Victorian Era Blog

[TongueTickles]

Victorian Era Sexual Blog

I got this idea after accidentally tumbling into the "Victorian Lit. Members" thread in the personal's forum. What would it be like if the Internet and Literotica had predated all other modern technology? I hope you all have fun.

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T'was a horrible day. Only made half a shilling for half day of work. We got released early from the lead mines today due to deluge of rain flooding the lower levels. Alas, since the Queen outlawed women and children in the mines last year, there's nary a soul to work the pumps.

But the joy overcame me eyes upon emergence from the depths, for the wonderous vision of many a fair maiden hoisting the hems of their dresses from the mud in the streets, lest they be soiled by the downpour. I shall be first to admit to myself that sheer number of ankles that I was blessed to behold, did but stir my manhood vigorously in the moment.

Alas, I had to immediately take for cover lest my condition be noticed by the Vicar, or perhaps worse the village Bobby, who might take me to my father for another thrashing.

What was one to do? I be now twenty years, and still yet to be betrothed, as father reminds me nightly. I have yet to find a suitable repository for these lustful urges, yet still, I shall face beating regardless, for earning the family a mere half shilling from my wage today. I forced not, the skies to open up.

Oh, the images of those ankles shall keep me from sleep tonight!

 

[Aquagal]

I'm thinking a chastity belt would be no bueno.

 

[TongueTickles]

I'm thinking a chastity belt would be no bueno.

I envisioned this an open blog for all. I'm sure there are many here with a better imagination than myself. So whatever you want to write,... alas cherished one, your scripts shall bear no censor to the use of such temptation keepers

 

[TongueTickles]

Oh, this age of industry is beset upon us, without request I might add, to the point that one cannot labour as one should. Machinery of all bewitching designs have entered almost manner of commerce and manufacture, to the point that one need study at school to learn such intricate functions. I give thee, the latest of a long and tiresome list of examples, which I encountered today.

I was most happily walking home this night, and it was given to myself the notion of purchasing a fresh loaf for the wee ones. Upon entering the baker's, I was greeted by naught a soul. The shop was deserted to my eyes, yet the door to the alley from where I had entered was undoubtedly ajar.

Upon calling out for the baker, I did eventually hear the sound of scurrying in the back. Admittedly, I have no knowledge of the business of bakers, yet in minutes that there elpased I did hear upon what sounded most like a muffled cry from the room attached, followed shortly thereafter by the emergence of the bakers wife.

Upon my purchase of my loaf, I could not help but notice the most overpowering of aromas arising from the lady's hand. To place it specifically, it did to the best of my recollection, that which I encountered most usually at the Fish Monger's across the town.

So I must ask, what state are we in that industry has reconstructed our society such that a mere baker's wife must take to the cleaning of fish for a shop that bears no semblance to that design? I assumed the lady had per chance sliced her hand shortly before the announcement of pain had arrived, yet I detected no visible wounds, so I felt obliged to offer my courtesy, and depart.

 

[TongueTickles]

Upon my return home this afternoon past, I was taken by the most distressful sounds coming to my ears that a father can bear. I was certain that someone had taken ill based on the intensity of moaning emanating from upper floor of our abode. You can imagine my surprise, upon entering as I had come to the understanding that our home should be vacant.

Therefore I hesitated not to knock, entered immediately into my daughter's sleeping quarters. To my certain surprise I was immediately greeted by the vision of my eldest daughter Claire, and her best friend Jayne completely disrobed, and frolicking around the room in a manner equivalent to one such that might be expected from no less than newlyweds! I immediately averted mine eyes of course, but the paternal fear that my dearest was engaged in some sort of unnatural and immoral act seized upon my heart, and brought no less than a tear upon my cheeks.

A brief moment passed until I proudly remembered that our dearest Queen, has very recently declared that such acts do not occur between the softer gender. Therefore, I was comforted immediately by the realization that my imagination had been bedeviled and that I was verily mistaken.

God Bless the Queen.

 

[TongueTickles]

Woke up in a ditch this morn when the sun came up over the side. Stumbled to the docks and got a job loading barrels of rum on a schooner. Got paid fifteen shillings. Soaked up the spilt rum with a rag and sucked it dry. Bought some broth and bread at the Inn and went to the brothel to spend the rest on big old Betsy. Sexy white knickers that don't quite reach her knees. Passed out.

Woke up in a ditch,..

 

[TongueTickles]

It is with gravest concern for my wife, that we shall immediately partake upon a journey that should, at the least, take but a fortnight for our return. We shall be travelling to Amsterdam to petition the services of the most learned of modern physicians, Dr. Van Helsing.

She has taken upon grave symptoms, the likes of which the physcians have never seen. Most specifically, they have noted extreme anemia, and an inexplicable desire to sleep all day in a darkened room. Yet it is not fatigue that ails her, as at night she becomes ravenous with such carnal desires that I dare not put to paper.

