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1904 · PDF PAGE 29

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…he Archbishop liked to have lying about the floor, and exposed a superb and succulent cream-stick of some fourteen inches in length. The woman lay on her back with her legs wide apart and in the air. With a bound the brute drove his sledge-hammer into her unresisting pussy- cat, accompanying the performance on the concer- tina, at both of which employments he seemed so expert that the woman beneath him squirmed with joy, and licked the snout of the monster with a las- civious tongue in her frenzy, till with a royal snort the accomplished porker…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 34

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… 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 so great an influence upon my after life, merits a few words of description. By race a full-blooded Ne- gress, by profession a threepenny-uprighter, by education a woman of singular charm and spiritu- ality, by inclination a sapphist and cocksucker, by disease a barrel, she was as delicious a rabbit-pie as I ever laid this knife to. Over six feet in height, she measured even more around her wais…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 45

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…mant. Your engagement was to aver- age over fifty cocks an hour (he said) and you have failed ; the penalty is known to you. The unhappy woman groaned and acquiesced. The eunuchs stuffed a vast quantity of rice into her front and back paddy-fields, and with delicate enemata of boiling water caused it to swell. They stood away at the critical moment and with yell like ten thou- sand devils in torment the bowels of the wretched woman burst open and she expired in frightful ag- ony. The recital of this scene of lust, said the Archbishop, always mo…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 89

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… 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, physical and intellec- tual inferior. She received it with all the docility which an unfai…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 51

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… without ever giving it a chance to run over. Not he ! She sneered. He is now with his Venerable Aunt, as he calls her, a lascivious old woman if ever there was one ! A very gobble- prick ! A brimstone bunter ! But come ! You shall see them. We strolled into the next room, where the grey- haired old foreskin-hunter was in the very act of swallowing the large and luscious semolina pud- ding that trickled from the recently frigged whore- pipe of her nephew. Two active boys were engaged in stuffing her lucky-bag with current numbers of the Daily M…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 58

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…l 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-soul. Cunts ! I protect you ! Nugs ! avaunt ! Come not near the pure girls and women for whom I write this book, the decent sayings of a godly light of the Church. So let us gloss over the temporary lapse from politeness of the saintly old man — let us excuse one whose only fault was that he was born at a date when folk were…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 70

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…whip. We raved in unison to her shrieks, and in one explosive foam of lust, jetted our family fountains at a single mo- ment. Before the woman fainted, the overseer gave the word to stop. She was a young and modest girl, and at his signal, three huge negroes bounded upon her. Heedless of her cries and tears they plunged their reeking arse openers into her dainty

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…es 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 red lips the most tender part of his eager body. She entered into his desires and abandoned herself to the new vice with rapture. Again and again s…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 30

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…t,” “ 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 of baby — “ perhaps by the came ” whispered the Archbishop, “ we shall see.” A bright idea struck him, as the dance, appreciated as it was, did not instantl…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 65

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ck, shit heralded by a Goetterdaemmerung of farts, and the rest, in an ecstatic touch-off, calculated to witch the world with noble arse-womanship ; thereby obtaining that physiological relief which seems to our modern scientific philosophers the unnecessary excuse for the game of mumble peg. The whole affair reminded one rather of a Crash of Worlds than of the usually less cosmic rootle of a gentle-woman’s split mutton on the loose. But not only in simple androgynation did she excel : she was great at flagellation : had she not been so, I shou…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 10

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…t 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 English girl. She became a mother, after innumerable adul- teries on both sides, committed shamelessly in each other’s presence, even in spinthriae of ten or [6]

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1904 · PDF PAGE 66

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…, and a little girl of twelve with a hairless crack complete, thought lascivious but really very strict : and her schoolmistress, a tall woman of thirty with an arse like a steam-roller, a coyote like a slatequarry, and a clitoris like Lord Penrhyn, for it had been known to stand out for seven years against the demands of the work- man. They got the little girl at a disadvantage over a chair, while Leila and I looked on with eyes in- jected with frightful lust at the voluptuous specta- cle. The schoolmistress then addressed her little victim in…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 49

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ace. The bit of stiff was Lady B....e’s and T....s should have been al- lowed to swallow the 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 t…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…mile of pleasure chased the frown from his face. In a few moments came the sound of softly running 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 47

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ded to appear before the K..g. If he can do that with his body, what will he not be able to do with his prick ? Thought the witty little woman, the worthy pupil of Immanuel Kant. She fitted act to deduction, and an hour after the performance the trouble-giblets of Kluckchoo was worming about in the universally admired cunnikin of the fashionable nestlecock. 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 w…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 41

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… the bum tickling, can’t 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 to save life, no ! Not to ensure the greatness of her empire or the happiness of her people, would she…

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