Erebus
04-21-2005, 1:30 AM
Yesterday evening – several days of inclement weather having confined me to Erebus Hall – in desperation I sent my man, Jollie, up to the loft with orders to return with something good to read. He’s dug up a few weighty tomes and, having perused these on your behalf, I’ve had him type an extract from Best Face Forward – The Diary of A Nineteenth Century Rake and Bon Viveur. I don’t know what you’ll make of it. The style’s a bit wooden, but then it was written over a hundred years ago, and shouldn’t be condemned out of hand. If it whets your appetite, let me know and I’ll have Jollie type up more. There’s some serious queening in the later stuff, though possibly you’ve had your fill of bums on faces now, and might prefer something to do with flowers. I leave it up to you. In the meantime, here we go…
16 August 1892
I write these notes from my bed, to which I have been confined these past three days. My doctor cites exhaustion, recommending that, to aid recovery, I leave for the country where the air, he reminds me, is fresher than in town.
He is correct to diagnose exhaustion, both physical and mental, but understands not the reason why. Let me enlighten you, dear reader, as best I can, and as briefly as possible.
London boasts many dens of ill repute; bawdy houses, brothels and other curious chambers of desire. One such may be found at No 4, D--- Street, WC1, the home of Lady C---, a woman with an unparalleled reputation for feminine debauchery.
Let me explain. Lady C--- is largely unknown among men. The reason for this is simple: her clients are not men, but women, and, being women, they seek a different kind of pleasure. I made the acquaintance of Lady C--- some years ago, during a commercial transaction, the bones of which need not concern you. Suffice to say, I have long sought access to her private chambers, and equally long have been denied.
Knowing of my reputation, and my insatiable quest for new adventure, she at last succumbed to my entreaties and deigned to grant me entry to her home. Thus, on Tuesday last, I crossed the threshold of No 4, D--- Street, WC1, as excited as a man could be.
Lady C--- is herself a handsome woman. Though no longer in the prime of life (she will be thirty next month), she boasts a full, pliant figure, and enjoys those features of the face which time will never destroy.
Afternoon tea is, with her, a most splendid affair. Her entire household, from footman to lady’s maid, perform their duties as Nature intended. Which is to say, they are naked at all times. The men, I hasten to add, hold no interest for me, as her Ladyship is well aware; thus we were attended to by three of her younger staff, buxom girls who showed no shame in being nude before a man.
‘My God!’ I cried as the young girls turned to leave the sitting room. ‘Your maids are utterly divine!’
Lady C--- smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Would you care to examine them at closer quarters, sir?’
My reaction, you may surmise, was perfectly predictable: the girls were summoned back, and made to line up in a row before me. They had, so Lady C--- confessed, been chosen for the size of their bosoms, cunts and derrieres. Each girl, too, had submitted to an intimate shaving, so that her vulva might be on prominent display, both as a sign of her glory and a source of temptation to Lady C---'s female clients, should they feel the need for a young girl’s flesh. It was rare, explained my hostess, that her servants enjoyed the touch of a man.
Addressing the largest maid, Millie, her Ladyship inquired if the girl had ought she cared to say to me, allowing her, with my consent, to be as bold as she dared. Even so, I was caught completely unawares when the young rascal came forward, her pussy almost level with my face (for I was seated in one of Lady C---‘s luxurious armchairs at the time), and said, ‘Would you like to sniff me, sir?
In all my years, I have never encountered such boldness in one so young. ‘Are all your girls so forward?’ I inquired of Lady C---.
She returned my gaze coyly. ‘I have taken the liberty of informing my staff of your special preferences. That your face enjoys the pleasures of the pussy and the bottom, as much as does your cock.’
I fell back in my chair and gaped at Millie’s long, shiny slit. The smell of cunt was heavy in the air, filling my lungs, stirring my shaft into life. Beside me, Lady C--- spoke again, addressing the plump young girl whose hairless vagina hung inches from my face. ‘Millie,’ she whispered. ‘Show him your little lady.’
I found myself puzzled, until the young girl reached down between her legs, eased her vulva open and fiddled with the hood of her clitoris, exposing the tiny pink lozenge that nestled in her slit. Pressing the tip of one finger to her rosy nubbin, Millie said, without a hint of shame, ‘Sir, would you do me the honour of kissing me here. I am suddenly so very excited.’
She was not, I might add, alone in her arousal! Immediately, I came forward, dropping from the armchair and onto my knees. Savouring the smell of her cunt, I lowered my face onto her delicious mound, and closed my eager mouth around her clit. At once, her hands came down behind my head and held me fast, her big hips wriggling with delight as she ground herself against me.
A voice – Lady C---'s – whispered softly in my ear. ‘You are feeding on a young girl’s pussy. You wicked, wicked man!’ Her words aroused me all the more, and when other hands began to grapple with my britches, pulling them down, releasing my shaft, and exposing him in all his glory, my passion was truly unleashed! I was vaguely aware of bodies huddling around me, but with my head buried in Millie’s hole I was lost to the world, concerned with nothing more now, than my own infernal pleasure.
