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
After the cloth was taken away, and the hour of repose came on, Charles
and I were, without further ceremony, in quality of man and wife, shown
up together to a very handsome apartment, and, all in course, the bed,
they said, the best in the inn.
And here, Decency, forgive me! if once more I violate thy laws and
keeping the curtains undrawn, sacrifice thee for the last time to that
confidence, without reserve, with which I engaged to recount to you the
most striking circumstances of my youthful disorders.
As soon, then, as we were in the room together, left to ourselves, the
sight of the bed starving the remembrance of our first joys, and the
thought of my being instantly to share it with the dear possessor of my
virgin heart, moved me so strongly, that it was well I leaned upon him,
or I must have fainted again under the overpowering sweet alarm.
Charles saw into my confusion, and forgot his own, that was scarce
less, to apply himself to the removal of mine.
But now the true refining passion had regained throughout possession of
me, with all its train of symptoms: a sweet sensibility, a tender
timidity, love-sick yearnings tempered with diffidence and modesty, all
held me in a subjection of soul, incomparably dearer to me than the
liberty of heart which I had been long, too long! the mistress of, in
the course of those grosser gallantries, the consciousness of which now
made me sigh with a virtuous confusion and regret. No real virgin, in
short, in view of the nuptial bed, could give more bashful blushes to
unblemished innocence, than I did to a sense of guilt; and indeed I
loved Charles too truly not to feel severely that I did not deserve
him.
As I kept hesitating and disconcerted under this soft distraction,
Charles, with a fond impatience, took the pains to undress me; and all
I can remember amidst the nutter and discomposure of my senses, was,
some flattering exclamation of joy and admiration, more specially at
the feel of my breasts, now set at liberty from my stays, and which
panting and rising in tumultous throbs, swelled upon his dear touch,
and gave it the welcome pleasure of finding them well formed, and
un-failed in firmness.
I was soon laid in bed, and scarce languished an instant for the
darling partner of it, before he was undressed and got between the
sheets, with his arms clasped round me, giving and taking, with gust
inexpressible, a kiss of welcome, that my heart rising to my lips
stamped with its warmest impression, concurring to my bliss, with that
delicate and voluptuous emotion which Charles alone had the secret to
excite, and which constitutes the very life, the essence of pleasure.
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