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 silky hair that covered round the borders, now smoothed and
re-pruned, had resumed its wonted curl and trimness; the fleshy pouting
lips that had stood the brunt of the engagement, were no longer swollen
or moisture-drenched; and neither they, nor the passage into which they
opened, that had suffered so great a dilation, betrayed any the least
alteration, outwardly or inwardly, to the most curious research,
notwithstanding the laxity that naturally follows the warm bath.
This continuation of that grateful stricture which is in us, to the
men, the very jet of their pleasure, I owed, it seems, to a happy habit
of body, juicy, plump and furnished, towards the texture of those
parts, with a fullness of soft springy flesh, that yielding
sufficiently, as it does, to almost any distension soon recovers itself
so as to re-tighten that strict compression of its mantlings and folds,
which form the sides of the passage, wherewith it so tenderly embraces
and closely clips any foreign body introduced into it, such as my
exploring finger then was.
Finding then every thing in due tone and order, I remember my fears,
only to make a jest of them to myself. And now, palpably mistress of
any size of man, and triumphing in my double achievement of pleasure
and revenge, I abandoned myself entirely to the ideas of all the
delight I had swam in. I lay stretching out, glowingly alive all over,
and tossing with burning impatience for the renewal of joys that had
sinned but in a sweet excess; nor did I lose my longing, for about ten
in the morning, according to expectation, Will, my new humble
sweetheart, came with a message from his master, Mr. H...., to know how
I did. I had taken care to send my maid on an errand into the city,
that I was sure would take up time enough; and, from the people of the
house, I had nothing to fear, as they were plain good sort of folks,
and wise enough to mind no more other people’s business than they could
well help.
All dispositions then made, not forgetting that of lying in bed to
receive him, when he was entered the door of my bed chamber, a latch,
that I governed by a wire, descended and secured it.
I could not but observe that my young minion was as much spruced out as
could be expected from one in his condition: a desire of pleasing that
could not be indifferent to me, since it proved that I pleased him;
which, I assure you, was now a point I was not above having in view.
His hair trimly dressed, clean linen, and, above all, a hale, ruddy,
wholesome country look, made him out as pretty a piece of woman’s meat
as you could see, and I should have thought any one much out of taste,
that could not have made a hearty meal of such a morsel as nature
seemed to have designed for the highest diet of pleasure.
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