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
As for my spark, he was presently undressed, all to his shirt, the
fore-lappet of which as he leaned languishingly on me, he smilingly
pointed to me to observe, as it bellied out, or rose and fell,
according to the unruly starts of the motion behind it; but it was soon
fixed, for now taking off his shirt, and naked as a Cupid, he shewed it
me at so upright a stand, as prepared me indeed for his application to
me for instant ease; but, though the sight of its fine size was fit
enough to fire me, the cooling air, as I stood in this state of nature,
joined to the desire I had of bathing-first, enabled me to put him off,
and tranquillize him, with the remark, that a little suspense would
only set a keener edge on the pleasure. Leading them the way, and
shewing our friends an example of continency, which they were giving
signs of losing respect to, we went hand in hand into the stream, till
it took us up to our necks, where the no more than grateful coolness of
the water gave my senses a delicious refreshment from the sultriness of
the season, and made more alive, more happy in myself, and, in course,
more alert, and open to voluptuous impressions.
Here I laved and wantoned with the water, or sportively played with my
companion, leaving Emily to deal with hers at discretion. Mine, at
length, not content with making me take the plunge over head and ears,
kept splashing me, and provoking me with all the little playful tricks
he could devise, and which I strove not to remain in his debt for. We
gave, in short, a loose to mirth; and now, nothing would serve him but
giving his hand the regale of going over every part of me, neck,
breast, belly, thighs, and all the _et cætera_, so dear to the
imagination, under the pretext of washing and rubbing them; as we both
stood in the water, no higher now than the pit of our stomachs, and
which did not hinder him from feeling, and toying with that leak that
distinguishes our sex, and it so wonderfully water-tight: for his
fingers, in vain dilating and opening it, only let more flame than
water into it, be it said without a figure. At the same time he made me
feel his own engine, which was so well wound up, as to stand even the
working in water, and he accordingly threw one arm round my neck, and
was endeavouring to get the better of that harsher construction bred by
the surrounding fluid; and had in effect one his way so far as to make
me sensible of the pleasing stretch of those nether lips, from the
in-driving machine; when, independent of my not liking that awkward
mode of enjoyment, I could not help interrupting him, in order to
become joint spectators of a plan of joy, in hot operation between
Emily and her partner; who impatient of the fooleries and dalliance of
the bath, had led his nymph to one of the benches on the green bank,
where he was very cordially proceeding to teach her the difference
betwixt jest and earnest.
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