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THE SAILOR ASHORE Give me a succulent twat ! Arsehole Im weary of, straight ! Captain and bosun and mate, Christ ! Im fair sick of the lot. Slime, and shit in the slot ! What, would you make a bloke wait ? Give me a succulent twat ! Arsehole Im weary of, straight ! Girls, are you pissing, or what ? Im in a hell of a state ! Better than never is late ! Here is some spunk for you, hot. Give me a succulent twat ! [120]
1904 · PDF PAGE 74
… Lad, we dined well. Why should I dwell upon that night ? Four in a bed, we drenched the sheets again and again. Not Leila herself could give me half the rapture I ex- perienced from my sister and mother when they laid themselves out to give me a real good birthday, especially when my father, honest man ! Came to the rescue in his bluff hearty old English fash- ion. Ah ! [72]
1904 · PDF PAGE 135
CHORUS And shell work, work, work ! Shell give a nod And say My God ! With a simper and a smirk. Shell titillate your testes till with senses in a whirl You plunge your pennies in the slot of the Auto- matic Girl. [137]
1904 · PDF PAGE 79
…my life. Au revoir, then, and farewell ! The Lord bless you, and keep you : the Lord lift up the light of his counte- nance upon you and give you peace : both now and for evermore, Amen ! He made the sign of the Cross, spat in my left eye, and spunked in my right ; then ushered me to the door with courtly politeness. At the gate he impressed a loving kiss upon my arsehole, and gave a final but business-like frig to my weary yard. I passed out : the great Churchman was but a memory in my life. [77]
1904 · PDF PAGE 110
…ade me shit ! III My whole life long I learned to frig. This hour I play the supreme pig And suck her pussy. Pox or clap ? She will riot give me syph ? Mayhap ! Pox who may I still can say Those who get chancre, lucky they ! [112]
1904 · PDF PAGE 98
…ending Mercury With Kalic Iodide. (A verse, too indelicate for the taste of our lady readers, has here been omitted.) As when late larks give warning Of dying fucks or dawning, Girls murmur in the morning : Once more, dear boy, once more ! And Mr. Pego failing To answer to her wailing, Bursts out in wrath and railing : I shant, you bloody whore ! But soon her mouth up swallows His prick ; her poxy hollows Grow glorious as Apollos : [100]
1904 · PDF PAGE 137
… his rotten apples Were washed away in a second. She angrily wired for Sir Walter Blunt Come ; bring down your scalpel and skewer, And give me cunt that is cunt For a cunt that is only a sewer ! [139]
1904 · PDF PAGE 106
…perchance to clap ! Ay, theres the rub. For from that come of fuck what clap may catch When we have shuffled off this mortal stand Must give us pause. Theres the chordee That makes calamity of so wet dreams ! For who would bear the jerks and drops of piss, The piss pots wrong, the bladders contumely, The pangs of prostate gland, the pes delay, The insolence of orchids, and the spurns That patient merit of the urethra takes When he himself might his quietus make With a greased catheter. Who would sandal swill To fart and shit under a potent…
1904 · PDF PAGE 46
…-smoothed dumb-oracle, her blub- ber potato-trap. To me ! To me ! To me all the juicy gamahu- ches of the morning ! To me the fucks that give one zest for lunch ! To me the buggerings of the early afternoon, and the bub and armpit joys that occupy the wise from five oclock to dinner. To me the nameless rap- tures of the evening and the night ! O fuck- ing ! What fun you are ! Sweet, when the morn is grey ; Sweet, when they clear away Lunch, and at close of day Possibly sweetest. But I am forgetting. The passion of the wild Bedawi for his un…
1904 · PDF PAGE 13
…tistic attire, as the foolish king in the bassara of the Maenads ! How often have I seen Dionysus or some god discover the cheat and give him over to those high-priests of dialectic, D . . . and L . . . , to be stripped and ravaged amid the gleeful shrieks of the wit-intoxicated crowd ! But once the victim was upon the altar, once he rose from his chair, then what a silence fell ! Frozen with the icy contempt of the assembly, the wretch would slink down the room with a scared grin on his face, and not until he had faced that cruel ordeal, m…
1904 · PDF PAGE 53
…t us fuck a bit ! Let us spunk ! Let us come ! Why dont you lick me, Bertie ? Stuff some more rags up, Harry ! Now, Archbishop, can you give me a good soaking mouthful of your pleasure-pudding ? But I had seen enough. Leilas hand and the voluptuous orgie before me had completed the con- valescence of my invalid lollipop ; and with a yell of lust I flung myself upon her eternally open gravy- giver. The Archbishop and his dirty-minded old aunt were blotted out as the water-closet of my black judy sent its gushes of pus and hotchpotch over me,…
1904 · PDF PAGE 47
…cock. His complaisance was however not without rea- son. Tell your old fumble monger, said he when her delirium was appeased, that I can give him a new sensation, and one of such delight that he will never have experienced the like, nay ! Nor the shadow of it. Do that to me, dear heart ! Cried the randy Moll Muckmeabart. Not I, said the expert, you would not get up for three days and more : such is the pleasure. This made her only the keener, and when he saw that she would cry a rape unless he consented and you must see, darling, how necess…
1904 · PDF PAGE 41
…us and open- arsed schickster. Shit ! She sighed ; shut your mug and open your urethra, and get on with the bum tickling, cant you ? (I give you my word I had not spoken for three days and more.) But argu- ment is proverbially vain with a woman in the middle of a rousing bacon-rubbing. I blocked steadily on. In vain I had cudgelled my wits to find some substitute for the fatiguing exercise of rump- ing ; but the surgeon warned me that the sugges- tion would be taken in ill part. Her Majesty, he explained, is before all things respectable : not…
1904 · PDF PAGE 68
…serious sort. To my mind flagellation is a mere mockery if the victims survive it. I had attained my majority when my father resolved to give a great treat to celebrate it. His numerous negro slaves yes, friend H..msw..th, I know you think I am lying, but my father, though living in France at the time of my birth, had subsequently bought a plantation in the West Indies, and I had dutifully gone out there for the joyful celebration his numerous negro slaves as I said before oh yes, you are a clever fellow, I know slavery has been abolish…
1904 · PDF PAGE 31
…ed clitoris to pay strict attention to the less fascinating pursuits of the seamstress. Laying hold of its resilient vigour I shouted, Give me that arse, O pig of pigs ! The well-trained animal pro- duced a card Whose ? I was in a dilemma. I had meant the girls, of course, but to say so now would be to affront, pos- sibly even to enrage, one for whom I had a deep respect. On the other hand, to offer my favours to him would be to lose the supreme suction of the ladys turd-hole. I finessed again. The girls eyes were still smarting from…