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
I was however already so moved at the piteous sight, that I from my
heart repented the undertaking, and would willing had given over,
thinking he had full enough; but, he encouraging and beseeching me
earnestly to proceed, I gave him ten more lashes; and then resting,
surveyed the increase of bloody appearances. And at length, steeled to
the height, by his stoutness in suffering, I continued the discipline,
by intervals, till I observed him wreathing and twisting his body, in a
way that I could plainly perceive was not the effect of pain, but of
some new and powerful sensation: curious to dive into the meaning of
which, in one of my pauses of intermission, I approached, as he still
kept working, and grinding his belly against the cushion under him: and
first stroking the untouched and unhurt side of the flesh-mount next
me, then softly insinuating my hand under his thigh, felt the posture
things were in forwards, which was indeed surprising: for that machine
of him, which I had, by its appearance, taken for an impalpable, or at
least a very diminutive subject, was now, in virtue of all that smart
and havoc of his skin behind, grown not only to a prodigious stiffness
of erection, but to a size that frighted even me: a non-pareil
thickness indeed! the head of it alone filled the utmost capacity of my
grasp. And when, as he heaved and wriggled to and fro, in the agitation
of his strange pleasure, it came into view, it had something of the air
of a round fillet of veal, and like its owner, squab, and short in
proportion to its breadth; but when he felt my hand there, he begged I
would go on briskly with my jerking, or he should never arrive at the
last stage of pleasure.
Resuming then the rode and the exercise of it, I had fairly worn out
three bundles, when, after an increase of struggles and motion, and a
deep sigh or two, I saw him lie still and motionless; and now he
desired me to desist, which I instantly did; and proceeding to untie
him, I could not but be amazed at his passive fortitude, on viewing the
skin of his butchered, mangled posteriors, late so white, smooth and
polished, now all one side of them a confused cut-work of weals, livid
flesh, gashes and gore, insomuch that when he stood up, he could scarce
walk; in short, he was in sweet-briars.
Then I plainly perceived, on the cushion, the marks of a plenteous
effusion, and already had his sluggard member run up to its old
nestling-place, and enforced itself again, as if ashamed to shew its
head; which nothing, it seems, could raise but stripes inflicted on its
opposite neighbours, who were thus constantly obliged to suffer for his
caprice.
My gentleman had now put on his clothes and recomposed himself, when
giving me a kiss, and placing me by him, he sat himself down as
gingerly as possible, with one side off the cushion, which was too sore
for him to bear resting any part of his weight on.
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