‘You have excited my guest,’ said Lady C---, somewhere in my self-imposed darkness. ‘See how he stands to attention in your presence.’ Again, I felt her warm breath at my ear. ‘They long for the meat of a man,’ she whispered. ‘May they use you for their pleasure, sir? It would be an act of kindness on your part.’
Dear God, my head was spinning with desire! Though Millie still held me firmly to her nubbin, I managed, with some effort, to pull my face a fraction lower, so that now my nose and mouth were firmly planted in her deep, delicious slit. This was heaven! Here, I told myself, I had been born, and here I could happily die!
At which point, as if my cup of joy could overflow no more, I felt the heat of a woman’s mouth around my shaft; a pair of warm, moist lips began to suckle at my glans, and tiny fingers held my trembling balls.
I screamed my pleasure into Millie’s groin and heard her murmur, ‘Hush, sir, let my pussy comfort you now. Let me dribble my juices into your mouth, while I smother you with my woman’s flesh…’
Again, I groaned, for now a second mouth approached me from below, and lips – Dear God! – encircled both my balls in turn! My breath was broken into blasts, furious thuds of air that beat against Millie’s young cunt. And then another frisson of delight – a finger trailing down between my naked buttocks, sliding into my crack, probing for my unprotected anus.
‘You do not mind, sir,’ whispered Lady C---, ‘if I join this little party? To see three women pleasure you has quite aroused me. If I do not enter the fray, I will surely go mad!’
What could I say? What did I want to say? Only, ‘Yes! Make use of me in any way you choose!’
‘I am going to finger-fuck you, sir,’ she whispered. ‘While playing with my shaven hole. Imagine this, five bodies linked in wanton bliss, four lovely pussies and a rampant cock exploding in joyful union. What pleasure we shall have, sir. What pleasure we shall have!’
I wept with happiness, gorging on Millie’s hairless mound, as Lady C---'s moistened finger entered from behind, gliding home, riding up and down my rectum. ‘Prepare to come, sir,’ she whispered. ‘Prepare to come as you have never come before!’
She thrust home one last time and touched me deep within. A pair of girlish lips sucked gently on my cock, while inside another’s mouth my balls unleashed their jism, filling my shaft with spunk. I erupted with joy, emptying myself into a moist young throat. I screamed my pleasure into Millie’s cunt as she came, too, drowning me in her juices, smothering me between her fleshy lips, as I had never been smothered before. Five bodies, exploding as one, we yelled our release into each other’s flesh, before collapsing, utterly exhausted, on the sitting-room floor.
Dear reader, I had tasted pleasure greater than any I had ever known.
And yet, my afternoon at Lady C---'s had scarcely still begun…
Well, that was a load of old rubbish and no mistake. No facesitting at all. We’ve been done. Not to worry, I’ll have Jollie thrashed and sent to his room without supper. Wasting our time like this…
Apologetically yours,
Erebus (Mr)
PS Please don't hit me. Any women on the board are, of course, welcome to punish me in the usual manner.
16 August 1892
I write these notes from my bed, to which I have been confined these past three days. My doctor cites exhaustion, recommending that, to aid recovery, I leave for the country where the air, he reminds me, is fresher than in town.
He is correct to diagnose exhaustion, both physical and mental, but understands not the reason why. Let me enlighten you, dear reader, as best I can, and as briefly as possible.
London boasts many dens of ill repute; bawdy houses, brothels and other curious chambers of desire. One such may be found at No 4, D--- Street, WC1, the home of Lady C---, a woman with an unparalleled reputation for feminine debauchery.
Let me explain. Lady C--- is largely unknown among men. The reason for this is simple: her clients are not men, but women, and, being women, they seek a different kind of pleasure. I made the acquaintance of Lady C--- some years ago, during a commercial transaction, the bones of which need not concern you. Suffice to say, I have long sought access to her private chambers, and equally long have been denied.
Knowing of my reputation, and my insatiable quest for new adventure, she at last succumbed to my entreaties and deigned to grant me entry to her home. Thus, on Tuesday last, I crossed the threshold of No 4, D--- Street, WC1, as excited as a man could be.
Lady C--- is herself a handsome woman. Though no longer in the prime of life (she will be thirty next month), she boasts a full, pliant figure, and enjoys those features of the face which time will never destroy.
Afternoon tea is, with her, a most splendid affair. Her entire household, from footman to lady’s maid, perform their duties as Nature intended. Which is to say, they are naked at all times. The men, I hasten to add, hold no interest for me, as her Ladyship is well aware; thus we were attended to by three of her younger staff, buxom girls who showed no shame in being nude before a man.
‘My God!’ I cried as the young girls turned to leave the sitting room. ‘Your maids are utterly divine!’
Lady C--- smiled sweetly and replied, ‘Would you care to examine them at closer quarters, sir?’
My reaction, you may surmise, was perfectly predictable: the girls were summoned back, and made to line up in a row before me. They had, so Lady C--- confessed, been chosen for the size of their bosoms, cunts and derrieres. Each girl, too, had submitted to an intimate shaving, so that her vulva might be on prominent display, both as a sign of her glory and a source of temptation to Lady C---'s female clients, should they feel the need for a young girl’s flesh. It was rare, explained my hostess, that her servants enjoyed the touch of a man.
