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
I smiled, and put out my hand towards him, which he kneeled down to (a
politeness taught him by love alone, that great master of it) and
greedily kissed. After exchanging a few confused questions and answers,
I asked him if he would come to bed to me, for the little time I could
venture to detain him. This was just asking a person, dying with
hunger, to feast upon the dish on earth the most to his palate.
Accordingly, without further reflection, his clothes were off in an
instant; when, blushing still more at this new liberty, he got under
the bed clothes I held up to receive him, and was now in bed with a
woman for the first time in his life.
Here began the usual tender preliminaries, as delicious, perhaps, as
the crowning act of enjoyment itself; which they often beget an
impatience of, that makes pleasure destructive of itself, by hurrying
on the final period, and closing that scene of bliss, in which the
actors are generally too well pleased with their parts, not to wish
them an eternity of duration.
When we had sufficiently graduated our advances towards the main point,
by toying, kissing, clipping, feeling my breasts, now round and plump,
feeling that part of me I might call a furnace mouth, from the
prodigious intense heat his fiery touches had rekindled there, my young
sportsman, emboldened by the very freedom he could wish, wontonly takes
my hand, and carries it to that enormous machine of his, that stood
with a stiffness! a hardness! an upward bend of erection! and which,
together with it bottom dependence, the inestimable bulse of ladies
jewels, formed a grand showout of goods indeed! Then its dimensions,
mocking either grasp or span, almost renewed my terrors.
I could not conceive how, or by what means I could take, or put such a
bulk out of sight. I stroked it gently, on which the mutinous rogue
seemed to swell, and gather a new degree of fierceness and insolence;
so that finding it grew not to be trifled with any longer, I prepared
for rubbers in good earnest.
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