Anonymous - Eveline

A dim light was shed by a small lamp upon the table. Mrs. Hodge took me by the hand. She led me forward. We passed into the room on the right. I stood beside the bed. All had been arranged. I slipped off my cloak-my skirts. I stood in my chemise de nuit.

I had anticipated the adventure with eagerness. Every detail had been planned beforehand with scrupulous precision. My feelings were intensely excited. A restless longing for the embrace of a strong man had troubled my thoughts all day. I had been roused by the faint efforts to which I had submitted the previous night. I determined to surrender myself without reserve, at least on this occasion. The stake was immense; the game was well worth playing. No gambler ever felt more enthusiasm as he staked his pile upon a single chance. I had brought all my wits to bear. There is an enormous power for good or bad in a strong will. I devoted mine with all my naturally strong energy to this object. The second title had too long lain dormant. There were the three sisters all secretly plotting-jealous of me from the first, and the dissolute cousin to whom the usurers were becoming more accommodating as time rolled on and brought no news to lessen his pretensions to the succession. Last, and by no means least, there was my natural womanly pride, the instinct of maternity unsatisfied- the galling feeling that I-Eveline-would eventually be supplanted in the enjoyment of the property for which I had risked so much-the jointure of the Countess of Endover.

Mrs. Hodge put her finger to her lips-she held the bedclothes open-I slipped backward into the feather bed. Two strong arms entwined themselves around my slender middle. They drew me down into contact with a man's hirsute body. I felt alarmed in spite of my resolution.

"Oh, Mrs. Hodge! Pray do not leave me-oh, pray!"

"Hush! Hush-be silent-he's a lamb, that he is sometimes!"

I noticed the change in her intonation-the respectful distance, the conventional modes of address were gone. This was also part of the comedy.

A rush of hot desire passed through my nervous system as I felt the warmth and solidity of the male who held me. That it was a male there was not the slightest doubt. My back-my buttocks rested against his belly and thighs. Already his parts protruded viciously. His instruments began to assert its virility. I interposed my hand-"Oh?"

Mrs. Hodge was still beside the bed. I could just see her outline in the darkened room. She held my left hand. My right encountered a monstrous limb. My hand mechanically closed upon this object. It responded to my exciting caress. I felt a bush of curly hair-a muscular pair of thighs. I remained thus a few minutes-not a sound was heard. Then the right arm which had held me was softly unlaced. A large hand inspected my charms. My bosom-my belly-my mount, and, lastly, the central spot of man's desires. If my assailant's passion had been already roused, my own responded to it. A sudden movement served to turn me on my back. At the same moment, Mrs. Hodge assisted by a rapid jerk of my left arm. I raised my right to protect myself in a half-real, half-feigned effort of modesty. Immediately my bedfellow was upon me. In dragging me towards him downwards, my chemise had been turned up. My body lay naked to his attack. He was not slow to take advantage of the position. The fortress lay open. He had only to march through the portal.

"Oh, Mrs. Hodge! I-do not let him-pray-oh! Oh!"

There was no response from the good woman who had not released my hand. Instantly I was helplessly extended beneath the weight of a man's naked body.

Under such circumstances a woman never complains of the inconvenient pressure. It is true that the elbows of the operator take on themselves a certain part of the load. For all that, the position appears to be the normal one. It is certainly the best-the one peculiarly adapted for the exchange and enjoyment of those emotions which accompany the act of copulation-those tender emanations of passion stimulated and excited to an almost insupportable strain-those outbursts of intense ecstasy which are wrung from the yielding female form vibrating beneath the efforts of a vigorous male.

I had seen Jock on several occasions when visiting the lodge. Usually he made himself scarce by slipping shyly away by the back door. I had rarely, however, exchanged more than a simple salutation with him. He struck me as a particularly fine young man whose physiognomy displayed more intellectuality than fell to the lot of the rustics around. His wife took pleasure in repeating her commendation of his intelligence, his industry, and his constant endeavors to instruct himself in the principles and practice of agriculture. He became thus an object of interest to me, particularly after the extraordinary invitation the simple woman had extended to me. In short, I had made my observations. I had matured my decision.

If ever I was in a condition, after my forced abstinence, to fulfill the requirements of perfected copulation, to relish the joys and participate in the animal pleasure of the act, it was now. My feelings were worked up to frenzy. I remember little of the scene that followed. I received the huge organ of virile manhood with a gasping sigh of wild delight-a little cry of mingled pain and pleasure. My assailant lost no time, his arms were around my light body, his own was in determined conjunction with mine. He seemed to be anxious to incorporate himself with me. He worked with vigor. He did not spare me. He seemed incapable of controlling his emotions. Mrs. Hodge remained beside me. A few whispered words of encouragement came from her parted lips as the significant sounds and movements progressed beneath her. Then there came a time when I held my breath, when the long pent-up forces of nature seemed about to give way. Suddenly I knew the climax had been reached-the end attained. I received a copious outpouring of nature's prolific balm. Then my companion lay still as death, save for the fluttering of his breath upon my neck.

I draw discreetly the veil over the remainder of that night's pleasure. It was already late when, guided by my faithful conductress, I again found myself within the precincts of my own chamber. I enjoyed the long slumber of satisfied nature. I woke in the broad sunlight to a new sensation-a new hope.

' 'My sweet Eveline is looking all the better for her stay in the delicious air of Cumberland. I quite envy you that lovely little paradise you have there."

"Indeed, papa, I feel much stronger. It is the air, as you say, which has done me so much good. I have, I am sure, derived much benefit from my visit there. Endover has gone to his moor again."

"You have not forgotten your promise, my dear child. We were to repeat our experiences of the peephole. Will you join me there this afternoon? I have arranged something for your gratification."

"Do tell me what the nature of it is, dear papa."

"Well, it is a rather peculiar affair in which the actors will have no knowledge of the presence of witnesses whatever."

"And we two are to be the witnesses? Oh, that will be lovely!"

"Yes, my dear, there are two convenient apertures through which we can enjoy together the interview which will take place. I have reason to believe it will be of exceptional interest to us both."

"You quite raise my curiosity, dear papa. Do tell me-what is the affair to be like?"

"I must first say that it is not the ordinary thing at all. It appears that a certain gentleman, whose name and personality are both unknown to me, takes a young girl to this place. I am told by my informant who conducts this very private establishment that she is very young-in fact a mere child, although a very charming and beautiful one. It also appears that the gentleman is suspected of a close connection with this pretty child. We shall probably know more by and by. Anyhow it is not the business of my informant to trouble herself about such trifles. She is discretion itself."