The Pearl: The Victorian Journal of Erotica Issues 13-15
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Category: Erotica/Classic Erotica
Description: Peek behind the sanctimonious facade of Victorian England!! The Pearl received dozens of 5-Star reviews on sites like Amazon and eBookAd including this Amazon rave: "A classic of erotica, with something for everyone. There are generous helpings of homosexuality, male and female, along with plenty of heterosexual couplings, all with a reasonable literary flair." The leading erotic publication of the Victorian Age, The Pearl first appeared in London in July, 1897. It lasted for a short, but glorious eighteen months, and then vanished--a victim of its own underground status, for income could never catch up with costs. In the years since it has achieved literary status and recognition from academics and discriminating readers alike. As with many groups today, the Victorians preached piety and morality, condemning others as wicked and perverse--but carefully refrained from practicing what they preached or doing as they told others to do. The Pearl, the long-banned Victorian-era journal of erotic literature, reveals the shocking hypocrisy of religious conservatives as actually practiced in Victorian London. In Vol. V, you'll be stunned by how the upper class really lived when you read "La Rose D'Amour or The Adventures of a Gentleman in search of Pleasure"; then you'll peek in on the erotic escapades of a parlor-maid in "Sally's Mistake"; along with an elderly woman's reminiscences of her own sexual initiation, and a dozen other stories, exposes, and memoirs. Sizzler Classic Editions will be reprinting The Pearl complete and unabridged in six volumes, with three of the original issues of this scandalous, titillating publication in each eBook volume.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: July 2004
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [177 KB]
Reading time: 200-280 min.
MY GRANDMOTHER'S TALE OR MAY'S ACCOUNT OF HER INTRODUCTION TO THE ART OF LOVE.
From an unsophisticated Manuscript, found amongst the old lady's papers, after her death, supposed to have been written about A.D. 1797.
You know I am a native of the West Indies. I was born in Santa Cruz, where my father had a plantation, and lots of slaves.
The little boys and girls were naked until they were eight or nine years old: I remember being greatly struck with the fine little cocks of the boys, and wondered why they differed so from girls.
The son of our overseer was just my age, about ten. He was a smart intelligent boy, and we used to play together. His name was Joe.
One day I caught him piddling and looking at his cock. I laughed and told him he ought to cut it off, it was so ugly.
He said he would be sorry for he would much rather be a man than a woman, "and when I grow to be a man," he said, "this will grow big."
"How do you know?" I said, putting my hand on it.
"Because I have often seen men naked. Do you know what a man calls it?"
"He calls it a prick."
"And do you know what he does with it?"
"He piddles with it, I suppose, like yourself."
"Ah!" he said, looking very sly, "he does more than that."
"He can put it into a woman between her legs, in that queer little slit you girls have."
"There's no room for it there," I said.
"Yes there is; I'll show you if you'll let me, may I?" he said, lifting my frock.
"You may, just for a minute."
He put his fingers into my cunt and felt about for the opening. At last he found it, and, to my surprise, pushed his forefinger up.
"Stop," I cried, "that hurts."
"I won't hurt you bye-and-bye," he said, with his sly look.
"How, what do you mean?"
"I'll tell you, but mind, it's a great secret. You know Jim who has the cat and flogs the slaves when they misbehave. Well, when the women are sent, he flogs their backs; but when girls are sent he flogs their bottoms. I was near the place when a fine plump girl came from your papa with a note, which I saw afterwards. It had only these words: 'Give this girl twelve lashes. ?E. L.'
"Jim brought her in and shut the door but I stole round to a window on the other side and peeped in. He had her kneel on a bench and tied her hands to the block. Then he threw up her petticoat, uncovering her shining black bum, and took out his cat.
"He said: 'Be quiet, Norry. If you let me have my will of you I won't hurt you, but if you won't I'll give it you.'
"He opened his pantaloons and out started, oh! such a big one, it would have frightened you as he pushed it against her bottom. She cried more than ever.
"He brought down the cat with a smart stinging blow on her bottom.
"She jumped and yelled.
"'Be quiet now or you'll get more.'