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
At ease now, and out of all fear of any doubt or suspicion on his side,
I addressed myself in good earnest to my repose, but could obtain none;
and in about half an hour’s time my gentleman waked again, and turning
towards me, I feigned a sound sleep, which he did not long respect; but
girding himself again to renew the onset, he began to kiss and caress
me, when now making as if I just waked, I complained of the
disturbance, and of the cruel pain that this little rest had stole my
senses from. Eager, however, for the pleasure, as well of consummating
an entire triumph over my virginity, he said every thing that could
overcome my resistance, and bribe my patience to the end, which now I
was ready to listen to, from being secure of the bloody proofs I had
prepared of his victorious violence, though I still thought it good
policy not to let him in yet a while. I answered then only to his
importunities in sighs and moans, “that I was so hurt, I could not bear
it... I was sure he had done me a mischief; that he had... he was such
a bad man!” At this, turning down the clothes, and viewing the field of
battle by the glimmer of a dying taper, he saw plainly my thighs,
shift, and sheet, all stained with what he readily took for a virgin
effusion, proceeding from his last half penetration: convinced, and
transported at which, nothing could equal his joy and exultation. The
illusion was complete, no other conception entered his head, but that
of his having been at work upon an unopened mine; which idea, upon so
strong an evidence, redoubled at once his tenderness for me, and his
ardour for breaking it wholly up. Kissing me then with the utmost
rapture, he comforted me, and begged my pardon for the pain he had put
me to: observing withal, that it was only a thing in course; but the
worst was certainly past, and that with a little courage and constancy,
I should get it once well over, and never after experience any thing
but the greatest pleasure. By little and little I suffered myself to be
prevailed on, and giving, as it were, up to the point of him, I made my
thighs, insensibly spreading them, yield him liberty of access, which
improving, he got a little within me, when by a well managed reception
I worked the female screw so nicely, that I kept him from the easy
mid-channel direction, and by dexterous wreathing and contortions,
creating an artificial difficulty of entrance, made him win it inch by
inch, with the most laborious struggles, I all the while sorely
complaining: till at length, with might and main, winding his way in,
he got it completely home, and giving my virginity, as he thought, the
coup le grace, furnished me with the cue of setting up a terrible
outcry, whilst he, triumphant and like a cock clapping his wings over
his down-trod mistress, pursued his pleasure: which presently rose, in
virtue of this idea of a complete victory, to a pitch that made me soon
sensible of his melting period; whilst I now lay acting the deep
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