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JULIES STORY 4 SUNDAY

Introduction: Family traditions are the best Tom awoke to the delicious feeling of Julie kneeling between his legs sucking his dick. He pulled her up into her lap and kissed her. He caressed her hair and down her back as their tongues dueled in loves fight. Pulling away, he recommended they get a shower as he had plans for them for today. He asked if she was interested in going swimming again. She laughed Skinny dipping? He said no, he wanted to take her to the beach. She squealed in joy....

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Good Medicine Senior YearChapter 37 Nativity 1984

December 24, 1984, McKinley, Ohio On Monday, which was Christmas Eve, I slept in, ate a light breakfast, then made some tea and went to sit in the music room to start reading Foundation. I read for about fifteen minutes before Doctor Blahnik came into the room. “What time are you leaving?” she asked “About 11:00am.” “And you’ll be back tonight?” “Around 9:30pm, most likely. We’ll go to Vespers, then have a light meal.” “Will you join Milena, Joel, Derek, and me to decorate the tree? I...

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Memoires of a Schoolgirl The Art of Seduction

I grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s in the townships of Yallourn, and later, Yallourn North. These towns, especially Yallourn, have etched indelible memories of my childhood and youth. One special memory in particular relates to my student days at the Yallourn High School which I still vividly remember. These memories are a recollection of events that took place in the year of 1980, my final year at high school, before going to the University of Melbourne in the following year. I feel honoured...

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Memoires of an Army Base The Art of Seduction

I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16, two days after my birthday, at Lake Narracan. Within weeks, my Year 12 had commenced at the Yallourn High School, the year being 1980. Throughout the first semester, I met an American boy who was living in Australia for two years while his parents were seconded on a huge engineering project. Taking a liking to Larry, the boy in question, I proceeded to seduce him throughout that semester. On the Tuesday before Easter, my seduction process culminated...

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Memoires of an Army Base The Art of Seduction

I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16, two days after my birthday, at Lake Narracan. Within weeks, my Year 12 had commenced at the Yallourn High School, the year being 1980. Throughout the first semester, I met an American boy who was living in Australia for two years while his parents were seconded on a huge engineering project. Taking a liking to Larry, the boy in question, I proceeded to seduce him throughout that semester. On the Tuesday before Easter, my seduction process culminated...

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Memoires of a Schoolgirl The Art of Seduction

I grew up in the 1960’s and 70’s in the townships of Yallourn, and later, Yallourn North. These towns, especially Yallourn, have etched indelible memories of my childhood and youth. One special memory in particular relates to my student days at the Yallourn High School which I still vividly remember. These memories are a recollection of events that took place in the year of 1980, my final year at high school, before going to the University of Melbourne in the following year. I feel honoured...

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BigBimbos Memoires 2 My Tallest Blowjob

I spent the summer of 1998 iin New York for an internship. I met a girl there who was pretty but not the most stunning beauty that you have ever laid eyes on. She was fairly tall at 5'10", a natural brunette who had to dye her hair black because she lived in New York, her eyes were an unusual shade of blue but not really striking. I met her at a nightclub that an acquaintance from my internship invited me to (I think it was Cheetah, but I can't remember) and found her attractive, but not...

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The Memoires of a Dick Girl Geisha

The ad had said only "Positions in Japan, Degree required" and a number, the fact that I found it in the back of a magazine for Sissy Maids certainly made it seem like a more interesting idea at the time. I had just finished my art degree and was holed up in my house just a few blocks from campus, all my roommates had left for the summer and I had the place to myself, generally I try to keep myslef pretty busy becuase when I am alone, I cant help how strong the urge gets to start...

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Memoires of the Marquis dAmour End

10 - Resolution At home my black pearl received me with joy, she may have missed me? In my office she dutifully informed me about the happenings since my depart. She told me, that she saw Joseph retire through the windows of the two sisters. Confronted with that fact, he must have promised to Candela his fullest cooperation for her secrecy, what gave her a welcome chance to get into his breeches. In lucid words Candela described to me the exciting events, and if her skin would have been fairer...