Most disturbing was last week, when upon entering the palour at the darkest hour, I did witness what appeared to be blood dripping down her white chin. When I approached, she must have feared reprisal for she quickly turned as I turned the lamp upon her. I was quite surprised, as one could certainly expect, to discover she had been outside dressed only in a sleeping gown, which quite brazenly revealed her neck and shoulders to any that might happen to gaze upon her. Furthermore, and most distressing, was that her bosom appeared to unlaced. I was quite taken aback, much as one might be when one encounters a steam locomotive for the first time. To my utmost surprise, she then attacked me, if I dare use such a word, and proceeded to engage me in all manner of sexuality that I had not been accustomed to, and most certainly had not instructed her in. I might add, that I believe I am now quite well versed in modern manners of gratification, and was pleasantly surprised to learn that a person's mouth might be used in activity other than sustenance or discussion.

I must say that I trust that Dr Van Helsing is able to treat her, in the quickest of fashion, without so much a minor reduction in libido.

 

[LordMorningwood]

Van Helsing peers out of the windows of his consulting room into a vista of canals and fog, and speaks softly, almost to himself.

"Your wife's condition is serious, may well yet be fatal. She is contagious, a danger to others. At one time, I would have been able to offer you no hope, merely a merciful resolution. But my researches suggest that the condition may now be managed. Isolation is essential. Restraint perhaps. Appropriate stimulation. And regular, judicious infusions of living human bodily fluids."

"Blood?"

Van Helsing turns and speaks directly, his gaze steady.

"Blood, yes. But not just blood . ."

 

[TongueTickles]

Good gracious! What in the Queen's jewels is this doctor referring to? I shall protest his methods to the courts if I must.

Me thinks he must be providing allusion to that which ejected from most delicate of organs the strong sex do possess. I do not pretend to comprehend in the least the workings of physicians and alchemists, nor the particular methods that bring their results. I would much rather he call is boy to fetch fresh leeches, than experiment so recklessly.

 

[Cinner]

This is without doubt one of the best threads that I've seen recently!

 

[Jett_73]

A most inauspicious start to this New Year.

I can scarcely credit this season's weather. I cannot recall when I have seen worse. Nor can Grandfather, which I find surpising given the felicity of the old boy's memory and the frequency of his reminiscences.
But then, for all things we should be thankful and a little snow and ice is at worst an inconvenience only. An overcoat and scarf for the few steps from the carriage to the Club prevents the risk of a chill which, I am glad to say, I have never been prone in any case.

Claude sent round a note this morning indicating he had something of import to impart this evening. I confess he has aroused my curiosity. However, if it is about another of his petticoat dalliances I fear I shall have to forego my usual practice of frivolity and perhaps offer some sage advice.

How desperately tiresome.

 

[Jett_73]

'Pon my soul Claude tries my patience!
His 'urgent matter' was nothing more than the loan of a monkey to cover his losses at Ascot this morning.
I swear the fellow loses just to annoy me.

 

[Jett_73]

Claude has invited me to dine with him at Queen's Club this evening. I have no other engagements - a sad rarity - and so unfortunately am obliged to attend. If he believes I shall join him afterwards in a game of jeu de paume, he is sorely mistaken.

The Kensington club has but one virtue and that is the use of ball girls of the young feminine persuasion*. If I were a religious man I would make my daily devotions to St Philomena. Instead I am quite happy to give my attention to the attendees of her patron school as they chase balls. Claude may run himself ragged around the court. I shall can confine myself to the supporting role of encouraging spectator. Occasionally I may even applaud if his play is of sufficient quality to distract me from the scenery. Blessed be, there must be something about the educational air of that august institution which encourages the early blossoming of young ladies. And I am certain they are not unaware of their charms, judging by the occasional roguish wink loosed in my direction.

Such an, ah, 'invigorating' game this tennis. I feel perhaps that a stroll down Whitechapel may be necessary after supper this evening.





* For the historically aware, this practice post-dates the Victorian Era. Queen's was certainly established as a sports club - Victoria was the royal patron - but female ball girls at 'real tennis' games would have been scandalous.

 

[Cinner]

I should have known that I would somehow pay for my supper! It seems that Claude's losses at Ascot were not the only sources of his embarrassment, for he has unwisely entered into an unfortunate liaison with an actress-singer from the Canterbury Music Hall in Lambeth. Of course, Claude is still too much of a gentleman to tell me her name, but he insists that she will be as good as her word to return certain letters of his that he was foolish enough to send to her expressing his affection.

Claude is really becoming something of a bore.

 

[Cinner]

It is a very good thing that I like Claude. We were friends at Eaton, he and I, and though a tosser, he really is a good sort. I will not stand to see him held up to public ridicule, the butt of titillating jokes in every parlor. I will lend him the money, as an interest free loan; but I will insist that he comes clean and tells me everything! I do not like surprises. They tend to be so indelicately vulgar.

 

[Jett_73]

After supper we advantaged ourselves of tickets upon the new Underground railway extension to Whitechapel*. 'Tis truly an amazing feat of engineering. Yet I am unsure that such a mode of transportation which enables the ready movement of the masses is to be encouraged. I quite prefer the comfort of my own private carriage. Even travelling First Class, as they call it, is a discommodious substitute.