Addressing the largest maid, Millie, her Ladyship inquired if the girl had ought she cared to say to me, allowing her, with my consent, to be as bold as she dared. Even so, I was caught completely unawares when the young rascal came forward, her pussy almost level with my face (for I was seated in one of Lady C---‘s luxurious armchairs at the time), and said, ‘Would you like to sniff me, sir?
In all my years, I have never encountered such boldness in one so young. ‘Are all your girls so forward?’ I inquired of Lady C---.
She returned my gaze coyly. ‘I have taken the liberty of informing my staff of your special preferences. That your face enjoys the pleasures of the pussy and the bottom, as much as does your cock.’
I fell back in my chair and gaped at Millie’s long, shiny slit. The smell of cunt was heavy in the air, filling my lungs, stirring my shaft into life. Beside me, Lady C--- spoke again, addressing the plump young girl whose hairless vagina hung inches from my face. ‘Millie,’ she whispered. ‘Show him your little lady.’
I found myself puzzled, until the young girl reached down between her legs, eased her vulva open and fiddled with the hood of her clitoris, exposing the tiny pink lozenge that nestled in her slit. Pressing the tip of one finger to her rosy nubbin, Millie said, without a hint of shame, ‘Sir, would you do me the honour of kissing me here. I am suddenly so very excited.’
She was not, I might add, alone in her arousal! Immediately, I came forward, dropping from the armchair and onto my knees. Savouring the smell of her cunt, I lowered my face onto her delicious mound, and closed my eager mouth around her clit. At once, her hands came down behind my head and held me fast, her big hips wriggling with delight as she ground herself against me.
A voice – Lady C---'s – whispered softly in my ear. ‘You are feeding on a young girl’s pussy. You wicked, wicked man!’ Her words aroused me all the more, and when other hands began to grapple with my britches, pulling them down, releasing my shaft, and exposing him in all his glory, my passion was truly unleashed! I was vaguely aware of bodies huddling around me, but with my head buried in Millie’s hole I was lost to the world, concerned with nothing more now, than my own infernal pleasure.
‘You have excited my guest,’ said Lady C---, somewhere in my self-imposed darkness. ‘See how he stands to attention in your presence.’ Again, I felt her warm breath at my ear. ‘They long for the meat of a man,’ she whispered. ‘May they use you for their pleasure, sir? It would be an act of kindness on your part.’
Dear God, my head was spinning with desire! Though Millie still held me firmly to her nubbin, I managed, with some effort, to pull my face a fraction lower, so that now my nose and mouth were firmly planted in her deep, delicious slit. This was heaven! Here, I told myself, I had been born, and here I could happily die!
At which point, as if my cup of joy could overflow no more, I felt the heat of a woman’s mouth around my shaft; a pair of warm, moist lips began to suckle at my glans, and tiny fingers held my trembling balls.
I screamed my pleasure into Millie’s groin and heard her murmur, ‘Hush, sir, let my pussy comfort you now. Let me dribble my juices into your mouth, while I smother you with my woman’s flesh…’
Again, I groaned, for now a second mouth approached me from below, and lips – Dear God! – encircled both my balls in turn! My breath was broken into blasts, furious thuds of air that beat against Millie’s young cunt. And then another frisson of delight – a finger trailing down between my naked buttocks, sliding into my crack, probing for my unprotected anus.
‘You do not mind, sir,’ whispered Lady C---, ‘if I join this little party? To see three women pleasure you has quite aroused me. If I do not enter the fray, I will surely go mad!’
What could I say? What did I want to say? Only, ‘Yes! Make use of me in any way you choose!’
‘I am going to finger-fuck you, sir,’ she whispered. ‘While playing with my shaven hole. Imagine this, five bodies linked in wanton bliss, four lovely pussies and a rampant cock exploding in joyful union. What pleasure we shall have, sir. What pleasure we shall have!’
I wept with happiness, gorging on Millie’s hairless mound, as Lady C---'s moistened finger entered from behind, gliding home, riding up and down my rectum. ‘Prepare to come, sir,’ she whispered. ‘Prepare to come as you have never come before!’
She thrust home one last time and touched me deep within. A pair of girlish lips sucked gently on my cock, while inside another’s mouth my balls unleashed their jism, filling my shaft with spunk. I erupted with joy, emptying myself into a moist young throat. I screamed my pleasure into Millie’s cunt as she came, too, drowning me in her juices, smothering me between her fleshy lips, as I had never been smothered before. Five bodies, exploding as one, we yelled our release into each other’s flesh, before collapsing, utterly exhausted, on the sitting-room floor.
Dear reader, I had tasted pleasure greater than any I had ever known.
And yet, my afternoon at Lady C---'s had scarcely still begun…
Well, that was a load of old rubbish and no mistake. No facesitting at all. We’ve been done. Not to worry, I’ll have Jollie thrashed and sent to his room without supper. Wasting our time like this…
Apologetically yours,
Erebus (Mr)
PS Please don't hit me. Any women on the board are, of course, welcome to punish me in the usual manner.