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
Slipping, then, aside the young lad’s shirt, and tucking it up under
his clothes behind, he shewed to the open air those globular fleshy
eminences that compose the Mount Peasants of Rome, and which now, with
all the narrow vale that intersects them, stood displayed and exposed
to his attack; nor could I without a shudder behold the dispositions he
made for it. First, then, moistening well with spittle his instrument,
obviously to make it glib, he pointed, he introduced it, as I could
plainly discern, not only from its direction and my losing sight of it,
but by the writhing, twisting and soft murmured complaints of the young
sufferer; but at length, the first straits of entrance being pretty
well go through, every thing seemed to move and go pretty currently on,
as on a carpet road, without much rub or resistance; and now, passing
one hand round his minions’ hips, he got hold of his red-topped ivory
toy, that stood perfectly stiff, and shewed, that if he was like his
mother behind, he was like his father before; this he diverted himself
with, whilst, with the other he wantoned with his hair, and leaning
forward over his back, drew his face, from which the boy shook the
loose curls that fell over it, in the posture he stood him in, and
brought him towards his, so as to receive a long breathed kiss; after
which, renewing his driving, and thus continuing to harass his rear,
the height of the fist came on with its usual symptoms, and dismissed
the action.
The criminal scene they acted, I had the patience to see to an end,
purely that I might gather more facts and certainty against them in my
design to do their deserts instant justice; and accordingly, when they
had re-adjusted themselves; and were preparing to go out, burning as I
was with rage and indignation, I jumped down from the chair, in order
to raise the house upon them, but with such an unlucky impetuosity,
that some nail or ruggedness in the floor caught my foot, and flung me
on my face with such violence, that I fell senseless on the ground, and
lay there some time before any one came to my relief: so that they,
alarmed, I suppose, by the noise of my fall, had more than the
necessary time to make a safe retreat. This they effected, as I learnt,
with a precipitation nobody could account for, until, when come to
myself, and composed enough to speak, I acquainted those of the house
with the whole transaction I had been evidence to.
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