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Memoires of the Marquis dAmour 9

9 - Satisfaction »All night long I had to masturbate just thinking about your magnificent tool, Sir! I need punishment or further satisfaction, Sir, urgently!«, so greeted me my black pearl, holding my breakfast tray out to me. With the smooth elegance of a black panther she moved then in front of the long mirror, dropped the blue skirt and the bright white bloomers around her ankles. In the classical african tradition she arched her back, intertwined her fingers in the back of her head, spread...

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Memoires of the Marquis dAmour 8

8 - Exploration The court room was empty, on the auction list was a tattered estate and a horse cart in desperate need of repair, and a servant named Candela. Because the deceased owner was a sailor for his entire life I could imagine dark ports in Africa where he could have found this bargain. As she was presented her dull black frock and her greased plaited hair repelled first my attraction, but then considering her hight - towering eight foot - and her mystic african eyes I reserved her...

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Memoires of the Marquis dAmour 7

7 - Submission Justine was the first in the morning to report with anguish, that she was bleeding from her sisters administrations, but I guessed right that she just experienced her first monthly curse. To my question, if she hurt her sister too, she shook her head so vehemently that her golden locks flew, and she swore at once, that she was so much gentler - by God! As I instructed her about the nature of her blood and the history of the nasty spell that befell women of her age I washed her...

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Memoires of the Marquis dAmour 5

5 - Initiation It was a beautiful sunny morning and I was whistling a happy tune. I was still lolling around in my bathrobe as Justine served me my morning tea. She was all shine and sparkle, and after she placed the tray on the desk she flung her arms around my neck and kissed my cheeks. Oh - I grabbed her around the narrow waist and searched for her lips with mine. Holy softness! »Give me your tongue, darling!«, I begged the charming maid in a whisper, she tried it out and seemed to like the...

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Memoires of the Marquis dAmour 4

4 - Seduction To fire up the two randy sister a bit further I removed myself after dinner into my office. Justine brought me my evening port from the bar with a strange gloss in her deep blue eyes - the silver tablet shook under her emotions and she spilled the precious drink. »Do not mind that, dearest darling - I'm in a generous mood tonight!«, so I calmed her rising guilt and to tickle here own generosity as well. I removed her belt and pinched her into her naked buttocks. With a silly...

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The sinful Memoires of the Marquis dAmour

After a good dinner I played a game chess with Justine in front of the fireplace whilst Juliette sat on the couch and trained her reading skills. The frequent stolen glances at me still seemed to heaten up their emotions, and in a strange way to display a sort of sisterly jealousy. I was simply impressed by this welcome affection. I couldn't wait until Justine would utter the need to relieve her bladder before bed time and I would be afforded with another good look at her hidden charms. This...

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The sinful Memoires of the Marquis dAmour

Justine stood before me in my office on the second floor, her pretty sky blue eyes hidden under long lashes, her golden hair well braided and nicely decorated with a purple ribbon. Her delicate hands were clasped in front of her tiny white apron, and under her shortened blue skirt her knees were surely touching as well! With thirteen she was the older of the two sisters - so to say: the role model! So I came straight to the point: »Did you rub the dickel of our new poultry boy?« That came...

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The sinful Memoires of the Marquis dAmour

My late father bestowed on me enough wealth to lead a leisurely life style, and mother nature endowed me with a generous member that wanted to be constantly entertained by the most delicious adventures. I owned now suddenly a few houses in town and my walled in villa in the country side. I maintained already two young maids, Justine and Juliette as I called them, the lovely and lively daughters of a certain Mister Beaumont, who was a traveling sales man, and who's lovely wife happened to die...

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Julies First Black Cock

My wife has led a very sheltered life, there were no blacks in her area and she had only ever seen them from afar. We visited New york and Julie wsa awed by all she saw, after a few drinks she was pretty loose and I said to her, have you ever seen a black cock up close, she said no.I asked if she would like to, she said yes.We went to a club and several guys were dancing and checking the ladies out, one huge good looking black guy Leon was his name came over and he was real friendly, soon we...

