The Yellow Room

John Amos Comenius. Orbis Sensualium Pictus: A Facsimile (1659 / 1968): 90.

Wed, July 3, 188*. – … Uncle said something to Maud, who whispered to me that I was to go with her. As soon as we got into the hall, she told me I was to be taken to the yellow room and that I was a goose. I asked her why; she only laughed. Arrived there, she said she was very sorry, but must obey orders. She then strapped my hands firmly behind my back. My struggles were useless in the end, but kept her so long that she said, ‘I shall take care that you shall have an extra half-dozen for this.’ I could not think what she meant. [*]

It got darker, and still no one came. The yellow room was in an out-of-the-way wing, and I heard the tower clock strike ten. My hands behind me began to hurt, and I began to lose my temper. I wondered how long I was to be kept there, and then who had the right to keep me; and supposed it was called the yellow room because the curtains of the windows, the valances, and the bed-curtains were all yellow damask, and then I wondered what the ottoman, such an enormous one, was doing here, in company with a heavy oak table, a bar swinging from the ceiling, and – what with vexation and impatience I went to sleep.

I was awakened about half-past eleven by carriages driving off. It was pitch dark and the curtains had been drawn. I know it was about half-past eleven because about half-an-hour later midnight struck. There was a footstep in the corridor, and uncle came in. He said: ‘I am extremely surprised at your insubordination, miss, for which I am about to punish you.’ What followed I cannot write. …

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Masturbation


Let’s start with masturbation.
This simply means the act of achieving sensuous gratification from artificial stimulation of the sex organs.

Is this a strictly male affair, or does it involve females as well?
The part of major sensitivity in the female is a little organ called the clitoris. This is located just above the vaginal entrance. It can be stimulated by hand to produce an orgasm. Innumerable methods have been used by young women over the years.

Now for the King-sized question. Is this form of activity harmful in any way?
Older views claimed serious mental and physical disasters awaited anyone practising the habit. The current thought is to entirely debunk the older authors and critics, and entirely sweep away their depressing beliefs. Nevertheless, a great many thinking persons today still do not condone the practice. The fact remains, it is unnatural. This cannot be denied.

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Still reaching behind her to frig Henry, the girl let down her riding jeans.
“This is how you like to see girls, isn’t it, Henry?”

Alice seated herself – the straw seat of the chair pricking her bottom – resolved, however, to brazen out her nakedness, and wrote with a trembling hand:
“I pea’d like a mare before my uncle; I pea’d like a mare before my uncle; I pea’d like a mare before my uncle.”

Miss Jolly took three small balls, the size of blackbirds’ eggs, moistened them, and took them one by one into her mouth. Then, bow¬ing her head, she slid them on her tongue high up into Sue’s cunt.

“So you did, Alice,” said he, “so you did,” sitting bolt upright, “pea like a mare before me, and here is, I see,” turning over a page or two, “your own signature to the confession.”

Now Miss Jolly began in earnest. With one hand she manipulated Sue’s sensitive cunt lips and clitoris. With the other she moved the cigar tube in a gentle in-and-out movement in Sue’s bottom.

“Oh, yes, Car’! Oh, yes!” He was pouting kisses between the rear opening of her thighs, nuzzling Miss Jolly’s tight little cunt. He kissed her backside, tongued her cleft from the base of her spine until he was nibbling her clitoris.

Sue responded with wild, rising cries of joy. In a delirium she screamed the names of her lovers, as if calling them to witness her triumph.

At last, excited beyond his selfcontrol, gazing through his half¬closed lids at the splendid form of his niece at his feet – her bare back and shoulders – the breast which, sloping downwards from her position, he yet could see – her bare arms – the hands twiddling …

Henry’s head went back with a wild cry, his strong young prick spurted with such vigour that its thick streams spattered Miss Jolly’s bum-cheeks and the rear of her slim thighs …

Sue’s mouth opened, drawing in the almond-eyed girl’s tongue …
dear, pretty, cruel, ivory teeth …
the slim wands curled and clung to her rear cheeks …
her head went back, her eyes rolled …
with a positive howl of delight …
her suffering changed into a transport of …

“Dirty wretch!” she yelled, scrambling up and snatching a handful of grass to wipe away the trickling passion.

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Since Ishtar went to hell
the bull won’t mount the cow
the ass won’t service the jenny
the man won’t love the virgin
the man lies in his own room
the virgin on her side

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[Extracts from The Amorous Memoirs of Capt. Charles De Vane (NY: Grove Press, 1982); Suburban Souls: The Erotic Psychology of a Man and a Maid (NY: Grove Press, 1979); Dr John F. Knight, Everything a Teenage Girl Should Know (Victoria: Signs Publishing, 1971); Poems of Heaven and Hell from Ancient Mesopotamia, trans. N. K. Sandars (Penguin, 1971)].

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Notes:

[*] I think I can.

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Jack Ross, ed.: brief 27 (2003)


[31/8-1/9/01 & 1-5/6/03]

[936 words]

[Published in brief 27 (2003): 94-96;
Monkey Miss Her Now (Auckland: Danger Publishing, 2004): 97-100.]

Jack Ross: Monkey Miss Her Now (2004)

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