My dear Minet, as I generally called the splendid instrument of my joy, had become my passion, the object of real worship. I was never tired of admiring its thickness, its stiffness, and its length, all equally marvellous. I would dandle it, suck it, pump at it, caress it in a thousand different ways, and rub it between my titties, holding it there by pressing them with both my hands, Often when captive in this voluptuous passage, it would throw out its dew.

My lover returned all my caresses with interest. My pussey was his god, his idol. He assured me that no woman had ever possessed a more perfect one. He would open it, and frig it in every conceivable way. His greatest delight was to apply his lips thereto, and extract, so to speak, the quintessence of voluptuousness, by titillations of the tongue, that almost drove me mad. (Continued on page 211)

KITTYS DREAM

On her couch, one summer's day,

Beauteous, youthful Kitty lay;

Venus saw her from above,

Smiling Venus, Queen of Love;

Amaz'd at each celestial grace,

Her polish'd limbs, her blooming face -

"Come here, my boy," she said, "and see

"One you might have took for me."

Roguish Cupid, laughing, cries,

"O give me leave to quit the skies,

"And make that heav'nly maiden prove,

"The various mysteries of love:

"The close embrace, the juicy kiss,

"The raging, melting, dying bliss."

Venus consented: "Go, my boy,

"Make her know the height of joy."

Away the archer and his train,

Sport along th' ethereal plain.

Now around the sleeping fair

Thousand Cupids fill the air;

In her bosom some inspire

Tender wishes, fond desire;