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Julies Roadside Stop

Once she’d left the limits of her small town, she hit the gas as hard as she dared. The road was a straight shot to the city from here, and it was a fairly deserted route, so she shouldn’t have to worry about cops. As her Mazda whipped along the road, stirring up dust and fallen leaves in its wake, she sighed dismally and checked her watch again. There was no way in hell she was going to make it on time. Maybe if she’d been driving a Formula One racecar. Maybe. Julie pressed down a little...

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JULIES STORY 6 MONDAY AFTERNOON

Her mom said “We need to have a talk about the facts of life before we get home.” Julie laughed and reminded her they had that talk back when she had her first period. Her mother said “Those were the facts of life in general. Now we have to discuss the facts of life in our family.” Julie sat up and asked her what she meant. Her mom explained “It all started with your Great Grandmother Nelly. Her husband and she lived on a farm along with their son, John, and two daughters, Betty and Sue....

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JULIES STORY 3 SATURDAY NIGHT

When she came back downstairs, Tom whistled his appreciation. Taking her hand, he spun her around to catch a full view of her. He chuckled that she looked so good maybe they should stay in for the night. He lifted the skirt of her dress to see the open crotched red panties she was wearing. Pulling the front of her top down a little, he smiled as he saw the open nipple black lace bra holding her tits in place. He patted her ass as he directed her to the dinner table. He had prepared a lovely...

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Julies mum catches us

Evidently her cousin had fucked her a few days before I found them, and got her brother Barry to do it with her as well. They both used condoms. I said if she would let me I would. She said she didnt mind so I got onto her while she was still lying there. When she pulled legs up for me to get my cock in I saw her cunt for the first time. It looked interesting and I was fascinated by it and would ask her later to look at it. While I fucked her I asked when she did it first. She told...

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JULIES STORY 4 SUNDAY

Taking a shower together was torture. He wanted so much to fuck her again, and she was willing. However, time was short for a full day. Tom suggested she put on her bathing suit under her tank top and shorts. Sitting on the bed, he watched her getting dressed. She was totally at ease with each other’s nakedness. Packing a picnic basket with the essentials, he loaded towels and a beach blanket into the trunk. They headed out to the ocean beach with the top down on the car. They stopped for a...

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My Virgin Wife Back In 1984

I could not believe how terribly aroused I had become after the events of the long, long wedding day. I could tell that her struggling was mostly for show. She felt her resistance weakening, just as my thick, painfully hard penis touched the small red lips of my young bride’s vagina. The bloated head was shiny and it slightly resembled something that should have whiskers! "Just for a second!” She finally gasped, even as I slipped into her tightness. "Uh, uh, you can break me, but...

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Adele in Naples Italy 1984

I met up with this young Italian lady Adele, in her twenties at the NATO Officers Club in Bagnoli, Naples. She had sexy reddish brunette hair and a petite body and frame, dressed in pantyhose, a white blouse and black skirt. I bought her a few drinks and discovered she was there with her sister. Later, she had a fight with her sister at the club and asked me for a ride home.We stopped the car and parked in an out of the way area to talk and before I knew it my tongue was in her mouth. We kissed...

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1984

Thirty nine didn’t seem so bad. In fact, thirty nine seemed pretty decent. I had just recently come to the realization that I was old enough not to be consumed with the opinions of others, yet young enough to retain the belief that everything in the world ultimately worked out to my personal advantage. It was a nice place to be. Perhaps because I was revelling in my new-found comfort with aging, my girlfriend’s birthday gift of a psychic reading seemed a bit “odd” at best and — frankly —...

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The Wilmington Womans ClubChapter 23 Laura Lou Part 3 Early March 1984

Lou let her contemplate the situation for a moment, and then attached a clamp to each nipple. As he tightened them, her breath audibly registered the new sensations. "Grab the bedpost and lean over so I can see your ass." Biting her lip, she complied. Without waiting for her next question, he began spanking her. Slowly at first, he spread the slaps around her firm buttocks. She managed to remain silent, merely grunting every so often. But with time, the slaps came more rapidly. Now each...

