Victorian Porn

From xyclopedia - the history of pornography and sexual expression

By the Victorian era, sexually explicit fiction had developed into a literary genre increasingly defined by its illegality. The Lustful Turk fulfills all of Kutchinsky's earlier commentary. First published in 1828, the novel is based upon a series of letters written by the heroine, Emily Barlow, to her friend Sylvia Carey. While traveling by ship to India, Emily are captured by pirates. The Dey of Algiers takes her virginity:

I quickly felt his finger again introducing the head of that terrible engine I had before felt, and which now felt like a pillar of ivory entering me… My petitions, supplications and tears were of no use. I was on the altar, and, butcherlike, he was determined to complete the sacrifice; indeed, my cries seemed only to excite him to the finishing of my ruin, and sucking my lips and breasts with fury, he unrelentingly rooted up all obstacles my virginity offered, tearing and cutting me to pieces, until the whole of his terrible shaft was buried within me. I could bear the dreadful torment no longer, but uttering a piercing shriek sunk insensible in the arms of my cruel ravisher.

Emily quickly recovers to fall in love with her rapist:

Never shall I forget the delicious transports that followed the stiff insertion; and then, ah me!, by what thrilling degrees did he, by his luxurious movements, fiery kisses, and strange touches of his hand to the most crimson parts of my body, reduce me to a voluptuous state of sensibility. I blush to say so powerfully did his ravishing instrument stir up nature within me, that by mere instinct I returned him kiss for kiss, responsively meeting his fierce thrusts, until the fury of the pleasure and ravishment became so overpowering that, unable to support the excitement I so luxuriously felt, I fainted in his arms with pleasure.

Writes Porn Gold: "Fifty years later, all pretence at literature (and the need for women to faint) had disappeared."

The Romance of Lust appeared in the 1870s:

The Count had fucked the Egerton while we were engaged above the divine Frankland. Our first pose was suggested by the Egerton, who had been as yet less fucked than any. She had been also greatly taken with the glories of the Frankland's superb body, and especially struck with her extraordinary clitoris, and had taken the curious lech of wishing to have it in her bottomhole while riding St George on my big prick. We all laughed at her odd choice, but agreed at once, especially the Frankland, whose greatest lech was to fuck very fair young women with her long and capable clitoris.