Claude, the poor fellow, was half fagged. I told him he should limit his exertions for the sake of his health. He replied in a manner rather befitting the sordid street down which we now strolled, but hardly appropriate for a gentleman of breeding.

There was an unusual air this night. We received the usual propositions from the scantily clad denizens of the East End, however the invitations seemed to me to be somewhat hesitant and muted in tone. Rumour has it some crazed madman has been butchering the local girls but I hardly give it credence. 'Tis more likely to be Claude and his ill-favoured countennace that is responsible for their terror!



*The MDR joint connection to the ELR at Whitechapel opened in 1884.

 

[Cinner]

I must confess that my own thoughts are sombre at the moment. I can scarcely believe some of the things to which Claude has confessed as we amble down the street past a group of men bearing a pair of galoshes and a stout stick. These men favour us with askance looks, and I hustle my companion along. I do not hesitate to believe him, of course, because to do so would be to call him a liar.

I reflect sadly that it is a slippery slope, first one begins by cheating at cards to cover one's losses in the gaming houses, but then the fall is rapid. I wonder if Claude knows exactly how much at risk he has put his immortal soul, not to mention his father's name. To be labelled a blackguard is the worst sort of infamy. Young men may be forgiven their excesses with drink, and sometimes, with women; but Claude is no longer a young man; he is five and twenty, and so should know better!

For once, I wonder about the wisdom of saving him from his father's threat of banishment to the colonies in the West Indies. Yet, I ask myself, which woman would consent to throw in her lot and follow him there. I believe that what Claude needs is a kind woman, possessing such qualities as good sense and a steady income since i suspect that under the influence of the tropical heat he would be even more difficult to control.

 

[englishgent73]

As the beadle of this parish, one of my proud duties is to regularly visit the workhouse to inspect the young women who reside there.

Many need chastisement. It is an ungodly task - the poor have poor skin made rough through hard toil and their rags are not appealing. To ensure I am not offended by their appearance, my better kempt maids will strip and bathe the pauper women to allow me a better inspection....

 

[Jett_73]

I am determined to see what can be done for poor Claude.

The threatened banishment to the West Indies is taking a toll on his health and, should his father succeed in speedily accomplishing his expatriation, I fear it may be the death of him. His health - not that one would readily appreciate it from his habit of frequent dissipation - is rather delicate. The warm sun, cool tropical breezes, the bronzed native women, the heady aroma of freshly distilled rum; no, this is a burden far too sore for a young man of his uncertain constitution. I am inclined, nay determined, in the spirit of fellowship to accompany him.

Hmm, perhaps I may may a call upon his esteemed parent. A subtle exaggeration of some of the dear lad's recent exploits may serve to hasten our departure. I've heard Kingston is quite capital (ahaha) at this time of year.

 

[Jett_73]

.....

 

[LiFeNdEaTh]

eh.. not interested

 

[Cinner]

I question the wisdom of holding my tongue. I must say that my lack of protest on behalf of my friend was brought about by my complete surprise. It seems that Claude, Sr. has other plans! He has hinted broadly to me that he has made a firm arrangement for his progeny to form an alliance with a certain Miss Jane Clarendon, some very distant relation of the Earl! How he could have managed this is beyond me, for beyond having a generally pleasing countenance and a large bill at the gentleman's emporium in London Claude has little to recommend him! I have to wonder about this lady's looks! Mercy! How my dear friend will take the news will be interesting, for he does not even know the lady!

The elder Claude has invited me to dine this evening. He will break the news to my friend tonight. I think it prudent and kind that I fortify myself and my friend with some of the same Jamaica Rum that we have coveted. This will be for strictly medicinal purposes, you understand.

 

[Cinner]

Just as I had suspected! Claude's inestimable father hopes to paint him into a corner with his news of an arranged marriage! Why else would he invite not only myself, but the others of Claude's friends from our club to dine this night? I fear that the old gentleman has sought to trump my friend, for once we all know that he has other means of sustenance, this Miss Jane Clarendon, with her 30,000 a year, we will no longer be willing to supplement his income for him. I must confess that at thirty thousand a year even I would be interested in making Miss Clarendon's acquaintance.

I try not to laugh when I hear Claude giving a toast to his father's health and offering him his heartiest congratulations on the occasion of his bethrothal. Methinks that the gentleman has delayed too long in breaking the news to his son!

 

[Cinner]

As the beadle of this parish, one of my proud duties is to regularly visit the workhouse to inspect the young women who reside there.

Many need chastisement. It is an ungodly task - the poor have poor skin made rough through hard toil and their rags are not appealing. To ensure I am not offended by their appearance, my better kempt maids will strip and bathe the pauper women to allow me a better inspection....

Very clever!

 

[mickyp123]

Very clever!

Very clever?

Child have you again been amusing yourself before a mirror, you have a gift for describing what you see, alas dear girl do not let such thoughts fill your sweet head