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Updated: May 31, 2025
Shall we say It or He? What is It? Who is He? Those anticipations of Immortality and God what are they? Are they the mere throbbings of my own heart, heard and mistaken for a living something beside me? Are they the sound of my own wishes, echoing through the vast void of Nothingness? or shall I call them God, Father, Spirit, Love? A living Being within me or outside me?
As soon as I did this, and began slowly to thrust in and out of the delicious sheath in which I was so rapturously engulphed, I felt uncle's hands wandering over my buttocks, followed by the introduction of two fingers into my anus. My throbbings on them showed how much he pleased me. He asked if it added to the pleasure I was enjoying. "Oh, yes, dear uncle, immensely."
I spent with cries more like the braying of a donkey than any other sound, and then lay like one dead on that glorious belly, with head reposing between the firm and splendid bubbies, aunt clasping me to her bosom, panting with all it had just granted. We lay long in ecstatic trance of the delicious after-sensations. Our mutual internal throbbings gradually re-excited all our passions.
I really had no faith in the conditions of the circle, but for the joke of it I kept my sitters in place for nearly an hour by dint of pretending to hear creakings and to feel throbbings, until at last little Miss Brush became very deeply concerned. "I feel them, too," she declared. "Did some one blow on my hands? I felt a cold wave." Harris got up abruptly. "I'll join the doubters," said he.
She passed her arm round my belly, and with that exquisitely delightful touch on my prick for which she was so distinguished, she excited me to the utmost, making my sphincter ani respond to the throbbings of my exquisitely delighted prick, and equally exciting her lascivious passions with the idea of first possession of that narrow abode of voluptuousness.
With a mighty effort she stilled the violent throbbings of her heart, forced an unnatural calm upon her face and whispered "Let him come now; I am ready." He was standing without the door, so near that he heard the words, and in a moment he was at her side.
Leaning against the portal, in an absurd delirium of delight for it takes but a trifle to jerk those lovers from the slimiest depths of the Slough of Despond to the topmost peak of the mountain of ecstasy he uncovered his head that the night-air might cool its feverish throbbings.
They were his young days beautiful and wicked days of clear, rich tints, and sanguine throbbings, and gloria mundi when we fancy the spirit perfect, and the body needs no redemption when, fresh from the fountains of life, death is but a dream, and we walk the earth like heathen gods and goddesses, in celestial egotism and beauty. Oh, fair youth! gone for ever.
I knew it would come. I heard it coming like distant thunder in the voice of the waterfall. I heard it coming in the wild throbbings of my violin. And, thank God, it has come at last! These Americans advance to meet us. They stretch out the right hand of fraternity. They unfurl the flag of liberty.
It told me and fiercely it struggled to make me realize what it was that it told. Its insistence was borne upon little despairing, rhythmic beatings throbbings that were like the muffled sobbings of the drums of grief. Louder, closer came the throbbing; clearer with it my perception of the inhumanness of my thought. The drum beat tapped at my humanity, became a dolorous knocking at my heart.
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