desire, unsullied by contact with the ruining hand of public prostitution, and fresh from her native atmosphere; her manners were easy and graceful, and her conversation charming.
With this lady my fancy soon found a resting place, and full of notions of revenging Lord L-'s desertion of my mother, I allowed myself to cherish ideas of putting in practice a signal retribution.
Adelaide, that was the name of this full-blown rose, exhibited in all her intercourse with me so much condescension and regard that I had but little difficulty in persuading myself, her conquest would prove an easy victory.
I endeavoured to insinuate myself into her confidence, and hitting upon a few of her weak points, I soon found myself in a position to open the breach.
Gradually allowing my feelings to become visible, and watching the effects upon the lady, she appeared to me to be flattered by partiality and she smiled on my suit. Opportunity only was now wanted to complete the adventure, and it was not long before it occurred.
One day I was making my usual afternoon's round amongst my patients, when on passing the gates I perceived the chariot of Lord L- emerge with his lordship seated alone with it. Waiting until it had turned an angle of the road, and was well out of sight, I went up to the house, and asked for his lordship-of course he was not at home-and as I was turning, as if to depart, I suddenly asked for the lady, making an excuse about some flowers I had promised her.
Being admitted, I found her seated alone, having just parted from my father; we entered into conversation, and I studied to improve the opportune chance by every means in my power.
Not to weary the reader by detailing every passing compliment or meaning look, suffice it to say a quarter of an hour found us side by side upon a sofa, with my arm tenderly pressed round the waist of the lovely woman. From this position it was easy to snatch an occasional kiss, and finding no great resistance to this liberty, I proceeded cautiously to others still more daring.
My hand wandered over the palpitating bosom of my fair friend, and I gradually turned myself towards her, until our faces met, and my chest pressed her softer charms beneath it.
Our eyes met; there was no necessity for words, the soft voluptuous languor in her humid optics was far more expressive than words of the amorous storm within that tumultuous bosom.
Fierce lust now took full possession of me, and no consideration, however sacred, would have prevented me from gratifying my burning passion upon the person of the lovely being before me.
I sought and found the hem of her dress, and without experiencing much opposition, succeeded in passing my hand up to her knees; it did not stop there, but with redoubled ardour it aspired to take possession of things above. A thigh of large and beautifully moulded proportions ravished me with its softness, yet further, a mossy growth of fine down hair rewarded the boldness of my searching hand.
Wound up to a fearful pitch of excitement, I worked my finger into as charming a little recess as ever tempted man.
Delays are dangerous, more especially in love, so say the eager, and so thought I, as stealthily unbuttoning my nether garments, I slyly introduced my firm and excited weapon to the lovely spot. A voluptuous shudder passed through her frame the first touch. I press forward, a murmur of resentment breaks gently from the lips of my companion; I feel the commencement of the soft insertion, and bursting with impatience, I bury myself in the body of the dear girl.
Once fairly in, how I did revel in charms of such a luxurious nature.
Fiercely did I move in and out of the tight, lusciously clasping case, which clung so amorously with its soft juicy folds to the shaft of my delighted weapon of love.
At each thrust she sighed more deeply, and as the maddening moments passed, and the intense enjoyment lashed our passions into fury, she hugged my form closely to her, whilst low murmurs of wanton pleasure escaped from the dewy lips which had just previously essayed to express her resentment at my outrageous conduct.
Nature could no longer restrain her tribute to the efforts of love, which now produced their usual effect, but in a more exaggerated form. I felt the approach of those moments, during which we die a thousand deaths, as the fires of fierce lightning dance through every nerve. It came; I fell forward. Description is vain to paint my feelings. A quivering agony of pleasure seized us both-a delirious desire to press our souls and bodies closer in communication, a mutual rush of that hot balm, which finally relieves excited nature, closed out transports and left us breathless, hot, and moist in each other's arms.
We remained for some moments closely entwined in each other's embrace, and exchanging those little gentle tokens of gratified passion that usually mark the period of listlessness, succeeding the fierce energy of previous action.
At length we separated, but only to adjust our somewhat ruffled habiliments. She then made me sit down by her side, and it was not long, before I found my champion growing restive beneath the touches of the soft warm hand, which she had inserted into his nest. Not contented however that he should remain thus concealed, she with a slight jerk brought my stately toy into daylight, the proceeded to examine it in every direction.
This amusement I found highly gratifying to my own senses, and soon induced such a state of erection as to give fair promise of a refreshing spurt to the lovely operator.
A new idea seemed to strike her, and sliding on to her knees between my legs, she wantonly caressed my member, all hard and excited as it was, and after lengthened hisses, slowly let it slide into her mouth, and then so tickled it with her tongue, and pressed it between her moist lips, that I was fain to cry 'hold!' and abruptly withdrew my instrument for fear of a discharge. But if I deprived myself of one opportunity, I quickly found another opening, not less delightful than the less usual entrance I had just quitted.
We gave ourselves entirely up to the rage of our voluptuous sensations; I wriggled and pushed, until I lay gasping on her breast in the soft agonies of a bountiful emission.
Again and again I cooled my raging lust, in the arms of this charming woman, who was ever ready to respond with all the ardour of her sensuous nature to the continued resurrections of Cupid's battering ram, which she laughingly assured me was a perfect phoenix of its kind.
At last exhausted nature refused longer to sustain my desires, and after much loving dalliance and promises of a speedy re-union, the highmettled pego had to confess himself vanquished, and slunk away crestfallen from the field of love.
CHAPTER II
When Sappho loved a fair being of her own sex even to madness, she doubtless found a means to gratify the passion with which she burned, although to us men, and more especially to medical men, it is surprising how a perfect enjoyment could be arrived at, without a penetrating power on either side.
Woman is formed to receive within her the all-important member of the other sex, and if she is deprived of that, there is but one substitute to compensate for the loss, and that is imagination. But the inspired poetess possessed imagination in an inordinate degree, and no doubt she brought it into play, in those soft encounters of which the old Greek writers tell us, a sufficient amount of that essential to constitute a pleasure no less keen than a novel.
And so in the present day what is wanting in absolute reality, is an imaginative mind supplied by the fancy. When a man gives himself up to the pleasures of self-enjoyment, does not the idea that he is procuring these agreeable sensations my unnatural means, tend to heighten his feelings. And does he not try to picture-aye, to a marvelous exactness, how he would feel, were those finishing throbs of ecstasy experienced upon the panting bosom of the lovely being he is lusting for?
Even so, this pleasure, in whatever degree it is experienced, is ever to be increased by the action of the mind.
You are mounted on the body of a woman of pleasure, you imagine, perhaps in ignorance, that you are the first to pluck the maiden flower from a lovely and innocent girl. Have you not precisely the same sensations that would be experienced in the actual deflowering of a maid? Of course you have; and in no case can the adage be more properly applied, than when in allusion to such a deception it is remarked: 'Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise.'
