Victorian Anal Sex
There’s a tale called The Sultan’s Reverie in the December 1880 edition of The Pearl. It’s a brutal little thing, involving a bored sultan who decides to have some fun with a woman he inherited with his harem, who formerly intrigued against him. But I found this enthusiastic paragraph of Victorian anal worth reproducing here:
His excitement is now at its highest. He throws himself upon her, exclaiming: “Holy Prophet, Holy Prophet, that puts me in mind of your bottom-hole!” Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he first plunges his bursting instrument into her cunny, well to lubricate it, then presents the head to her dark brown fundus; he thrusts furiously and soon gains a partial insertion. “Oh! Oh! You’ll split me!” she screams; “not there, not there, I never would allow the Sultan to do that. Oh, oh! Never. What shame! What filthiness!” she sighs as he pushes on and on, to complete possession, and he rests a little after his exertions, but the nervous nippings and contractions of the fundamental canal are too exciting. He spends a stream of his essence into her bowels which she involuntary meets with a slight heave of her bottom. Both of them exhausted, they remain quite still for some few minutes, affording him infinite pleasure, as he causes his dilated instrument to respond to the contracting pulsations of her anus.
“Are you finished now, you wanton?” withdrawing from her body with a noise something like the drawing of a cork, so tightly is the muscle of her bottom contracted around his still inflamed affair. “Ah, ha! how tightly you hold! Haven’t you had enough?”
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I love this…. and it goes against all those media reports that seem to be saying the anal sex is a new found joy….seems the Victorians hand a pretty firm handle on it.
Anal sex a newfound joy? They haven’t read any of the medieval rules against sodomy, which included anal sex and other forms of sex pretty indiscriminately. And where there’s a rule …
Two words: Juvenal’s Satires.
May I recommend the virtual world of “Second Life” Where Victorium (ism) is played out daily. If you happen to stop by: use Search to find me ( tiny Newt ) I will be happy to guide you to some “exquisite” roll-play with others of like-mindedness. Exactly what style victorian would you be? You might try MISCREANTS ACADEMY where the students long to be put over your lap. Circa 1900 clothing and manners in NEW TOULOUSE. Imagine that!
a smiling Tiny Newt,
beware the riding crop.