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ÒOnce I was helping a guy move -- him, his wife, their two young
daughters -- and a box I was carrying out broke open and small paperbacks
spilled to the ground in the bright sunshine. I gathered them up and then
idly flipped through one, and then another and another. They were all
cheap things from no-name presses about men -- daddies, uncles, whoever
-- fucking kids. I was stunned and did not know what to do. I felt oddly
violated...Ó
- HarperÕs Magazine, August 1998, pgs. 50-51.
holy joeÕs COMPLETE LIST OF VICTORIAN PORN !
LifeÕs tough. ItÕs bad enough that I donÕt own a car and have to ride
the bus. But on the back of the bus, while I am riding around in it, there is
this sign: ÒSex with a Minor is a Major Crime.Ó
If you can imagine some Jewish guy riding around in a bus adorned
with Nazi propaganda, or a black guy riding in a bus with white racist
slogans on it, you can understand how I feel. Worse, I have to pay taxes,
and guess where the money goes? To buy more of those fucking signs.
I have no idea what sort of paperbacks fell out of the box mentioned
above, but one of the signatures of Victorian erotica is the presence of a
father or uncle in the story. Often you will see lines like this:
ÒThen uncle raised my legs upon the bed... I kicked and cried, would
not be comforted.Ó
ÒSo you were birched, my love, were birched?Ó
Hand slipping down, I feel beneath her wondrous globe, the swollen
flesh, ripe, silky, bulbing to my hand.
ÒDo not, Papa, do not! Your hand disturbs.Ó
Yes, thatÕs right. A shy Ôvictim girlÕ is explaining to her father how
her uncle birched her. Even as she seeks solace from her father, he is
busily molesting her!
Personally, IÕm not in favor of fathers making love to their
daughters. But it is a common theme in Victorian erotica. And, as far as
IÕm concerned, Victorian erotica is not something to be dismissed. ItÕs
not simply Òdaddies, uncles, whoever -- fucking kids.Ó That would be like
summing up the Old Testament by saying, ÒItÕs a book about murder and
rape.Ó
Hence, I have compiled a list of the best Victorian erotica. As
stated last issue, these books were originally published by Grove Press,
then sold to Blue Moon Books, and have since (apparently) gone out of print.
I am including the ISBN number to help you find them if you should wish to
read them. In my case, I read them on the bus.
Arabella ISBN: 0-394-62478-5
Emily ISBN: 0-394-62069-0
Miss Martin ISBN: 0-394-62116-6
Pamela ISBN: 0-929654-76-5
Katherine ISBN: 0-394-62218-9
Clara Birch ISBN: 0-8021-3109-3
Elizabeth ISBN: 0-394-62037-2
Julie ISBN: 0-394-62240-5
Hardcastle ISBN: 0-929654-83-8
Davina ISBN: 0-8021-3110-7
Maude Cameron ISBN: 0-929654-24-2
Vanessa ISBN: 0-394-62126-3
Eveline II ISBN: 0-394-17972-2
EllenÕs Story ISBN: 1-56201-057-3
Believe it or not, all of the books IÕve listed above are apparently by
the same author! One way to tell is the use of capitalizations in the
narrative: the sound of the whip is often capitalized, as are the moans of
the girls. Also, the heroines in each book are young virgins. Grown women
are present, but only as cheerful, compassionate sadists, helping the
virgins to accept their violation. In all the books the male characters are
little more than walking penises. They exist to fuck, and to say, ÒDown,
girl!Ó but otherwise they are fairly undetailed and remote.
(Who wants to read about men, anyway?)
I have listed the books by the above (anonymous) author in roughly
their order of quality. Arabella is the best. But even the books at the
bottom of the list are worth getting. The problem with some of the latter
books is that they are written from the first-person male perspective.
That, to me, is a much less interesting perspective than that of first-
person, female virgin narrator. Also, in some of the latter books there
arenÕt very many sex scenes.
Now I shall list other Victorian books by other authors:
Beatrice ISBN: 0-8021-3108-5
Beatrice is so similar in tone and content to the books listed above
that IÕm tempted to include it in the above list. It features two virgin
sisters. When the girls are whipped, the sound of the whip and of their
moans is capitalized. (Or italicized.) However, there are lines of poetic
imagery in Beatrice that hint of authorship by a different writer.
