Fifty Shades of Victorian Desire

by Davina Charleston

  ‘But come on and do your duty, something has been banging against me for the last ten minutes, and I am dying for it.’

  And what a performer she was, for as I buried my all into her, she clasped me to her warm breasts, and twining her legs round my back seemed to take more than was meant by nature to be admitted; then begging me to move, she in a most marvellous way chafed the extreme point of my weapon between two soft pads far hidden inside her.

  But she could not last many minutes at this, for it always brought her to the melting moments, and then opening her thighs and straightening her legs she clasps me tighter with her arms, her body heaves, and she writhes, yet still I keep up the regular stroke, now buried to the hilt, now tantalizingly drawn till the soft head only remained between those pouting lips, and she in agony would say, ‘Oh! don’t leave me. Oh! quicker. Oh-h-h-h. I cannot bear it. Oh! darling. Oh,’ often biting me on the shoulder, the marks remaining for days, and finally with some deep drawn ‘Oh’s,’ that came from her heart, she would open her thighs quickly as I slipped, if possible, still further into her, and then I would feel that throb-throb, and a warm flow rewarded me.

  With care we could continue one combat for thirty minutes by the clock, she often arriving at those moments of bliss two and three times before I considered it time to make a judicious ending to our pleasure.

  Alas! those Arabian Nights are of the past.

  Extract from

  THE LOVES OF VENUS

  OR

  THE YOUNG WIFE’S CONFESSION*

  My dear Frederica,

  My promise to you before marriage shall be faithfully kept, but little did I think at the time you extracted it from me, that I should have to relate a confession by Ada, very similar, only far more piquante than the experiences that we as brother and sister indulged in when at home.

  No apology is needed from me for getting married, and deserting a sister I always loved more than my life, a sister who sacrificed her honour, and everything we hold sacred to satisfy my incestuous lust, a sister whose loving wantonness would have always kept me with her, only being an elder son to a family of position, it was absolutely necessary for me to keep up the succession for fear that some day our hated relatives might reap the benefits of the fortune left by our ancestors.

  You, too, my dearest pet sister, being engaged to be the bride of a special pal of mine, will soon be solaced for the loss of your dear Fred. Still we may confidently live in hope that some day Frederica and Fred, will again have a chance of feeling all the joys of love, which an incestuous connection imparts in an exceptional degree. Forbidden fruit is always so sweet.

  How can I ever forget our parting on the eve of my wedding day, as we sat in the library of the old home at Cunnusburg, how with tears in your eyes you kissed me in such an impassioned manner that I had to fuck you a fourth time, to the imminent risk of not being able to do my duty to Ada the next evening. How even then you would take a parting suck of my enervated pego, and again raised him in all his pride of life, till I spent even a fifth time, and swallowed every drop, as you said that the very essence of my being might go down to your heart.

  Then, finally, I had to promise you a full account of my wedding night, and any discoveries I might make, or extract from Ada. At the time I thought you must know or guess at something, so you may be sure I was on the qui vive, especially as to the reality of the maidenhead I was to take. Now I write the result, and am sure that if you did know a little then, it cannot be a tithe of what I can now disclose.

  The MSS is enclosed, and I trust that when your turn comes to be joined to your husband, you will repay my confidence, by equal candour on your part.

  I remain, ever your most loving brother,

  FRED.

  London, 2nd June, 1879.

  THE WEDDING NIGHT

  ‘Darling Ada, the moment has come at last, when I am to have you all to myself, when our very souls and bodies can be commingled in the overflow of the essence of our life. In the carriage, in the train, and ever since we have arrived at this hotel, I have never felt we were alone, but it has now arrived that the supreme delights of love are within our grasp, have you any idea of their reality, my pet?’

  This was how I addressed my bride, as the chambermaid of the Golden Lion at Uppington, closed the door behind us, as she bid us good night, with a most significant smile on her face.

  By the way, what a nuisance it is, that everybody we meet, even waiters, chambermaids, and hotel people in general, all know a newly married couple, they seem fair game for every kind of extortion, in addition to which we have to put up with all, the funny looks, and suggestive speeches they may chose to indulge in, at our expense.