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A Fresh StartChapter 86 Fall 1984

I came home from the office on Friday a week later and was greeted at the door by my son. “Hi, buddy, what’s up?” “Mommy’s crying,” he told me. “Mommy’s crying? What’s wrong?” “I don’t know.” “Did you do something?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he repeated. “Did I do something?” “I don’t know.” I just nodded down at him. “Okay, I’ll go talk to Mommy. I’m sure we did something.” He headed back to the living room, and I followed him. I dropped my briefcase in the living room, and then went...

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Davids Life Book II Just Like Starting OverChapter 10 Senior Year Fall 1983 through Spring 1984

The first day of school was Tuesday, September sixth. This semester would be filled with AP English, AP Psychology, AP Calculus, and AP Biology. There were the other classes they had to take, like Regents Spanish, Art, R.E., and Physical Education. They shared all their AP and Regents courses, but the rest were separate. David was promoted to Cadet Commander, and had their program been big enough he would have been made Cadet Captain. The promotion was based on his hard work, grades,...

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Julies Assault

Introduction: Julie is walking home from school when shes grabbed on the street by a gang of men…now they can use her however they like She was walking home from school when they grabbed her. It was a warm night, She was wearing only a light tank top and a pair of jean shorts as she walked down the empty street. she walked this same street every night, and she always had since she started college three years ago. This was the first class she had that got out at nine at night though…which...

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Julies Capture

It was a cold day as Julie rode her motor cycle down some back road in Australia, she could not rember where or when now it was to long ago, she rode a Harley, 95 fatboy down and stoped at a pub, her last day of freedom.  She parked the bike outside and walked in, in her tight leather jacket and pants, pulled off her leather gloves sat down at the bar and light a ciggerate. A man in a pickup had been following but she did not know, now did she know he had made her bike inoperable. He walked in...

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Julies Summer Schooling

‘Enjoying the view?’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘You like what you see over there?’ ‘Don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I turned on my sofa-bed and smiled sheepishly at Lucy. Best to own up when you know you’ve been caught out. Plus there’s a special dispensation for letting your eyes stray when you’re on holiday. I read that in FHM. Not that I was easily distracted from the five foot six of tightly-coiled sexual fury lying next to me. Since our first meeting two months previously, when Lucy had sold me a new...

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Julies lockdown silver lining

It was a strange year in 2020, a year that i would never forget. I had met Jeff that year, during a time that a virus was sweeping through the world. Laws were passed to keep people isolated and meeting up was entirely forbidden. Technology was a god send in those days, it allowed Jeff and I to really get to know each other. We had all the time in the world to chat and discover where we had similarities. It turned out that we liked a lot of the same things. We spent so many days and into the...

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Julies lockdown silver lining

It was a strange year in 2020, a year that i would never forget. I had met Jeff that year, during a time that a virus was sweeping through the world. Laws were passed to keep people isolated and meeting up was entirely forbidden. Technology was a god send in those days, it allowed Jeff and I to really get to know each other. We had all the time in the world to chat and discover where we had similarities. It turned out that we liked a lot of the same things. We spent so many days and into the...

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Julies lockdown silver lining

It was a strange year in 2020, a year that i would never forget. I had met Jeff that year, during a time that a virus was sweeping through the world. Laws were passed to keep people isolated and meeting up was entirely forbidden. Technology was a god send in those days, it allowed Jeff and I to really get to know each other. We had all the time in the world to chat and discover where we had similarities. It turned out that we liked a lot of the same things. We spent so many days and into the...

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Julies lockdown silver lining

It was a strange year in 2020, a year that i would never forget. I had met Jeff that year, during a time that a virus was sweeping through the world. Laws were passed to keep people isolated and meeting up was entirely forbidden. Technology was a god send in those days, it allowed Jeff and I to really get to know each other. We had all the time in the world to chat and discover where we had similarities. It turned out that we liked a lot of the same things. We spent so many days and into the...

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Julies first black cock

A couple months ago , I was looking to take my wife out and get her laid. The day seemed to start off good . A black man had contacted me on a swingers website that we belong to and said he was willing to meet. Knowing how wet she would get , I gave him her cell phone number and told him to call her so she could set up a time for this to happen. Wouldn’t you know it he never called. When she came home from work, I could tell she was a little bummed out by it. Still no call, I asked. Nope he...

