I like this excerpt primarily because the author does an impressive job of really beating a military/battle analogy to death.

Needless to say, Victorian Porn Fridays are NSFW. (Sometimes Victorian porn is also NSFL, just sayin’. Victorians didn’t seem to have much of a problem with incest and ephebophilia and other things like that.) Victorian Porn Fridays are only for those over the age of 18, as the content is explicit. Clicking to read more constitutes agreement that you are over the age of 18 and sexually explicit material is legal in your area.

This excerpt is from “Laura Middleton: Her Brother and Her Lover” published by Anonymous. Published in 1890.

On going to my room to dress for dinner, I found a servant-girl engaged in making some of the arrangements which the change of apartments had necessitated. On my entrance she was going to leave the room, but seeing that she was a very nice-looking young girl, I said she need not run away in such a hurry, that surely she was not afraid of me. She gave me an arch look as if taking the measure of my capacities, and replied with a smile that she did not think she need be afraid of such a nice-looking young gentleman. This I thought was a fair challenge, and it induced me to take a better look at her. I found she was a very well made country girl of about nineteen, with some very promising points about her. I therefore kept her in conversation for a short time, while I went on with my washing operation. Finding she was in no hurry to leave me, I went up to her as she was engaged in putting the bed in order and snatched a few kisses. I then commenced playing with her bubbles and taking some further liberties with her. As my proceedings met with very little resistance, beyond a few exclamations of “Oh for shame, I did not expect such conduct from you,” I proceeded with my researches and without much difficulty I succeeded in raising her petticoats and getting possession of her stronghold. On insinuating my finger within it, I found it to be tighter and even more inviting than I had anticipated.

She soon became excited with my caresses and the titillation which my finger kept up without her fortress, and I succeeded in laying her upon the bed and throwing up her clothes so as to disclose it fairly to my view. I found a fine, fresh, white belly and a pair of plump, handsome thighs with a very pretty little opening tolerably well shaded with light brown hair. Altogether it was a very desirable prospect, and I thought that failing anything better I might manage to find a good deal of enjoyment in her charms. Slipping off my trousers, therefore, I jumped up beside her on the bed, and throwing my arms round her, I got upon her and attempted to introduce myself into the fortress. But here I found greater resistance than I had anticipated from her previous conduct.

I had observed, however, the effect my caresses had produced on her senses. I thought the best plan would be to endeavour to excite them still more. So, insinuating the finger of one hand again into the critical spot, and with the other drawing my shirt over my head so as to leave myself entirely naked, I raised myself on my knees beside her, exhibiting my standard fully erected, flaming fiercely before her eyes. While continuing to excite her by the movements of my finger, I said I was sure she would not be cruel enough to refuse me, but would take pity upon the little suppliant that was begging so hard for admittance. Taking hold of her hand I placed it upon the stiff object and made her grasp it as it throbbed and beat with the excitement under which I was labouring. Her eyes were fixed upon the lovely object thus exposed to her gaze, and I could easily see from the flushing of her face and the sparkling of her eyes what a powerful impression I had made upon her.

All she said was, “Oh, but if John should know of it.”

I immediately replied, “But why should John know anything about it? You don’t suppose I am such a mean wretch as to tell anybody of what we may do, and if you only keep your own secrets no one need ever know anything about it.

“But perhaps,” I continued, “you think this little gentleman,” and I shoved the furious member backwards and forwards two or three times in her hand as she still continued to grasp it, “is not so big as John’s and won’t give you so much pleasure, but only let me try and I shall do all I can to pleasure you.”
“Oh no, it is not that,” said she hastily, squeezing the little object convulsively in her grasp, and as I bent down to kiss her, she whispered, “I can’t resist you any longer, but you must bolt the door, and if anybody comes I can get away through Miss Laura’s room. She won’t tell anything; I can easily make her keep quiet.”

This speech not a little astonished me, for from what I knew of Laura I thought she was the last person in the world to make a confidante of her waiting-maid. But I was aware that this was not the moment to expect any explanation, so I jumped out of bed, bolted the door, and speedily returned to the charge, when I found that the opposing party had given up all idea of defence and was quite ready to meet my advances. Stretching herself out in the most favourable position, she allowed me again to mount upon her and, taking hold of the instrument of love, she herself guided it to the proper quarter.

To my surprise, however, the entrance was much more difficult than I had expected and I soon found that I had overrated Master John’s capacities and that the fortress, though not a maiden one, had not previously been entered by so large a besieging force. With some little exertion on my part, aided by every means in her power, though she winced a good deal at the pain I put her to, I at length succeeded in effecting my object and penetrated to a depth which from her exclamation of delight when she found me fairly imbedded within her, and from certain other symptoms, I felt certain had never been reached previously. Once fairly established within my new quarter we mutually exerted our utmost endeavours to gratify each other as well as ourselves, and the result of our efforts soon led, much to the satisfaction of both parties, in the temporary subjugation of both the contending forces. Gratified by finding that the issue had been much more satisfactory than I had expected, and not having had an opportunity for some time previously of indulging myself so agreeably, I, much to her surprise and joy, retained possession of the stronghold with my forces so slightly weakened by their late defeat as to give immediate promise of a renewed attack.

