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1904 · PDF PAGE 92

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

[92] III THE PARSON’S PRAYER There was a priest who took much pleasure In amorous discourse o’night. His only sorrow — that a measure Was placed unto his might. He prayed — let not his words escape us ! — Unto Priapus. “ Thou God whom constantly I serve (As constantly as any can) Endow me with more strenuous nerve, Make me a mightier man ! Increase my powers of ejection ! Grant me more erection ! ” The god took heed unto his prayer — A faithful servant deserves pay — Yet, pondering, fingers run through hair, He curtly answered “ Nay ” His suppl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 84

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…oom. Spelton was long-damned long-coming ; no doubt of that. And Monty’s desires were getting less controllable every minute. At last he took down his trousers and began to play with himself, hoping to ease a little his discomfort. At this moment Andrew glided forward and whispered “ If you speak we are both lost. Your dress . . .” The frightened boy made a movement of agony. He was terribly angry, and yet dared not speak or make the least sound. After the other affair he knew the Captain would never believe his story. The lusty lieutenant took…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 93

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…o, 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 bounds. And she agreed (vide the sequel) His power was equal. All night he kept his engine going Much to the lady’s satisfaction, Till in the morning, by her showing, His total (after due subtraction Of income-tax) was found in fine Eleven thousand and eighty nine ! Still, as through years the solid rocks stand, No weakness did this hero show. He…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 138

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

So he chivied a hole from her bubs to her bladder And took out his penis and blocked her : And thus the very first man that had her Was the eminent London Doctor. She had triplets soon by the boy in the stable : There was Copulating Cora And beautiful Mensurating Mabel And Defecating Dora. Of all they did to tell you the story I may one day not be chary For it all redounds to the honour and glory Of Micturating Mary. But the Bishop ruined the Vicar’s daughter. Though he usually kept it hidden, he Had a tool in length a yard and a quarter. And i…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 44

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…xists in such luscious splendour between the “ Ship of the Desert ” and the wild Be- dawi. Leila, the juicy-cunted nigger nockstress who took my first spunkings as I told you in Chapter III, used to see a great deal of the business when she was first brought up from her home by the Nyanza to serve the vices of George G....n at Khartoum. She had seen Mesrur, the famous eunuch of the Mahdi, violate the hairless cunnies of sixty virgins without losing erection. She had been present when Zuleika, the Queen of the Sudan, as they called her, undertoo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 81

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… violently, sprang 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 h…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 86

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… 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 again. Why, I could have gone on all night without those silly intervals ! And the old fool says it tires him and he can’t dig today because his back aches, so he’s gone fishing. Fishing ! I’ll fish him when he comes home. I believe he’s gone to see that lioness he was so fond of in the old days. She was rude enough to both of us yesterday though-so are all the beasts since we ate …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 30

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

have argued that the instrument had fairly frigged itself. The animal, recovering its self-control, took a series of brass plates from the table ; “ Fetishist,” “ Sadist,” “ Urning,” “ Uranodioning,” and the like from the masterly classification of John Addington Symonds. At “ Masochist ” the woman cried “ That’s me ! ” Master Porker lifted up his front paw and bashed her nose in. Ah ! That’s good ! she mur- mured, as the clever creature sat on its hind legs and danced a most indecent “ cordax dance ” upon her abdomen, swollen with eight months…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 10

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… and beautiful wife exacted too much, im- posed too severe a strain upon his constitu- tion. They had been married barely a week when he took her to the infamous T . . . . . . Club in Cairo, where the dissolute officers of the Army of Occupation, merchants, fish-porters, pimps, all the cream of Egyptian society and its dregs, gathered every Wednesday night to commit appalling orgies. He gave her to their tender mercies and saw her violated a dozen times before his eyes. In a month no more debauched woman walked the streets than this dainty Engl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 66

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…’Twas a rooster that crowed like a hen that has laid an egg every time she thought of it, which happened about 67854 times a minute. She took a birch rod, and hit the little girl’s b.t..m. What ho ! What joy ! “ Yes ! ” she almost screamed, punctuating her re- marks with violent blows, which — such was the height of her passion, as often as not missed the sufferer, who vainly pleaded for mercy, and prom- ised never to do it again — “ you slut ! I will whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whip — whi…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 49

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… sex sauce, whereas you, haughty and selfish woman, cheated her tar bucket with your shrivelled crabapple, while, miser to the last, you took his perquisite to chew at your leisure with your minions, the dirty scavengers that gold still seduces to dip their luckless coney- catchers in the scabby duckpond that the Q...n of E.....d called her privy Paradise... The Archbishop’s enthusiasm had overpowered him. Impaled upon Hassan’s engine, and supported by the teeth of the now thoroughly excited beast, he had fainted : but the camel’s joy-junket st…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 48

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…r the Coronation ! This language shocked the prudish English, and damaged the K..g’s popularity in Non- conformist circles. His surgeons took a heroic course. While the royal pathic lay in the delirious trance of Kluckchoo’s emissions, they chloroformed him, and removed the little sac whose naughtiness had so nearly destroyed the Coburg loaf. When the K..g was made sensible of his loss his fury was ter- rible : but the effect of a long convalescence, absti- [46]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…s singular versatility and charm, his sincerity and brilliance. Once they grasped the many-sided nature of his mind — an operation which took about two hours’ hard work on the part of D . . . and L . . . , for K . . . dissimu- lated, with amusing effrontery, the real harmony of his character — they knew him for a man, and loved him. It was at the Red Dog that I first had the pleas- ure of meeting him. He was then living apart from his wife, who had returned to Cairo for the sake of its vice, and he occupied a small flat in the Avenue Matignon ;…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 71

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…y mother, taking a needle and Some 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 mothe…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 9

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

One night in Paris some of us took him to No 8 rue Colbert. He was very disgusted, and remarked, “ My uncle might stay, if he came, but I’m off.” None of us saw any joke, but I happened to call at the old gentleman’s house the next day, and found him suffering from gout in both thumbs ! On another occasion he walked into a house in Paris, lazily surveyed the grinning girls, snapped out “ Une douzaine de Marennes ! ” and made for the door. He it was who painted a number in im- mense characters on the door of a girl he dis- liked. He had at one t…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 52

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…suck it madly. As you can see, I can coil and uncoil it at pleasure : I can wind myself up in it : I could hang myself in it if the whim took me. I have dipped it in treacle, and given a Sunday- School treat which the children will remember for years — they all got the clap ! — I have smeared it in birdlime, and caught a record lot of eagles : I have buggered eight pythons at one moment : I have — But why boast, she piously interrupted herself, since it is but the grace of God ? Yet, for His Glory, I proceed. I have used it to climb the most in…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 90

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…y planet for bil- lions of miles where science hasn’t penetrated, so that young prince says — don’t believe he’s a real prince, though — took all that cursing from a sim- ple Lord like a lamb — says it’s beneath his dignity to swear back. I’d have had the bugger 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 ho…

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