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
Mr. Barville, no stranger, by experience, to these situations, soon
knew the pass I was brought to soon perceived my extreme disorder; in
favour of which, removing the table out of the way, he began a prelude
that flattered me with instant relief, to which I was not, however, so
near as I imagined: for as he was unbuttoned to me, and tried to
provoke and rouse to action his unactive torpid machine, he blushingly
owned that no good was to be expected from it, unless I took it in hand
to re-excite its languid loitering powers, by just refreshing the smart
of the yet recent blood-raw cuts, seeing it could, no more than a boy’s
top, keep up without lashing. Sensible then that I should work as much
for my own profit as his, I hurried my compliance with his desire, and
abridging the ceremonial, whilst he leaned his head against the back of
a chair, I had scarce gently made him feel the lash, before I saw the
object of my wishes give signs of life, and presently, as it were with
a magic touch, is started up into a noble size and distinction indeed.
Hastening then to give me the benefit of it, he threw me down on the
bench; but such was the refreshed soreness of those parts behind, on my
leaning so hard on them, as became me to compass the admission of that
stupendous head of his machine, that I could not possibly bear it. I
got up then, and tried, by leaning forwards, and turning the crupper on
my assailant, to let him at the back avenue: but here it was likewise
impossible to stand his bearing so fiercely against me, in his
agitations and endeavours to enter that way, whilst his belly battered
directly against the recent sore. What should we do now? both
intolerably heated: both in a fury; but pleasure is ever inventive for
its own ends: he strips me in a trice stark naked, and placing a broad
settee-cushion on the carpet before the fire, oversets me gently, topsy
turvy, on it; and handling me only at the waist, whilst you may be sure
I favoured all my dispositions, brought my legs round his neck; so that
my head was kept from the floor only by my hands and the velvet
cushion, which was now bespread with my flowing hair: thus I stood on
my head and hands, supported by him in such manner, that whilst my
thighs clung round him, so as to expose to his sight all my back
figure, including the theatre of his bloody pleasure, the centre of my
fore pair fairly bearded the object of its rage, that now stood in
fine condition to give me satisfaction for the injuries of its
neighbours. But as this posture was certainly not the easiest, and our
imaginations, wound up to the height, could suffer no delay, he first,
with the utmost eagerness and effort, just lip-lodged that broad
acorn-fashioned head of his instrument; and still befriended by the
fury with which he had made that impression, he soon stuffed in the
rest; when now, with a pursuit of thrusts, fiercely urged, he
absolutely overpowered and absorbed all sense of pain and uneasiness,
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