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1904 · PDF PAGE 140

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…y darling ! Italian boys have bulging bums ; Their well trained arsehole fairly hums. They shall not get my greasy comes, My darling. My hand forgets its ancient cunning. Before I knew you it was stunning : I could toss off some twelve times running. My darling ! Now I am guiltless of a stand. Only thy arse, thy twat, thy hand, Thy lips could rouse me ; that were grand, My darling ! I cannot piss : I cannot shite. Come quickly to me, warm and white ! Well fuck like buggery all night, My darling ! Aye ! In your scented arms I’ll creep. “ Well gr…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 120

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…e. The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! At the moment of coming it’s grand ; They grip you and shake like a hand. They emit a low poop, like a grunt ; And the jelly boils, flows like a wave over ! The wonderful beauty of cunt Is a thing for a poet to rave over ! [122]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 83

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… altar, while the boy, turned half round, was gently chewing and licking the armpit of the perspiring lieutenant. One finger of his free hand sought to penetrate the other’s shrine, while the hand underneath him titillated his own genitals in unison with the motions of his lover. The act was consummated ; gasping, heav- ing, and breathless ; they sink lower on the bed. Their tongues mingle lazily ; the elder man with- draws slowly ; a pleasant sound announces his exit. Hardly a moment and the boy gives his lover a sig- nal. The latter turns ove…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 25

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…f you’re good. Now — my boy ! I complied with dignity, and in a moment found the Archbishop on my back gripping my hair with one violent hand and grappling at my breasts with the other, while his sharp-beaked pond snipe tore open the folds of my wrinkled arse, ill protected by their six weeks’ leaving of shit, and began pumping out its short and spitty spend with the sound of a kettle seething and crackling. Enough ! I cried, and wedged a lusty turd against his tapering touch-trap. But I had to do with a past master at love’s masonry. With a sw…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 94

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…Also he found inconvenient When urchins shouted “ Good old stand ! ” When at a dance, the matrons lenient Would cough and smile behind a hand. And maidens with gazelle-like eyes Observe with wondering surprise. Besides, an everlasting aching Kept him for ever on the shove. At lunch or tea, asleep or waking, He felt the gentle hints of love. A parson too (O who could doubt it ?) Is best without it. When he began to read the text Preparatory to his sermon ’Twould rise, and he, beginning vexed, Would end by sundry oaths in German, Whose tendency t…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 134

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…he Automatic Girl ! VI Ye cabmen wights so late o’nights that get upon the stand, O let alone the reins you own ! Refrain the shame- ful hand ! This fare you get you’ll not regret, she will not make you curl ! So put your pennies in the slot of the Automatic- Girl. VII The young and old, the rich and poor, with us are well content. [We take the stuff when there’s enough and traffic- in cement.] The son of dook, the son of cook, the son of belted earl All put their pennies in the slot of the Automatic Girl. [136]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 93

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

“ I will accede. Be henceforth gifted With everlasting power to stand Without a maiden’s finger lifted Or touches from a harlot’s hand. No trusty tongue shall waste your money ; Nor sight of cunnie.” The man rejoicing, went his way Exclaiming “ Thanks beyond expression ” He sought the Strand, and, sooth to say, Began to try his new possession. So, picking up a hoary harlot Who blushed quite scarlet At such immodest words addressed to her, Yet did not blush to ask five pounds, He took her home, and there confessed to her His admiration knew no b…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 91

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

proper degree of rigidity. It was 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.…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 81

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…g from the sofa where they had been lying and hastily arranged the disorder their passion had made necessary. The middy took his lover’s hand, raised it to his lips, bit it hard with sudden mad desire and whispered, in a voice shuddering with un-satiated lust “ Ah God ! Ah God ! I love you now ! ” He slipped through the door and left Andrew Clayton to sweet memories and disquieting thought of the future. For Monty Le W... had never given him his love before. Monty was a dark, languid-eyed boy with jetty hair ; there was about him the indefinabl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 67

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…her- self and retired, leaving the now bleeding bum of the little girl to the milliner, who stuck a dildo up her shop and with the other hand, wielded the dread instrument of torture. Oh ! What a bum ! She exclaimed : what a pleasure to beat it ! What a dear bottom ! I must — I will — can — I shall — I may, might, could, would, should, whip it. She had exhausted her auxiliary verbs and the auxiliary dildo (bought at the Auxiliary Stores) at the same moment, and the discarded godemich’e dropped idle to the floor. Allow me, madam ! Said I, step- …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 21

