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
door, and knocking desperately at the wrong one, I told him of
it:—“Pooh!” says he, “my dear, any port in a storm.” Altering, however,
directly his course, and lowering his point, he fixed it right, and
driving it up with a delicious stiffness, made all foam again, and gave
me the tout with such fire and spirit, that in the fine disposition I
was in when I submitted to him and stirred up so fiercely as I was, I
got the start of him, and went away into the melting swoon, and
squeezing him, whilst in the convulsive grasp of it, drew from him such
a plenteous bedewal, as pointed to my own effusion, perfectly floated
those parts, and drowned in a deluge all my raging conflagration of
desire.
When this was over, how to make my retreat was my concern; for, though
I had been so extremely pleased with the difficult between this warm
broadside, poured so briskly into me, and the tiresome pawing and
toying to which I had owed the unappeased flames that had driven me
into this step, now I was cooler, I began to apprehend the danger of
contracting an acquaintance with this, however agreeable stranger; who,
on his side, spoke of passing the evening with me and continuing our
intimacy, with an air of determination that made me afraid of its being
not so easy to get away from him as I could wish. In the mean time I
carefully concealed my uneasiness, and readily pretended to consent to
stay with him, telling him I should only step to my lodgings to leave a
necessary direction, and then instantly return. This he very glibly
swallowed, on the notion of my being one of those unhappy
street-errants, who devote themselves to the pleasure of the first
ruffian that will stoop to pick them up, and of course, that I would
scarce bilk myself of the hire, by not returning make the most of the
job. Thus he parted with me, not before, however, he had ordered in my
hearing a supper, which I had the barbarity to disappoint him of my
company too.
But when I got home, and told Mrs. Cole my adventure, she represented
so strongly to me the nature and dangerous consequences of my folly,
particularly the risks to my health, in being so openlegged and free,
that I not only took resolutions never to venture so rashly again,
which I inviolably preserved, but passed a good many days in continual
uneasiness, lest I should have met with other reasons, besides the
pleasure of that rencounter, to remember it; but these fears wronged my
pretty sailor, for which I gladly make him this reparation.
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