So far, all the books IÕve listed have featured ÔniceÕ bondage. You
always get the feeling that, no matter how the girls are treated, they have
consented in some fundamental (if unexpressed) way.
Next are a series of books that concentrate on forced sex and
bondage. I used to hate these books, and have thrown away quite a few of
them in my lifetime. However, lately I began to realize how well the
author of these books was writing, even if he did treat his girls callously.
The first book listed, The Gardens of the Night, has descriptive scenery in
it that is so well crafted that I urge you to buy the book and read it, even
if you skip the sex parts. After reading a book like Gardens for awhile,
you will come to enjoy the sexual descriptions too, if only for the
brilliance of the authorÕs use of words. I am positive that the author of
Gardens and Noreen wrote many more books than I have listed.
Unfortunately, he treats his girls in his novels so cruelly that I did not
save his books. Nowadays, I no longer see them on sale.
The Gardens of the Night ISBN: 0-8021-3112-3
Noreen ISBN: 0-929654-89-7
Next up are three modern books:
In A Mist ISBN: 1-56201-062-X
Ironwood ISBN: 0-8216-5022-X
The Afternoons of a Woman of Leisure ISBN: 1-56201-029-8
Afternoons, in fact, stars an adult woman, though she is new to
bondage so she is, in some sense, like the virgin heroines in the other
books.
When I use the word ÒvirginÓ it is metaphorical. In none of the books
listed above is the ÒvirginÓ heroine in fact a vaginal virgin. In each case
the girl begins the novel having already lost her vaginal virginity, though
she has yet to feel a penis in her bottom or her mouth. This is perhaps
because vaginal deflowerment is considered too private and intimate an
act, even for a sex novel. I myself have found that when vaginal
deflowerment does occur in a sex novel, it is so sacred that it seems out
of place in the book. These are lusty, rambunctious books. The girls are
winsomely curious, quickly getting themselves into one situation after
another where they are forced to endure whips and penises. Vaginal
deflowerment is probably too ÒheavyÓ a subject for fast-paced, jolly
books like these.
I highly recommend the books listed above. In my opinion, there is
no better definition for what a girl should be than the portraits of the
girls depicted above. Who could not love these shy, hesitant ÒchildrenÓ
who manage to wind up in one orgy after another? No matter what
happens to them (and it is never harsh) they soon find themselves naked
and moaning yet again, ever receptive, perfect sex goddesses practising to
give birth to the next generation.
Andrew Roller Presents
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Issue No. 390
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
PassionÕs Playpen
Chapter Five
ÒNo offence, lad, but youÕve got quite a shocker here,Ó Rod said to
David. ÒYouÕre liable to scare the girls away with this!Ó
Everyone laughed. The boy had been calm and collected in the living
room but now he had risen right up to the bursting point upon finding
himself stripped bare in a bondage room. His excitement was palpable
and, with it, his intense need to spend.
Rod himself was no slacker in the erection department. Now that he
was locked into a bondage chamber with nude females and males, he
offered himself proudly. Kate suspected heÕd be savvy enough to keep his
own manhood clear of pain, while inflicting it on the younger erections of
the males around him.
Mike was JimÕs age, though much more controlled in his movements
than Jim was. He had an easy-going, swaggering confidence. Kate guessed
heÕd played at bondage before, or was cool enough to fake it. Of course
theyÕd all had a little experience. That was a prerequisite to receiving an
invitation to this party. But what that experience might have been could
vary dramatically. For Kate it had been just her one previous visit to
MarieÕs. And Kate guessed Jim and David were little more experienced
than she.
Cindy was gaining weight from her pregnancy and sheÕd acquired a
nice plump butterball bottom. Her breasts, too, had grown, and they
bounced on her chest as she laughed, watching Rod fondle DavidÕs young
hard-on. Nancy sidled up to Cindy. Both girls were the same age. Nancy,
slim and practical-looking, with a glint of firmness in her eyes, placed
her hand on CindyÕs ass. She palmed it openly. Kate expected Cindy to
resist but the girl instead merely flinched. She stared straight ahead,
watching Rod massage David, while Nancy caressed her ass.
ÒYouÕre pregnant?Ó Nancy asked Cindy. Nancy was slim as a gazelle
with breasts almost too big for modelling, but not quite, though she had
opted for the no-nonsense life of office work instead of posing on a
runway or going to college.
ÒYes,Ó Cindy breathed in response.