  I made a mental resolve to have an explanation of the significant look from the pretty girl before we left the hotel.

  But to return to Ada, she was all blushes, as crimson as a damask rose. You know she is hardly sixteen, and a most piquante little dark-eyed brunette, with full luscious lips constantly tempting you to kiss them, and sparkling blue-black eyes, full of the fires of an excessively ardent temperament.

  ‘How should I, Fred, but I know there is something dreadful to go through at first, but don’t hurry your little Ada, for I’m all in a tremble, now it’s so near the realization of all my dreams of love,’ as she threw her arms round my neck, and kissed me in a more impassioned way than she had ever done before. ‘Let us sit down, and you smoke a cigar; don’t you know sir, I ought to have retired to bed and got fairly between the sheets before you came into the room. I shall never be able to undress before you Fred. Ha! ha!! a fine joke, I’ll make you, sir, go into that cupboard, and will only let you out, when I am ready to jump into bed, and have put out the light.’

  ‘That’s a fine idea, darling,’ I replied, ‘but I will humour your excessive and whimsical modesty for this once, Ada, and shall trust to make myself so free of your person presently that all mock modesty will be banished between us in future. But first I mean to read you an account I have got of a wedding night, in poetry; it is a delicious bit, and will enlighten you as to what you have to expect, my dear. Will you sit on my lap?

  This she did, and I proceeded to read:

  The Bride’s Confession

  Dear Bell, When we parted you begged me to write,

  And inform you of all that occurred the first night,

  When Frank and your Emma were joined hand in hand,

  And allowed to perform all that love could command;

  ‘But what language can tell,’ as the wise man has said,

  ‘Of the wonderful ways of a man with a maid?’

  Be assured they can only be properly known,

  By a lecture in bed, with a swain of your own.

  Notwithstanding, I’ll tell you as well as I can,

  Of discoveries I’ve made in the secrets of man;

  So that you and all curious damsels may learn

  How the game may be played when it comes to your turn.

  After breakfast was over, our carriage of four,

  Well appointed and handsome, drove up to the door;

  We started for Brighton exactly at noon,

  To spend (as the phrase is) our sweet honeymoon;

  Bright Phœbus shone o’er us the whole of the way,

  The captain was amorous, ardent, and gay –

  So much so that, although in the carriage,

  He began to indulge in the freedom of marriage –

  And ventured so far that I felt in a fright,

  For fear the wild rogue would have ravished me quite.

  We reached our hotel, and found all things prepared,

  Our apartments were handsome, well furnished, and aired;

  And the dinner was served so stylish and neat,

  That ‘twas really a sin not to fall to and eat;

  But the feast we expected a little time hence,

  So engrossed every thought and extinguished each sense,

  That inferior desires seemed extingui
shed and gone,

  And our appetites solely centred in one.

  Frank praised the champagne – I though it delicious,

  He swore ‘twas enough to make Vesta propitious;

  And indeed he was right, for between you and me,

  I ne’er felt my spirits so jocund and free.

  How the evening was passed ‘tis needless to write,

  For I know you’ll skip all till you read the word ‘night!’

  And are now on the tip-toe of high expectation,

  To come to the pith of my tale’s consummation.

  Well, attend, and I’ll now draw the curtain aside,

  And disclose all the sports of the bridegroom and bride;

  Relating the whole of that process bewitching,

  By which girls are cured of a troublesome itching,

  And men, though at first impetuous and rude,

  Are at length, by weak woman, quite tamed and subdued;

  You remember how often we longed to discover,

  All the joys to be found in the arms of a lover;

  But now they approached I felt in a pucker,

  And thought that my breast would have leaped from its tucker.

  Frank saw my condition, and tenderly said –

  ‘You are tired, dear Emma, so pray go to bed;

  ‘Late hours are the bane and destruction of numbers,

  ‘Make haste, and I’ll soon come and watch o’er your slumbers.’

  What a sly, wicked rogue! but I guessed what he meant,

  So, covered with blushes, obeyed him, and went.