A number of people have commented on how Victorian porn is surprisingly normal. The truth is that people are people, whether in the 1800′s or the 2000′s, and fucking is fucking. But there were certain subjects which were much more commonly found in Victorian porn than are considered acceptable today (save for a small niche that’s into that particular kink). One of these subjects is incest, and the selection today should be enough to fill your Incest-O-Meter for the next week or so. (And it isn’t by any means the most incestuous scene I’ve come across in Victorian porn. This excerpt is fairly “normal” Victorian incest, relatively speaking.) Enjoy, and if this sets you to Frigging, try not to injure your Prick or Fanny!

Needless to say, Victorian Porn Fridays are NSFW. (Sometimes Victorian porn is also NSFL, just sayin’. Victorians didn’t seem to have much of a problem with incest and ephebophilia and other things like that.) Victorian Porn Fridays are only for those over the age of 18, as the content is explicit. Clicking to read more constitutes agreement that you are over the age of 18 and sexually explicit material is legal in your area.

This excerpt is from “Forbidden fruit luscious and exciting story and More forbidden fruit or Master Percy’s progress in and beyond the domestic circle” (it’s a brilliant name, isn’t it?) published by Anonymous. Published in 1898.

“Mary dear, do you think Mamma is fond of Fucking, and does Papa do enough for her? What do you think?”

“I don’t believe one single man would satisfy you Mother or you aunt; I will tell you a great secret of something I once saw, which so upset me at the time, that I rally think if a nice young man had been there, my maidenhead would never have been left for you.”

The summer before last, you will remember Capt. Devereux your uncle, and who of course is brother to both your mother and your aunt, stayed here for a week, before he went to India, where he is now; he tried to be very familiar with me, but I was too shy and ran away when he tried to give me a kiss.
You know your mother’s boudoir is only separated from this room by the big closet between, which is used for hanging up dresses, as that is so much better than having them folded. You know what a roomy place it is, with a long row of pegs on one side, and the big linen press at the end; besides the door into the corridor, there is one into the boudoir, half glass covered with a pink silk blind.

Well, one day I was in there taking out the dresses, to keep them free of moth when I heard the key turned in the lock of the door into the corridor, and your mother’s voice: “No one can go in there now, and we can’t be disturbed,” as the Captain and his two sisters entered the boudoir. I don’t know why I didn’t knock to be let out at once, but when I thought of doing so, I heard the Captain’s voice:–I suppose, Selina, you must be first. I want a Fuck awfully bad; we’ve got the whole morning to ourselves, so there is plenty of time for Gert; and my dear sisters, how we shall miss each other when I can never visit you. It’s an awful bore being sent out to India, but I suppose there will be game amongst the officers’ wives and daughters; our Colonel takes out all his family and has two or three fizzing girls who will soon ripen in the Indian sun.

“Oh, Horace,” exclaimed your Mother. “I never had such a fucker as you, and you taught me and Gert all we know in the Art of Love. Come to my arms, my brother, the more wicked it is to be Fucked by you, the more piquant is our enjoyment:–Take it out, Gert, and put it into me, I will do as much for you presently, and lick him up too, if I make him too limp.”

You may be sure I could not resist a peep, and at once thought of Solomon’s proverb about the “Wonderful way of a man with a Maid,” and now was a chance to learn something. So kneeling behind the glass door, I slipped a little corner of the blind aside and what did I see? Your own Mother leaning forward over the scroll end of the couch, with her dress and skirts all turned up over her back; she had on black silk knickers trimmed with a golden fringe, and light pink silk chemise and stockings; the Captain was opening her drawers and putting the tail of the chemise aside, whilst your aunt was busy unbuttoning his trousers and taking out “Oh, such a big beautiful Prick,” quite nine or ten inches long, which she presented to your Mother’s bottom, and I really thought he was going to push it into the wrong place, but his sister directed it lower down, and I could just see the lovely fleshy lips of your Mother’s Cunt, as it fairly sucked him in, she pushing out her bottom in the rudest possible way, to meet his advance.

His shaft was as white as ivory ornamented at its base by reddish brown hair, and as his hands took a firm grip of her buttocks, drawing them towards him every time he pushed home, and I could see each movement, it was a sight to impress a girl like myself, who had never yet surrendered to a man. Ravishing indeed to watch the amorous play of your Mother’s splendid Cunt, as he worked in and out, withdrawing till he nearly exposed the inflamed head of his Prick, then plunging in again to her apparent delight.

