The Goddess Vintage Erotica Victim of Lust : Scenes In The Life of Rosa Fielding

Victim of Lust : Scenes In The Life of Rosa Fielding

Victim of Lust : Scenes In The Life of Rosa Fielding
Catalog # SKU2675
Publisher TGS Publishing
Weight 1.00 lbs
Author Name Anonymous
 
$11.95
Quantity

Description

The
Victim of Lust


or
Scenes In The
Life of Rosa Fielding

by
Anonymous


Vintage Erotic fiction from the mid 1800s. Depicting the Crimes and Follies of High Life and the Dissipation and Debaucheries of the day.

**************

Excerpt:

When therefore, she saw the rich and respectable Mr. Bonham enter her shop, she summoned her aide-de-camp with 'Rosa, attend to the gentleman!' and continued her attention to her customer. Now Mr. Bonham, though nearly fifty as we have said, and of a very staid and even strict outward demeanour, was by no means so elderly in his feelings and capabilities as would have been judged from outward appearances.

He had been early left a widower, and the very fact of his having to keep up the said outward appearances and his ambition to have a saintly character among his neighbours and friends, had forced him to restrain his indulgences within very narrow bounds, and to be circumspect and moderate in the enjoyment thereof. So that this self denial was of a double benefit to him; among the saints of his acquaintance he was esteemed as 'one of the elect and a babe of grace', while he himself was pleasingly conscious that, thanks to his regular but very generous diet, and his habit of self control (not abstinence) as to the softer sex, he was enjoying what is called a green old age; and was when on the verge of fifty, pretty confident that his latent powers when called into action would be found quite equal to those of many a worn out young roue of five and twenty.

He was remarkably struck with Rosa's beauty, and well he might be. Long, flowing, golden hair; deep blue eyes, a sweet but by no means insipid expression of face, combined with a graceful figure, and manners very attractive even in her humble occupation; all detained Mr. Bonham in purchasing a pair of gloves, longer than he had ever been in his life before. Certainly he was very difficult to suit; and Rosa had to take the measurements of his hand more than once.

At last he was suited-as far as gloves were concerned-and was about to leave the shop when a bright idea struck him. He turned back to where Mrs. Trabb was standing, that estimable woman had just got rid of her Low Church-looking customer triumphantly, she had clapped two pence extra onto the price of the mitts, and then after some bargaining submitted to rebate a penny. So both panics were satisfied, and Mrs. T felt not only 'at peace with all men' (that she generally was) but with all women too (which was not so frequently the case).

'Mrs. Trabb,' began the respectable gentleman, 'I would like to consult you about a little matter of business that may be a source of gain to a trades woman in your line; besides being conducive to the moral benefit of a tribe of benighted heathens.'

'Dear me, Mr. Bonham,' exclaimed the gratified Hosier, 'step this way; very grand of you I'm sure; -a glass of cherry brandy?-do now-and sit down and rest yourself.'

So saying, she ushered the artful old gentleman into her snug back parlour; and producing the refreshment alluded to, awaited further disclosures.

We will not weary the reader with a full account of the proposed mercantile transaction. Suffice it to say that Mr. Bonham disclosed a case of soul-harrowing destitution among the Fukkumite Islanders recently converted to Christianity.

The interesting females had not the wherewithal to cover their bare bottoms, but used to display those well rounded features to the unhallowed gaze of the unregenerate sailors of whale ships calling at the islands. Now the missionaries considered that if any bottoms were to be displayed by their precious converts, the exhibition should be made in private to their spiritual advisers.

And to end the story, the benevolent gentleman, by way of advancing the moral and physical comforts of the Fukkumite ladies (to say nothing of the missionaries) asked Mrs. Trabb if she would like to contract for the supply of say to begin with, one thousand pairs of frilled pantalettes .

Printed in a large 12 point font for ease of reading


160+ pages - 8¼ X 5&¼ softcover


: *
: *
: *
Type the characters you see in the picture:


*
Loss of the Steamship "Titanic"
Anno Domini 2071
Science of Being Well
 
Great Known, The
Anglo-Saxon Law
Secret of Solomon