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ay I order you a closed fly ? ” he added with a twinkle. But the reporter was hard at work scribbling down these scintillations in short hand. “ One must live,” said the Daily M . . . er, look- ing up. “ I do not see the necessity ” retorted the other, straining after originality. “ But ” — a pleasanter glance overspread his face, and lit his kindly grey eyes, for his own wit kept him in almost perpetual good humour — “ let us say nothing of all this but what gentlemen should say. I might find it hard to explain the lady’s respi- ratory apparat…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 46

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… Bedawi for his untiring steed is indeed a theme for the noblest of poets. Here — he indicated the camel Hassan with an airy wave of the hand, at the same time with incomparable dexterity directing the vast battering-ram into, and engulfing it within, his pile-ridden and fistula-riddled bung- hole — is a camel. See with what joy he plunges in my turd-pipe ! How his love-lobes bang against my bum ! How he spurts his Scotch broth into my very colon ! — By the way, did I ever tell you how the K..g of E.....d missed his coronation ? — I shook my he…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 13

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…uld the silence break as someone exclaimed “ My God, what a worm ! ” and led the conversation to some more savoury subject. On the other hand, there was B . . . , a popular painter, upon whom the whole Dog pounced as one man, to destroy him. But when they saw that his popular painting was not he, that he had a true heart and an honest [9]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 85

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…invented incidentally twenty-three quite new curses, called Le W... a lit- tle bitch, kissed the mark of the little bitch’s teeth on his hand, and generally conducted himself as an officer and a gentleman would do, provided he were also a devout Christian. He foresaw trou- ble. It came pretty quickly. Two days afterwards Clayton had to quit his lover’s room in a great hurry, as heavy footsteps trod the passage. The Captain was in his dressing-gown and proved quite Arcadian beneath. He was in bed in a jiffy, and discovered heat and moisture to a…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 27

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… in Ada’s eel-pot, with Bertie’s man-root caught in the crook of his el- bow. Also Charles’ Athenaeum was held firmly in the palm of his hand by his thumb. His forefinger tickled Bobine’s clitoris, and between his third and fourth fingers Dick’s best leg of three vibrated. Clara’s medlar got a fair share of fun out of his knuckles. With is left arm it was the same, substi- tuting the names of Dora, Edward, Frank, Ethel, George and Fanny. Gertie and Herminia seized each one of his shoulder blades in their gaping cabbage-fields, while Imogen and …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 53

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…re rags up, Harry ! Now, Archbishop, can you give me a good soaking mouthful of your pleasure-pudding ? — But I had seen enough. Leila’s 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, and gripped Old Slimy with its marvellous clutch. Oh girls ! She was a grand fuck ! May you…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…nning feet upon the road, and a dishevelled woman with a face set hard like ivory dipped into the light. A movement — his strong nervous hand pressed me back — she stood upon [11]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… fine silver wire sewed up his urethra so tightly that no drop of liquid could possibly pass. She then took his young fiddlestick in her hand and by a thousand sensual touches awoke the lad’s desire, while her own were attended to by a string of slaves whose fervid fornicators jobbed her tufted treasure. The agony of the poor boy grew terrible to behold : but the erotic fancy of my mother was unabated. In about an hour from the beginning something gave way in his inside ; and in a dreadful shriek which my mother heard with a proud glad smile, k…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 34

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…n their success with his much-abused affair. In vain they exposed the most fascinating parts of their anatomy ; in vain their well-oiled hands, their mouths greasy with each others’ spendings creamy or mu- cous, strove with the inexorable arbitrament of Na- ture : the warrior hid his bashful head, and no god altered the dread fiat, uttered even below half- cock : Thus far, and no farther ! My own modest arborvitae, though, as you may guess, shared no such disabilities. Advancing, I showed its quiet dignity to the first lady. This woman, who had…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 82

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ly looks of the midshipman and one day went into his cabin and, stepping to his side with- out a word, gave him a fierce kiss, while his hand sought to awake desire in an even more direct manner. But the passing fancy of the boy had gone, and he rudely repulsed the advances of his would-be lover. Andrew, with great self-command, withdrew in silence. Next day, however, they were both called before the Captain, read a long lecture on the sin of pederasty and severely repri- manded. It was evident that Captain Spelton liked his forehead very well …

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