ÒThis may be your last chance to really have fun and do whatever you
want,Ó Nancy replied. And as if to test the girlÕs resolve to submit
herself one last time in a room such as this, Nancy poked a finger into the
redheadÕs ass.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Cindy breathed. Her hips jerked but she did not manage to
pull herself off NancyÕs finger. Instead, accepting it after a momentÕs
surprise, Cindy stood calmly and quietly as she could. She gazed at the
other guests, pretending nothing was happening, though all could see it, as
Nancy probed more deeply and lewdly within her.
Marie moved through her guests like a lioness inspecting her brood.
She was as naked and vulnerable as everyone else, with her nipples
showing their stems and her bush as bare as her face. But there was little
doubt, looking at her expression, that she would rule them all and bring
out or repress the emotions in each of them. Her face, with a sardonic
smile, her eyes hard and bright, contained just the right mixture of
compassion and cruelty. She paused by Lynette and placed a hand on the
brunetteÕs tummy, then impressed her finger into LynetteÕs navel. MarieÕs
nail was sharp and Lynette was forced to gasp and draw in her tummy as
the sharp nail poked in her belly.
ÒAre you ready for a night of fun?Ó Marie asked her nude guest.
ÒYes,Ó Lynette answered. Her eyes were wide and she watched as
MarieÕs hand slipped down her belly to tug at the hairs of her bush and
then, going between LynetteÕs legs, intruded into her cunt.
ÒYouÕre wet,Ó Marie said to Lynette.
ÒOf course IÕm wet,Ó Lynette answered. Her hips twisted forward as
Marie delved more deeply.
ÒWould you like some shrimp?Ó the waitress, whose name was Beth,
asked Marie and Lynette. She had fetched a tray of shrimp from a small
refrigerator in the corner of the room. It was her job to keep everyone
happy, no matter what they might be doing. Still wearing her white gloves
and her spiked heels, she held its contents up to the women.
ÒWhy yes, we would,Ó Marie said. She removed her fingers from
LynetteÕs cunt and used them to take a large shrimp from the tray. She
passed the shrimp between LynetteÕs legs. Behind, her other hand gripped
at the juncture of LynetteÕs bottom and legs and forced Lynette to accept
a wider stance. With LynetteÕs cunt wet and open to her, Marie moistened
the shrimp in LynetteÕs slit and then lifted it up to the womanÕs lips. ÒEat
it,Ó Marie commanded the model.
Lynette, looking crosseyed at the shrimp because it was held so
close, extended her tongue and tasted it. Her face looked like that of a
child forced to accept something it didnÕt like.
ÒBite,Ó Marie ordered. Lynette took a little nibble on the fat shrimp.
ÒOh!Ó Lynette cried. Down below, where her legs joined, Marie
stabbed her sex with a pointed, probing finger. In her open-mouthed
surprise at being sexually violated, Marie found the opportunity sheÕd been
waiting for. She popped the vaginally-moistened shrimp into LynetteÕs
wide apart lips. Immediately, seeing what had happened, Lynette snapped
her lips shut. But it was too late. The shrimp was inside and she dared
not spit it out. Glumly, though perhaps not looking too sad, she chewed
and swallowed the shrimp as Marie played two fingers within her dell.
Just a Memory
by Lisa Scarboro
When IÕm just a memory in your head,
how will you remember me?
Will you think of me as a waste of your time,
or will your memories be sweet?
Will you choose to remember the way things
were when we first started out,
how we talked and laughed and never slept
and could not bear to be apart?
Or will your memories tend to be
the bad ones, the sad ones, the ones that hurt,
the angry words and jealousies?
Will you remember the colors of my eyes,
the scent of my hair freshly washed
or how it felt to hug each other?
Or will you remember my angry scowls,
my vicious sarcasm born of my lonely
desperation,
the many ways I misunderstood,
when IÕm just a memory in your head?
AND IN THE END...
THE BENEFITS OF CHILD ABUSE
ÒDemeterÕs daughter Persephone, while gathering flowers, was
kidnaped by Pluto, god of the underworld, and snatched down to Hades.
The sorrowing mother searched for her everywhere, found her, and
persuaded Pluto to let Persephone live on the earth nine months in
every year -- a pretty symbol for the annual death and rebirth of the
soil.Ó
- The Story of Civilization, by Will and Ariel Durant, Volume 2, pg. 178.
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ÒBecause the people of Eleusis befriended the disguised Demeter
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