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1904 · PDF PAGE 91

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…tride him, while her hand guided him to the proper orifice. The dance began. Eve wriggled her fat bottom about as hard as she could, and Adam assisted as far as his constrained position would allow. The critical moment arrived and a deluge of warm liq- uids mingled to flood the surrounding parts. But Eve would not let him withdraw as yet. And at this moment Adam gave vent to a cry of pain. “ I’m bit- ten,” he said. “ That horrible Palaeopulex,” said Eve. “ No, it’s in you ! It’s pushing me out ! Get up ! ” And Eve jumped up alarmed to find Sata…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 87

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… itch. Rubbing’s no good-oh ! It’s better when I rub hard. There ! It’s started again now I’ve left off. I’ll rub harder this time. Ah ! Adam ! Adam ! — Ha ! I thought I was with Adam — Oh, how lovely ! ” And she gave a delicious little sigh. “ Pardon this intrusion, Duchess, pray ” said a new voice, in the well-bred deferential manner that is so characteristic of diplomats. “ But is it the third Wednesday, is it not ? ” “ My dear Prince, how good of you to come. I was just hoping some one would drop in and cheer me up. This move has left me qu…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…r gentle eyelids when she turned her mouth again to an even dearer object. Suddenly a shout was heard far off, and, rising up, Satan saw Adam returning with the spoil. He was now too near for him to escape. Eve with quick woman’s wit gathered her furs to her and squatting in front of the wood fire forced herself to appear nonchalant, while Satan gathered his coils together under her skirts. The fire blazed up as she tended it, and Adam joyfully saluted his mate with the patronizing air a man always thinks it proper to adopt with a social, physi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ger up for criminal libel. Threatened him, too, about Eve’s baby smashing his head.” But at this point a prowling megatherium wailed and Adam snatched up a sling and started off to drive him away. Eve lost no time in knocking violently on her belly. “ Time to get up, sir. I’ll bring your hot water in a minute ! ” Satan awoke, and not being fond of wa- ter, hot or otherwise, unless with a considerable portion of Mammon’s old Highland Hell-fire, climbed down, put his head out, and asked what the devil the knocking was about. “ Get away, dear, Ada…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 86

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

AFTER THE FALL A Page from the Book of the Recording Angel. Adam had gone down to the Euphrates for a morning’s sport with the Icthyosaurus. The day before he had no luck at all with a rather big fly (pterodactyl-wing and angel-hackle) and meant to spin with the artificial dodo for a bit before giving up the water as hopelessly over-fished. He had better have stayed home, though, and kept a sharp look-out with the gaff for the serpent. This is what happened in his absence. Eve had done her day’s work, and was sprawl- ing in the sun with her tai…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… rosy tongue of love, that now grew swollen and stiff with ex- citement. Eve broke into a hot, foul sweat. “ Sa- tan ! I love you ! When Adam kisses me he is so hot and heavy ; he chokes me ! You lift me, you hold me, you — Ah ! ” The tail gave a determined push, and the perspiring woman gasped with pleas- ure. “ My Queen ! ” “ Satan ! ” The amorous snake withdrew his coils from her breast. “ Don’t you love me ? ” “ I will teach you a love your Adam does not dream of ! ” And his head sought the dark home of her desire, while he pressed in her r…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 58

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…odles with gleet and pus a- dripping, and your dung-stuffed clyster-pipes cho- ral in my ears and grateful to my smell. No, I say ! I am adamant, iron ! You may twist yourselves into the randiest positions you know ; you may cuddle my crimson chitterling till it chirps, soars and spurts into the blue Heaven of God : but I will N O T corrupt your morals with those degrading and sin- ful songs. I will never transcribe a word or a sylla- ble that the most modest woman need blush to hear : I will never be a party to the ruin of one in- nocent child…

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