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
whether from my wounds behind, my most untoward posture, or the
oversize of his stretcher, in an infinitely predominant delight; when
now all my whole spirits of life and sensation rushing, impetuously to
the cock-pit, where the prize of pleasure was hotly in dispute and
clustering to a point there, I soon received the dear relief of nature
from these over-violent strains and provocations of it; harmonizing
with which, my gallant spouted into me such a potent overflow of the
balsamic injection, as softened and unedged all those irritating stings
of a new species of titillation, which I had been so intolerably
maddened with, and restored the ferment of my senses to some degree of
composure.
I had now achieved this rare adventure ultimately much more to my
satisfaction than I had bespoken the nature of it to turn out; nor was
it much lessened, you may think, by spark’s lavish praises of my
constancy and complaisance, which he gave weight to by a present that
greatly surpassed my utmost expectation, besides his gratification to
Mrs. Cole.
I was not, however, at any time re-enticed to renew with him, or resort
again to the violent expedient of lashing nature into more haste than
good speed: which, by the way, I conceive acts somewhat in the manner
of a dose of Spanish flies; with more pain perhaps, but less danger;
and might be necessary to him, but was nothing less so than to me,
whose appetite wanted the bridle more than the spur.
Mrs. Cole, to whom this adventurous exploit had more and more endeared
me, looked on me now as a girl after her own heart, afraid of nothing,
and, on a good account, hardly enough to fight all the weapons of
pleasure through. Attentive then, in consequence of these favourable
conceptions, to promote either my profit or pleasure, she had special
regard for the first, in a new gallant of a very singular turn, that
she procured for and introduced to me.
This was a grave staid, solemn, elderly gentleman, whose peculiar
humour was a delight in combing fine tresses of hair; and as I was
perfectly headed to his taste, he used to come constantly at my toilet
hours, when I let down my hair as loose as nature, and abandoned it to
him to do what he pleased with it; and accordingly he would keep me an
hour or more in play with it, drawing the comb through it, winding the
curls round his fingers, even kissing it as he smoothed it; and all
this led to no other use of my person, or any other liberties whatever,
any more than if a distinction of sexes had not existed.
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