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Memoirs

"...a few hours later slowly escaping from the dream, I felt like I was leaving a place I had been for years, as though I belonged there. I woke with the images still in my vision and the most sensual feeling of waves of luscious moisture rushing over my body. I continued moaning uncontrollably, my feet digging into the mattress allowing my hips to flow forward, over and over again. Realizing at that moment I was gripping something I looked down to see my daughter's eyes closed and her...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter

Introduction:Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, also known as Fanny Hill is a novel by John Cleland. Written in 1749, it is considered the first erotic novel, and has became a byword for the battle of censorship of erotica. Fanny's story, as she falls into prostitution and then rises to respectability, takes the form of a confession that is coloured by copious and explicit physiological details of her carnal adventures.During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I...

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The Flowering A Memoir of a Fateful Day

My "Flowering" - A Memoir of a Special Day I am now twenty two years old and as is the custom, I am to write out a memoir of what my "Flowering Day", a year ago, meant to me. I will, of course, do so. So I have been told, so shall I do! Since the Great Realignment, which happened back in 2047, for the past 37 years, each young Unworthy, within three weeks, before or after their 21st birthday, must submit to the "Flowering" Ceremony. So I have been told, so shall I do! All...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter

Introduction:Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, also known as Fanny Hill is a novel by John Cleland. Written in 1749, it is considered the first erotic novel, and has became a byword for the battle of censorship of erotica. Fanny's story, as she falls into prostitution and then rises to respectability, takes the form of a confession that is coloured by copious and explicit physiological details of her carnal adventures.During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I...

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A Housewifes Memoirs Part One

"Hello, Mrs. Patterson. Please sit down. May I call you Laura?” he politely asked. She just smiled without objecting."We're so glad you came in for an interview today, Laura. You should know that it is important that if you choose to work here, you need to be totally satisfied with us as we are of hiring you. It's a two way street, if you see what I mean."Laura nodded as if she knew what he meant. "Of course, Mr. Stellers," she said. "It's like working at Walmart where they call the hired help...

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Memoirs Chapter Six

Aging is highly over-rated. No one told me that I would become old without even realizing it. It just happened all at once. I recognized it without acknowledging it. My energy at the restaurants declined. Consequently, I gave more and more responsibilities to the managers. They were younger and far more enthusiastic about the job than I. They were running the restaurants for me. More of my time was spent playing golf or volunteering for community service. For my sixtieth birthday, I decided to...

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Memoirs Chapter One

I'm an old man now and my health is just short of the grave, but you know, I still have the mind of a teenager. They have always said that at a certain age, people revert to their childhood and that must be true in my case. The thing is, although the body gets old and weak, it doesn't always apply to the mind. My mind is as fresh with memories as if they had happened yesterday. Early in life I was aware of my sexuality. It took awhile to connect that with the other gender. This is to say, I was...

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Reform School Memoirs of a Nun

Reform School: A Nun?s Story  Jill Crokett?sReform School: Memoirs of a NunChapter 1In 1999 I received a telephone call from a man who introduced himself as an attorney calling from San Francisco, in America. The only unusual thing about the call, other than the fact that I had never heard of him, was the fact that I live in the town of Dubbo, in Australia, several hours drive west of Sydney.My father?s side of the family has lived here in New South Wales for generations, but on my...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 1

-------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 1 Madam, I SIT down to give you an undeniable proof of my considering your desires as in dispensible orders: ungracious then as the task may be, I shall recall to view those scandalous stages of my life, out of which I emerg'd at length, to the enjoyment of every blessing in the power of love, health, and fortune to bestow; whilst yet in the flower of youth, and not too late to employ the leisure afforded me by...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 2

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 2 About eleven at night my two ladies came home, and having received rather a favourable account from Martha, who had run down to let them in, for Mr. Crofts (that was the name of my brute) was gone out of the house, after waiting till he had tired his patience for Mrs. Brown’s return, they came thundering up stairs, and seeing me pale, my face bloody, and all the marks of the most thorough dejection, they...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 3

