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
Slipping then a pillow under me, that I might give him the fairest
play, I guided officiously with my hand this furious battering ram,
whose ruby head, presenting nearest the resemblance of a heart, I
applied to its proper mark, which lay as finely elevated as we could
wish; my hips being borne up, and my thighs at their utmost extension,
the gleamy warmth that shot from it, made him feel that he was at the
mouth of the indraught, and driving fore right, the powerfully divided
lips of that pleasure-thirsty channel received him. He hesitated a
little; then, settled well in the passage, he makes his way up the
straights of it, with a difficulty nothing more than pleasing, widening
as he went so as to distend and smooth each soft furrow: our pleasure
increasing deliciously, in proportion to our points of mutual touch
increased in that so vital part of me which I had now taken him, all
indriven, and completely sheathed; and which, crammed as it was,
stretched splitting ripe, gave it so gratefully straight an
accommodation! so strict a fold! a suction so fierce! that gave and
took unutterable delight. We had now reached the closest point of
union; but when he beckened to come on the fiercer, as if I had ben
actuated by a fear of losing him, in the height of my fury, I twist my
legs round his naked loins, the flesh of which, so firm, so springy to
the touch, quivered again under the pressure; and now I had him every
way encircled and begirt; and having drawn him home to me, I kept him
fast there, as if I had sought to unite bodies with him at that point.
This bred a pause of action, a pleasure stop, whilst that delicate
glutton, my nether mouth, as full as it could hold, kept palating, with
exquisite relish, the morsel that so deliciously ingorged it. But
nature could not long endure a pleasure that it so highly provoked
without satisfying it: pursuing then its darling end, the battery
recommenced with redoubled exertion; nor lay I inactive on my side, but
encountering him with all the impetuosity of motion I was mistress of,
the downy cloth of our meeting mount was now of real use to break the
violence of the tilt; and soon, indeed! the highwrought agitation, the
sweet urgency of this to-and-fro friction, raised the titillation on me
to its height; so that finding myself on the point of going, and loath
to leave the tender partner of my joys behind me, I employed all the
forwarding motions and arts my experience suggested to me, to promote
his keeping me company to our journey’s end. I not only then tightened
the pleasure-girth round my restless inmate, by a secret spring of
friction and compression that obeys the will in those parts, but stole
my hand softly to that store bag of nature’s prime sweets, which is so
pleasingly attached to its conduit pipe, from which we receive them;
there feeling, and most gently indeed, squeezing those tender globular
reservoirs, the magic touch took instant effect, quickened, and brought
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