Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire
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Long before the days of Christian Grey and Ana Steele, the Victorian era was a time of dangerous passion and insatiable desire. Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire reveals the secret world of Victorian erotica, in a tantalizing anthology of lust, pleasure and pain. This sensual collection leaves no fantasy unexplored, no whip uncracked, no heaving bosom untouched, no maidenhood unravished. A vintage world of erotic bliss, for the bold and adventurous reader.
‘Had stated that marriage and due copulation ‘Were sent to check sin and prevent fornication; ‘So that those whose desires were impetuous and randy. ‘Might always have something to quiet them handy; ‘Hence ’twas plainly quite wrong to preserve such a distance, ‘And thwart his desires by a prudish resistance.’ This reserve was soon banished, and love unrestrained By alarm, or by coyness, triumphantly reigned. All his wanton endearments I freely returned, ’Till the flame of desire
think so, Ada?” he said smiling, then proceeded to kiss the firm round globes of my bosom, whilst his hand passed over and moulded every part of my person, making comments as he examined each part, such as, “Delicious bubbles! What a firm little rump, and what a lovely fat little cunny you have, sissy; how nicely it is getting covered with the soft downy hair just beginning to grow!” ‘His touches fired the blood in my veins till I was quite beside myself, and yet without knowing what I wanted,
beautiful pictures as well as books, if you come to my library. You have read the history of Rome, but never saw an account of the private lives of the Emperors, how some loved their own sons and daughters, whilst Nero had his mother, and Caligula his horse, the latter in fact had a kind of platform in the stable with a pair of low shafts, into which his horse was backed, and so harnessed that he could neither kick or get away, whilst his Imperial master made love to his bottom behind, but that
Madden.’ ‘Dear Miss Clara, I would do anything to please you,’ and he pressed up against her, and spreading his fingers moved them about over her bottom. She evidently did not object to this little innocent familiarity, for she only stooped more over the child and stirred her bottom in time with the tune she was humming. He gently pressed one soft cheek, then he moved to the other. Then passing his fingers down the indentation between those luxurious prominences he reached what he knew was the
their cigars all day. It is paying us no great compliment,’ was Madeline’s parting shot. In another moment I was in my seat again, and prepared for a resumption of Monsignor’s lecture on birch rods. ‘Where the Devil have you been to, Clinton?’ said De Vaux. ‘Where it would have been quite impossible for you to have acted as my substitute,’ I unhesitatingly replied. My answer made them all laugh, for they thought I referred to the water closet, whereas I was of course alluding to Lucy, and I