The Pearl

Lewd, bawdy, and sensual, this cult classic is a collection of Victorian erotica that circulated in an underground magazine known as The Pearl from July 1879 to December 1880. Now dusted off and totally uncensored, the journal of voluptuous reading that titillated the eminent Victorians is reprinted in its entirety. The 18 issues of The Pearl are packed with short stories, naughty poems, ballads of sexual adventure, letters, limericks, jokes, gossip, and six serialized novels including "La Rose d'Amour," filled with inventive and exotic lovemaking scenes; "Miss Coote's Confession," with graphic descriptions of initiations into pleasure; and "Young Beginners," a collection of exuberant sexual adventures. Scatological and scandalous, The Pearl is definitely not for the straitlaced or pure of mind.

While most ebooks only feature a few issues of The Pearl, get all 18 volumes in one book!

Limericks

...There was a young man of this Nation,
Who didn’t much like fornication;
When asked, “Do you fuck?”
He said, “No, I suck
Women’s quims, and I use Masturbation.”...

Short Stories

Memoranda From Mr. P-.

Mr. Reddie used to call me Petro, as a short familiar name; but whilst he lodged with me at my house, Brecknock Crescent, Camden Town (N.B.- This is where I first was introduced to Mr. Reddie), I was continually afraid he would bring himself or both of us into serious trouble.

Once, I remember, we went to Margate for a few weeks at the seaside, and the landlady of the house where we stopped had a very good-looking son, a youth not over fifteen, if quite so old. Mr. Reddie was in love at once, but how to win the boy over was the difficulty.

“Petro,” he would say, “I must fuck that boy or go out of my mind from frigging myself as I lie in bed and think of him. How can we manage it, old boy?”...

Novels

La Rose D’amour Or The Adventures Of A Gentleman In Search Of Pleasure

(Or, how many damn virgins can you deflower in one story? Editor ;-)

...“And then to feel him take his prick, and with the tips of his fingers part the lips of the flesh sheath into which he intends to shove it, putting the head of it between the lips, and gently shoving it in at first, stretching the poor little thing to its utmost extent, till, not without some pain to you, the head is effectually lodged in it. Then, after laying a kiss on your lips, he commences the attack by gently but firmly and steadily shoving into you, increasing his shoves harder and harder, till he thrusts with all his force, causing you to sigh and cry out, he thrusts hard, he gains a little at every move, he forces the barriers, he tears and roots up all your virginal defences, you cry out for mercy but receive none. His passions are aroused into madness, fire flashes from his eyes, concentrating all his energies for one tremendous thrust, he lunges forward, carries everything before him, and enters the fort by storm, reeking with the blood of his fair enemy, who with a scream of agony yields up her maidenhead to the conqueror, who, having put his victim hors de combat, proceeds to reap the reward of his hard fought and bloody battle...

Lady Pokingham; Or They All Do It

...William felt ready to drop; the perspiration stood on his brow in great drops, but his lips refused to speak, and Alice continued in a soft whisper: “I saw it all this morning, Willie dear, and what joy that great red-head thing of yours seemed to give her. You must let me into the secret, and I will never tell. This is the monster you shoved into her so furiously. I must look at it and feel it; how hard it has got under my touch. La! What a funny thing! I can get it out as Lucy did,” pulling open his trousers and letting out the rampant engine of love. She kissed its red velvety head, saying: “What a sweet, soft thing to touch. Oh! I must caress it a little.” Her touches were like fire to his senses; speechless with rapture and surprise, he silently submitted to the freak of the willful girl, but his novel position was so exciting, he could not restrain himself, but the sperm boiled up from his penis all over her hands and face...

Miss Coote’s Confession, Or The Voluptuous Experiences Of An Old Maid

...The sight of her beautiful posteriors filled me with a gloating desire to exercise my skill upon them, and see a little of what I had to feel myself. Nervously grasping my birch, without further delay, I commenced the assault by some sharp strokes, each blow deepening the rosy tints to a deeper red.

Ah! Ah! What a shame. You’re as bad as the old General, you little witch, to take me so by surprise.”

“You don’t seem at all sorry, Miss,” I cried; “but I’ll try and bring down your impudence; in fact, I begin to think you are one of the worst of them, and only acted the hypocrite, with your pretended compassion, when you were, in reality, it all the time. But it’s my turn now. Of course, you were too strong for me, unless I had trapped you so nicely. How do you like it, Miss Jane?” All this time I kept on, whisk, whisk, whisk, in quick succession, till her bottom began to look quite interesting.

“You little wretch! You vixen!” gasped Jane. “Your grandfather shall hear of this.”

“That’s your game, is it, Miss Tell-tale. At any rate, you’ll be well paid first;” I replied. The sight of her buttocks only seemed to add to my energy, and it was quite a thrill of pleasure when I first saw the blood come. She writhed and wriggled with suppressed sighs and ahs, but each time she gave utterance to any expression, it seemed only for the purpose of irritating me more and more. My excitement became intense, the cruel havoc seemed to be an immense satisfaction to me, and her bottom really was in deplorable state through my inconsiderate fury. At last, quite worn put and fatigued, I could hold the rod no longer, and my passion melted into love and pity, as I saw her in an apparently listless and fainting condition, with drooping head, eyes closed, and hands clenched...

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