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 3 We had certainly been but a few instants away from it, and yet on our return we saw everything in good forwardness for recommencing the tender hostilities. The young foreigner was sitting down, fronting us, on the coach, with Polly upon one knee, who had her arms round his neck, whilst the extreme whiteness of her skin was not undelightfully contrasted by the smooth glossy brown of her lover’s. But who could...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 4

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 4 To this purpose were the reflections of the whole day, of which every minute seemed to me a little eternity. How often did I visit the clock! nay, was tempted to advance the tedious hand, as if that would have advanced the time with it! Had those of the house had the least observations on me, they must have remarked something extraordinary from the discomposure I could not help betraying; especially when at...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 5

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 5 We had certainly been but a few instants away from it, and yet on our return we saw everything in good forwardness for recommencing the tender hostilities. The young foreigner was sitting down, fronting us, on the coach, with Polly upon one knee, who had her arms round his neck, whilst the extreme whiteness of her skin was not undelightfully contrasted by the smooth glossy brown of her lover’s. But who...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 6

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 6 My eyes were instantly filled with tears, but tears of the most delicious delight; to find myself in the arms of that beauteous youth, was a rapture that my little hear swam in; past or future were equally out of the question with me; the present was as much as all my powers of life were sufficient to bear the transport of, without fainting. Nor were the most tender embraces, the most soothing expressions...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 7

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 7 It was then broad day. I was sitting up in the bed, the cloaths of which were all tost, or roll'd off, by the unquietness of our motions, from the sultry heat of the weather; nor could I refuse myself a pleasure that solicited me so irresistibly, as this fair occasion of feasting my sight with all those treasures of youthful beauty I had enjoy'd, and which lay now almost entirely naked, his shirt being trust...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 8

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 8 Phœbe, my kind tutoress Phœbe, was at the time gone out, perhaps in search of me, or their cooked-up story had not, it is probable, passed smoothly. This negociation had, however, taken up some time, which would have appeared much longer to me, left as I was, in a strange house, if the landlady, a motherly sort of a woman, to whom Charles had liberally recommended me, had not come up and borne me company. We...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the First Part 9

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. Letter the First - Part 9 I had now got down at least half a partridge, and three or four glasses of wine, which he compelled me to drink by way of restoring nature, but whether there was any thing extraordinary put into the wine, or whether there wanted no more to revive the natural warmth of my constitution, and give fire to the old train, I began no longer to look with that constraint, not to say disguise, on Mr. H...., which I...

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Fanny Hill Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure Letter the Second Part1

----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure.- or FANNY HILL LETTER THE SECOND Part-1 Madam, If I have delayed the sequel of my history, it has been purely to allow myself a little breathing time not without some hopes, that, instead of pressing me to a continuation, you would have acquitted me of the task of pursuing a confession, in the course of which my self-esteem has so many wounds to sustain. I imagined, indeed, that you would have been cloyed and tired with uniformity of...

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----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. LETTER THE SECOND Part-2 In the order of our sitting, it was Harriet’s turn to go on. Amongst all the beauties of our sex, that I had before, or have since seen, few indeed were the forms that could dispute excellence with her’s; it was not delicate, but delicacy itself incarnate, such was the symmetry of her small but exactly fashioned limbs. Her complexion, fair as it was, appeared yet more fair, from the effect of two black eyes,...

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----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. LETTER THE SECOND Part-3 “What shall I say? my emotions of fear and surprise were instantly subdued by those of the pleasure I bespoke in great presence of mind from the turn this adventure might take. He seemed to me no other than a pitying angel, dropt out of the clouds: for he was young and perfectly handsome, which was more than even I had asked for, man, in general, being all that my utmost desires had pointed at. I thought then I...

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----------------------- MEMOIRS OF A Woman of Pleasure. LETTER THE SECOND Part-4 As soon as he was off, I ran to her, and sitting down on the couch by her, rais’d her head, which she declined gently, and hung on my bosom, to hide her blushes and confusion at what had passed, till by degrees she re-composed herself, and accepted of a restorative glass of wine from my spark, who had left me to fetch it to her, whilst her own was readjusting his affaire and buttoning up; after which he led...