A Journey to the World of Pleasure: Love's Ecstasy

"Alexander, my darling, pass your middle finger down and rub it on my clitoris, and then suck the nipple of my bubby next you, and work away with your glorious prick."

I did as desired.

She seconded me with an art quite peculiar to herself, and at last we both died away in that love's death, which is so overpowering and so delicious.

The glorious position we were in rendered it almost impossible to lose ground.

Spend as often as you please, but if my prick had been one that would have shrunk to nothing, the wonderful power of retaining it within her possessed by my delicious mistress would have prevented the possibility of exit.

In the after-nights, I have often fallen sound asleep with it entirely embedded within her and awoke hours later to find her extraordinary power of retention had held him firm, not with standing his having shrunk up to a mere piece of doughy flesh.

In this instance, after recovering our senses, I still retained my place, and we recommenced our conversation, with my lovely instructress giving me many and most useful hints for my afterlife.

I have often since dwelt on the wisdom of all she so charmingly taught me and wondered how such a young woman could have such thorough knowledge of her sex and the world.

I suppose love is a great master and inspired her on this occasion.

I may here remark that for forty years afterwards, this charming woman and I remained the fastest of friends after being the most ardent of lovers.

She was the depository of all my erotic extravagancies and never showed any jealousy, but I really enjoyed the recital of my wildest love combats with others.

Alas! Death at last took her from me, and I lost the mainstay of my existence.

Forgive this digression, but I am writing long after these events, and sorrows will have their vent.

Woe is me! To return to present joys.

We continued talking and toying until I was again anxious to commence love's combat.

My prudent mistress wished me to finish for the time and to sleep and refresh ourselves for renewed efforts, but youth and strength nerved me for the fight, and being securely fixed, I held her as in a vice, with my thighs around only one of hers that could have allowed her to escape.

Passing my finger down on her stiffened clitoris, I so excited her that she had no wish but to bring matters to a crisis.

"Stop, my dear," she said, "and we will renew our pleasure with another attitude."

So withdrawing her leg off my loins, she turned on her side so as to present her glorious buttocks before me and pressed them into my belly and against my thighs, which seemed to introduce my prick even further than he was within before.

Besides, in all these positions where a woman presents her splendid backside to you, it is always more exciting and has a greater hold on you than any other way.

We thoroughly enjoyed this splendid fuck, and without withdrawing, both fell into the sweetest imaginable slumber.

This was one of those occasions in which, having fallen asleep engrossed, I awoke some five hours later to find my prick still lightly held within the velvety folds of one of the most delicious cunts ever created for the felicity of man, or, I may say, woman, either.

You may easily imagine how soon my prick swelled to his wonted size upon finding himself still in such charming quarters.

I let him lay quite still, barring the involuntary throbs he could not avoid making and bending my body away from my lovely mistress.

I admired her breadth of shoulders, the beauty of her upper arm, the exquisite chute of her loins, the swell of her hips, and the glorious projection and rotundity of her immense buttocks.

I slowly and gently pushed in and out of her juicy sheath until, awakened by the exquisite sensations of my slow movements, all her lubricity was excited, and we ended one of our most delicious encounters, finishing, as usual, with a death-like exhaustion.

She declared I had done enough for one night, and jumping out of bed compelled me to betake myself to my own room, where, I must confess, I very shortly slept as soundly as could be without at the same time oversleeping myself.

Thus passed several successive nights until the full moon, when one day Mrs. Kalson complained of a headache and felt unwell.

I was very alarmed, but she took the occasion to tell me it was quite natural, and she would explain to me how it was so at night.

I was obliged to be content with this. At night, she came and sat on my bed and told me all the mysteries of the case.

How women, not with children, had these bleedings monthly, which, so far from being hurtful, were a relief to the system, and that they happened at the full moon or the new moon, generally at the former.

Further, all connection with men must cease at such a time. I was in despair, for my prick was stiff enough to burst. However, my kind and darling mistress, to relieve me from the pain of distention, took my prick in her mouth and performed a new maneuver.

Wetting her middle finger with her saliva, she thrust it up my bottom hole and worked in unison with the suction of the knob and the frigging of the root of my prick with the other hand.

I had a most exquisite and copious discharge, the pleasure being greatly enhanced by the action of the finger up my fundament.

My charming mistress swallowed all I could give her and did not cease sucking until the last drop had exuded from my throbbing prick.

I was obliged to be satisfied with this, and my mistress informed me I could have no more enjoyment for four or five days, which, to my impatience, was like condemning me to as many ages of hope deferred.

I observed, while she was kissing me, that her breath had a peculiar odor, and I asked her what she had been eating.

"Why do you ask, my dear boy?"

"Because of the difference in your breath, which is generally so sweet and fragrant."