter on her character, that she had seen every thing that had
passed, from a convenient place managed solely for that purpose, and of
which she readily made me the confidante.
She had scarce finished this, when the little troop of love girls, my
companions, broke in, and renewed their compliments and caresses. I
observed with pleasure, that the fatigues and exercises of the night
had not usurped in the least on the life of their complexion, or the
freshness of their bloom: this I found, by their confession, was owing
to the management and advice of our rare directress. They went down
then to figure it, as usual, in the shop; whilst I repaired to my
lodging, where I employed myself till I returned to dinner at Mrs.
Cole’s.
Here I staid in constant amusement, with one or other of these charming
girls, till about five in the evening; when seized with a sudden drowsy
fit, I was prevailed on to go up and doze it off on Harriet’s bed, who
left me on it to my repose. There then I laid down in my clothes, and
fell fast asleep, and had now enjoyed, by guess, about an hour’s rest,
when I was pleasingly disturbed by my new and favourite gallant, who,
enquiring for me, was readily directed where to find me. Coming then
into my chamber, and seeing me lie alone, with my face turned from the
light towards the inside of the bed, he, without more ado, just slipped
off his breeches, for the greater ease and enjoyment of the naked
touch; and softly turning up my petticoats and shift behind, opened the
prospect of the back avenue to the genial seat of pleasure; where, as I
lay at my side length, inclining rather face downward, I appeared full
fair, and liable to be entered. Laying himself gently down by me, he
invested me behind, and giving me to feel the warmth of his body, as he
applied his thighs and belly close to me, and the endeavours of that
machine, whose touch has something so exquisitely singular in it, to
make its way good into me. I awaked pretty much startled at first, at
seeing who it was, disposed myself to turn to him, when he gave me a
kiss, and desiring me to keep my posture, just lifted up my upper
thigh, and ascertaining the right opening, soon drove it up to the
farthest: satisfied with which, and solacing himself with lying so
close in those parts, he suspended motion, and thus steeped in
pleasure, kept me lying on my side, into him, spoon-fashion, as he
termed it, from the snug indent of the back part of my thighs, and all
upwards, into the space of the bending between his thighs and belly;
till, after some time, that restless and turbulent inmate, impatient by
nature of longer quiet, urged him to action, which now prosecuting with
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