During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, dairies, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers. I am sharing them on this site. Enjoy,
I ended my last letter at a moment of utter prostration from the excess of lubricity I was then describing. Since then dear Louisa has devoted several days to ourselves, as well as three or four to Tom. We managed for her apparently to leave the house, but in reality to slip back into a snug little room. I then got rid of Tom very rapidly, and gratified that dear girl’s letch in fresh fucking her while still awash with all the plenteous streams of sperm that Tom had injected into her. I began in her charming heated cunt, then twice in her delicious arsehole, for the previous plenteous fucking she had had rendered her intent upon having it that way. For it must be remembered, she strenuously resisted all Tom’s entreaties for permission to fuck her in that exquisite pleasure-giving aperture. As I had always had her three or four times before Tom came, I was thus enabled to satisfy the fiery passions of that charming creature, who revelled in all the libidinous raptures of such double fucking, the intermediate action of Tom sufficing to afford time to renew my vigour and stimulate me to more potent action by the very thought of plunging into her sperm-filled cunt. To Louisa it was like a fresh prick, and she would shut her eyes and call me her dear Fred, or any name that came first to her mind, which, she said, made her fancy it was a third fresh prick fucking her.
The dear girl declared she thought she could satisfy half a dozen men. Since she has made me her confidant as to her ardent and lustful nature, we have often stimulated our passions by various imaginings of being others and of pretended actions with others, in which one has tried to excel the other in imagining new forms and positions of the lewdest kind.
With all the superior imagination of her sex, she far outstripped me in the forms and even persons brought into action in these imaginary scenes. She said now that I had so deliciously initiated her in all love’s mysteries, she could imagine not only the intense pleasure of variety and even of number at once, but she felt as if a nearer relationship to the operator, or operators, would thus add stimulus to the passion and lust of the coition.
‘I will imagine you to be my cousin, my uncle, my brother, even my father; come to my arms, then, my beloved brother Fred, and let me teach your young prick all the delights a longing cunt can give it. Oh! That is it, my beloved brother. How stiff and hard your prick is.’
I had lent myself to her deception, and the idea of the incest had excited me to the utmost.
‘That is it,’ she wildly cried, ‘shove it in well, it is all your own; both were once in a similar cell-oh! Make the most of it-oh! Darling brother, I feel you coming. Oh! Oh! Oh!’ and she died away in all the excited agony such a conjunction gave her.
When we came to our senses, she asked me how her incestuous idea pleased me.
‘It excited me beyond measure, my darling girl; I even entered so much into your idea that I fancied myself indeed your brother, and the thought that I was committing incest added to the raging lust your idea already raised.’
She laughed in a peculiar way, which afterwards she explained to me. She said that if the idea of incest was an excitement to me, she would try and improve upon that idea. With her wonderful power of re-awakening desire, I was soon in a position to renew our libidinous combats.
‘This time,’ she said, ‘I shall kneel, and you must fuck me in the cunt as my brother again and once impaled I will imagine and direct the rest.’
So, after endearing embraces as brother and sister, she conducted my excited and willing prick again into her delicious and juicy cunt. Then, telling me to insert two fingers into her charming arsehole, she began her incestuous imaginings.
‘Oh, my beloved brother Fred, that’s right; let me sheathe your charming prick in my cunt while I leave my arsehole for my dear father’s longing prick.’
Then, supposing my two fingers to be her father’s prick, she cried out,
‘Oh, my darling father, do make your standing prick a little stiffer and thicker, and fuck me well behind.’
I understood her meaning. Withdrawing my fingers a little, I introduced a third, and thrust them in as far they would go.
‘Oh! That is it, my darling John, give me all your delicious cock, and shove it in as far as it will go in unison with dear Fred.’
And so, under the idea of double incest, the delicious creature consummated another sacrifice, and we both died away in the wildest excitement of unutterable lust.
It was in such imaginary scenes of every sort of lust and libidinous excitement that we revelled, until they maddened us to excesses beyond my strength, although Louisa remained as lustful as ever, and I was fain to substitute gamahuching for fucking.
I must not forget to tell you that we had not forgotten the necessity of remedying all these excesses in case they should have ended in getting Louisa with child. It had been decided in council with Tom that he should at once go down to Louisa’s father and propose an early marriage; and as Tom was in reality a very good parti for his daughter, and they had already sanctioned courting, there could be no doubt of an acceptance of his suit.
The father generally resided at a very pretty country house with extensive grounds not far from Rouen. Tom went down, whilst Louisa and I improved his absence; and it is needless to say, he succeeded to his utmost wishes. A month afterwards the marriage was to take place. Louisa was to remain with her aunt, and then, a week before the happy day, she was to go home, where the marriage was to be celebrated. I was to be best man, but Louisa cleverly managed to get me an invitation to pass the previous week with them, on the plea of taking anticipatory portraits of the family as souvenirs of the happy event. I was also to be her escort from Paris. You may suppose what a prospect of enjoyment this opened out. Until then we continued our excessive delights with an allowed participation, every three days, of poor Tom, who fancied he was sole possessor, but to do him justice, I must say, he always regretted Louisa’s obstinacy in refusing my participation.
‘But never mind, Harry,’ he used to say, ‘when once she is my wife, and we have settled in Paris, by hook or by crook, I’ll make her have you. Besides, you know,’ said he, ‘when you are fucking her on top of you, I will surprise her arsehole, and be into it.’
1. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of books, diaries, and notes in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic books, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.
2. The Original Authors of these Stories/Letters or Articles are long dead or Anonymous.
3. Out of the aforesaid collection, presenting an amazing account which was first published 1874, of a sexually omnivorous photographer on the prowl in Paris (probably the first such book).
4. The letters were written by a friend, Mr. Harry from Paris. Harry Hargrove, photographer. Young, beautiful women come to Harry's studio to have their portrait taken, but while there, one thing leads to another, and randy Harry's life becomes one big Parisian orgy. Before internet porn, before porn videos, before porn movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry -- countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th-century books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern-day readers -- in more ways than one. The anonymously written "Letters from a Friend in Paris" was first published in 1874. This novel in the form of letters is a great example of classic Victorian erotica.
6. All characters be read as of more than age of 18 years.
7. My sincere apologies to the author of the Novel and readers for editing, or modifying the underage content, if any, to make it suitable for publishing in Modern times.