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1904 · PDF PAGE 91

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…s soon obtained, and she quickly changed her position to bestride 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 pushin…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

be fit for work tonight. The lioness used to lick it with some effect, I remember. Couldn’t ask Eve to do that, though. It would degrade her, I’m sure. I must try and raise her to my level rather than — Damn that potato patch ! It must be dug over to- morrow, and only the old flint spade still. A man in Lord God’s position — House of Lords, stake in the country, and all that ought to provide iron spades — this is the only country planet for bil- lions of miles where science hasn’t penetrated, so that young prince says — don’t believe he’s a rea…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…, and fell upon her reeking lips again to lick salacious kisses and gently chew her 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 wi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 86

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…. 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 tailor-made fur-lined dress within easy reach (fig-leaves, in the daytime, had entirely gone out, and were now only worn for eve- ning dress), and meditating on the curious events of the past evening. “ Silly thing that of Adam’s,” she soliloquized, “ just when I was feeling nice, it turned sick and collapsed, and took ten minutes to get well…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

“ How could I be ? How ever shall I repay you for giving me that wrinkle about the apple ? ” “ I must really apologise for being indirectly the cause of that old curmudgeon’s insolence.” “ Not a word. I am all gratitude.” “ Only half gratitude, Duchess.” “ ? ” “ Because you have only half the secret.” “ And the other half is ? ” “ Naughty.” “ You darling, tell me at once.” “ Will you kiss me ? ” “ Kiss you — come here — Satan ! ” “ Eve ! ” And his lithe coils rolled over her naked body, his forked tongue slipped beneath the white teeth and its …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 87

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…travail and labour and that rubbish-besides, a really nice God would keep his smoking-room jokes to himself another time. And the brute never made love either. I’ll be even with him one day. I do wish this hole wouldn’t 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 …

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