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
The bed shook again when it received this new load. He lay on the
outside, where he kept the candles burning, no doubt for the
satisfaction of every sense, for as soon as he had kissed me, he rolled
down the bed clothes, and seemed transported with the view of all my
person at full length, which he covered with a profusion of kisses,
sparing no part of me. Then, being on his knees between my thighs, he
drew up his shirt, and bared all his hairy thighs, and stiff staring
truncheon, red top, and rooted into a thicket of curls, which covered
his belly to the novel, and gave it the air of a flesh brush; and soon
I feel it joining close to mine, when he had drove the nail up to the
head, and left no partition but the intermediate hair on both sides.
I had it now, I felt it now, and, beginning to drive, he soon gave
nature such a powerful summons down to her favourite quarters, that she
could no longer refuse repairing thither; all my animals spirits then
rushed mechanically to that center of attraction, and presently, inly
warmed, and stirred as I was beyond bearing, I lost all restraint, and
yielding to the force of the emotion, gave down, as mere woman, those
effusions of pleasure, which, in the strictness of still faithful love,
I could have wished to have kept in.
Yet oh! what an immense difference did I feel between this impression
of a pleasure merely animal, and struck out of the collision of the
sexes, by a passive bodily effect, from that sweet fury, that rage of
active delight which crowns the enjoyments of a mutual love passion,
where two hearts, tenderly and truly united, club to exalt the joy, and
give it a spirit and soul that bids defiance to that end which mere
momentary desires generally terminate in, when they die of a surfeit of
satisfaction!
Mr. H..., whom no distinctions of that sort seemed to distract, scarce
gave himself or me breathing time from the last encounter, but, as if
he had tasked himself to prove that the appearances of his vigour were
no signs hung out in vain, in a few minutes he was in a condition for
renewing the onset; to which, preluding with a storm of kisses, he
drove the same course as before, with unbated fervour; and thus, in
repeated engagements, kept me constantly in exercise, till dawn of
morning, in all which time he made me fully sensible of the virtues of
his firm texture of limbs, his square shoulders, broad chest, compact
hard muscles, in short a system of manliness, that might pass for no
bad image of our ancient sturdy barons, whose race is now so thoroughly
refined and frittered away into the more delicate and modern built
frame of our pap-nerved softlings, who are as pale, as pretty, and
almost as masculine as their sisters.
Mr. H..., content, however, with having the day break upon his triumph,
resigned me up to the refreshment of a rest we both wanted, and we soon
dropped into a profound sleep.
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