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
Giddy and intoxicated as I was with such satiating draughts of
pleasure, I still lay on the couch, supinely stretched out, in a
delicious languor diffused over all my limbs, hugging myself for being
thus revenged to my heart’s content, and that in a manner so precisely
alike, and on the identical spot in which I had received the supposed
injury. No reflections on the consequences ever once perplexed me, nor
did I make myself one single reproach for having, by this step,
completely entered myself into a profession more decried than disused.
I should have held it ingratitude to the pleasure I had received, to
have repented of it; and since I was now over the bar, I thought, by
plunging head and ears into the stream I was hurried away by, to drown
all sense of shame or reflection.
Whilst I was thus making these laudable dispositions, and whispering to
myself a kind of tacit vow of incontinency, enters Mr. H... The
consciousness of what I had been doing deepened yet the glowing of my
cheeks, flushed with the warmth of the late action, which, joined to
the piquant air of my dishabile, drew from Mr. H.... a compliment on my
looks, which he was proceeding to bask the sincerity of with proofs,
and that with so brisk an action, as made me tremble for fear of a
discovery from the condition those parts were left in from their late
severe handling: the orifice dilated and inflamed, the lips swollen
with their uncommon distension, the ringlets pressed down, crushed and
uncurled with the over flowing moisture that had wet everything round
it; in short, the different feel and state of things would hardly have
passed upon one of Mr. H.....’s nicety and experience unaccounted for
but by the real cause. But here the woman saved me: I pretended a
violent disorder of my head, and a feverish heat, that indisposed me
too much to receive his embraces. He gave in to this, and good
naturedly desisted. Soon after, an old lady coming in made a third,
very apropos for the confusion I was in, and Mr. H...., after bidding
me take care of myself, and recommending me to my repose, left me much
at ease and relieved by his absence.
In the close of the evening, I took care to have prepared for me a warm
bath of aromatik and sweet herbs; in which having fully laved and
solaced myself, I came out voluptuously refreshed in body and spirit.
The next morning waking pretty early, after a night’s perfect rest and
composure, it was not without some dread and uneasiness that I thought
of what innovation that tender soft system of mine might have
sustained, from the shock of a machine so sized for its destruction.
Struck with this apprehension, I scarce dared to carry my hand thither,
to inform myself of the state and posture of things.
But I was soon agreeably cured of my fears.
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