  I was scarcely undressed, and prepared for my doom,

  When I heard the dear fellow glide into the room;

  And as listless I lay, between transport and dread,

  He threw off his garments, and jumped into bed;

  In an instant I felt myself clasped in his arms,

  And as instantly lost all my girlish alarms,

  For he soothed me so fondly, and gave me such kisses,

  Which warmed my young blood for more exquisite blisses,

  Whilst his bold daring hand, in pursuit of his game,

  Pressed my bosom, and wandered all over my frame;

  But most frequently trespassed – conceive my distress,

  Where my pen dare not write, but I’m sure you can guess.

  In tears I entreated him not to be rude,

  But he sealed up my mouth, and his gambols pursued,

  Declaring that ‘if men might not do as they list,

  ‘The world in a short time would cease to exist.’

  This was all very true; then he bade me reflect,

  That our parents, dear souls, so refined and correct,

  Had done the same thing – and indeed ‘twas quite clear,

  If they had not, we surely should not have been here;

  Moreover, he said, ‘on that very day,

  ‘I’d promised, in church, to love and obey;

  ‘And the parson himself in a plain exhortation,

  ‘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 irresistibly burned.

  Then proudly in arms, without further delay,

  Like a lion he eagerly leapt on his prey,

  And pursuing his course to the summit of friction,

  His strong ample lance briskly pressed for admission;

  But oh! such a weapon this wonderful lance is,

  Surpassing by far our most juvenile fancies,

  So resistless in power, and extended in length,

  That so soon as I felt its dimensions and strength,

  O’ercome with alarm, I exclaimed with a sigh:

  ‘Oh! for God’s sake forebear, or I am sure I shall die;’

  But my pains and my prayers alike were unheeded,

  For, bent on his purpose, the spoiler proceeded.

  But although he was armed, as I thought, like a giant,

  Dame Nature has made us young damsels so pliant,

  That expanding, I yielded at every aggression,

  Until he had obtained the completest possession;

  Then I found my dear girl, that the saying’s quite true –

  That ‘a man and his wife are but one, and not two,’

  For a union so close, all description surpasses,

  And can scarce be conceived by you innocent lasses.

  Deep within me, so proudly, the conqueror swelling,

  And kindled new life in his snug little dwelling,

  While our limbs interwoven, in the primest position,

  Completed the junction so well called coition.

  The conflict now raged, and ‘twas ravishing quite,

  All my pain became pleasure, my terrors delight;

  That great engine of bliss, in perpetual motion,

  Played his part with such exquisite skill and devotion,

  That as each eager thrust was impressively given,

  I felt quite exhausted, and wafted to heaven;

  Round his vigorous frame like a tendril I twined,

  Whilst our lips in lascivious billings were joined,

  And we revelled in joy, till our transport at last,

  Reached the crisis of Hymen’s delightful repast,

  When, by, rapture’s full tide, overwhelmed and oppressed,

  With a strong closing effort he sank on my breast!

  For some moments entranced, dissolving we lay,

  While the fountains of pleasure were briskly at play,

  And there thrilled through my veins an o’erpowering sensation,

  And we gave the warm pledge of a new generation.

  But, although the first tempest of passion was spent,

  My young hero on further achievement was bent,

  For he still kept possession, with power unsubdued,

  And embracing me closely, his pastime pursued;

  Delighted, I felt the keen impulse again,

  And re-paid, with fresh ardour, the feats of my swain,

  Who, more temperate now, played his amorous part,

  And restrained the wild force of his soul-stirring dart.

  Now halting – as if to prolong the delight –

  Then again pressing on in the exquisite fight,

  Till, panting with pleasure, my breath nearly gone,

  I courted brisk action, and whispered, ‘push on.’

  All attention, he promptly the summons obeyed,

  And again the rich tribute of ecstasy paid,

  Till exhausted and spent with the genial emission,

  We motionless lay in mere inanition.

  Here the first act of wedlock was brought to a close,

  And panting we sank into quiet repose;

  But our slumbers were short, for warm fancy, impressed,

  With the scenes which had passed, was destruction to rest,

  And my dreams still reflected my amours again,

  That I started, and woke with my blood in a flame;