The black silk showing off the white skin to perfection, but what impressed me most as I watched the piston-like action of the Captain’s affair, was to see how the fleshy lips of her Fanny clung to it each time it withdrew. I could hear quite an audible sucking sound, and those lips gradually deepened in colour from their original fleshy tint, till at the apex of excitement they were quite a splendid vermilion hue; then came the emission, which must have been copious as it spurted out in thick creamy and frothy jets, as he continued to work on.

“Horace–Horace–let me have it, balls and all–spunk into me now!” your Mother almost shrieked in her frenzy.

“Now! Now! Selina, I’m coming–I’m bursting my love–Oh, Gert, work your fingers well,” was his response, whilst your aunt was doing all she could to increase his ardour by working her lingers in his bottom-hole.

I was almost frantic myself at such a sight. My hand could not but seek my own gap, and quite unconsciously rubbed and frigged myself, whilst I feel sure my eyes must have been starting from their sockets, so intensely was I fascinated by the incestuous scene enacted before me. Within a few minutes they ran another course, and came again with cries of pleasures and bawdy expressions.

The Captain now withdrew, his machine hanging down looked quite crestfallen and limp, covered with glistening spend which dripped off on to the floor; your Mother retained her position, as if too tired to get up, when to my surprise your aunt Gert, proceeded to kiss and suck her sister’s reeking Cunt which was still all of a quiver, those now vermilion lips twitching as if still anxious for more.

Pushing the thighs as wide apart as possible, your aunt buried her face between those luxurious buttocks, and seemed eager to secure every drop of the precious elixir that was slowly oozing out. “Oh, how lovely!” your mother said, with a sigh of pleasure; “Come to me Horace, let me revive the drooping courage of your glorious Prick; whose lips but mine ought to raise it again for dear Gert? What intense felicity you gave me, my dear?” as he placed himself kneeling on the couch so as to bring his affair into position for her to take it into her mouth, which she did with great avidity, her hands gently holding back the foreskin and caressing his hairy balls, as first giving a good suck in her mouth she proceeded to titillate the little orifice in its head with the tip of her velvety tongue. The effect was marvellous to me. The before limp affair almost jumped into life again by a series of jerks till it stood even more proudly than ever. How she fondled that resuscitated Cock and handled his balls till his eyes started with lust, and his bottom wriggled as if he would soon be brought to the spending point again.
“No, no, I won’t make you come Horace. Let Gert have her due, she’s a dear girl, and never jealous of me, are you Gert? So I let her be as much Fred’s wife as I am, and we three have some rare razzle-dazzles, I can tell you, same as we do with you.”

Selina, your Mother, now made Gert lay on her back on the couch, and inserting her brother’s Prick in the beautiful Cunt you know so well, “There, dears, go on and I will do all I cam to add to your pleasure;” saying which, she pulled Horace’s trousers down to his heels, and turning his shirt tail well up, handled his balls from behind for a few moments:
“Ah, you Fucker,” she exclaimed, “you like Gert better than me, but no matter–there–there–there–there–go on and Fuck her. Spend into her!” giving four tremendous slaps with her hand, which made him fairly wince.

Then as if suddenly remembering something, she opened a long box ottoman, and took out a bunch of birch twigs, elegantly tied up with ribbons, with which she proceeded to attack his firm looking fleshy rump.

“Lay on Selina, don’t spare me, drive me well,” said the Captain. “That’s just what is wanted.”

This excited my imagination to the utmost; how could a whipping add to his enjoyment. Selina did not keep me waiting long, she touched him up smartly, giving light stinging strokes, at least I feel certain they must have been stingers, to judge from the lovely rosy tint she soon raised on those firm white buttocks of his, which gradually quivered more and more as he worked rapidly in your aunt’s pretty Cunt; I could see his white shaft almost withdrawn, to be plunged in again with ever increasing verve. The more Selina whipped and made his bottom smart the more furiously he Fucked her.

Presently your Mother shifted her position, so as to cut towards the division of his bottom, and make the tips of the pliant birch even reach the jewel bag, which was about to shoot its balm of love into her sister.

Gert was almost mad with lust; she fairly squealed: “Fuck faster, you dear brother, let me feel it well up at every stroke–Oh, I must come now, Eeecch?–what a gust–what a man to poke–my love, I’m spending–oh, Heavens–How delicious!”

After a short rest, laying soaking his tool in that flood of mixed love juice, he was going to withdraw, but Selina interposed.

“Gee up–Gee up–you haven’t half done your duty yet, Sir; hold him tight, Gert, and I’ll soon make him start and keep up to it properly.”

Your aunt clasped him tightly in her arms, renewing her kisses on his lips, darting her tongue into his mouth; then finding he returned her kisses and did not attempt to get away, one hand stole down to his now languid Prick, and began to Frig it, keeping the head still within the lips of her inflamed Cunt, whilst your Mother began to lecture him.

“So, Sir, you don’t want to go on Fucking my sister, when you owe her so much pleasure, but I’ll see you don’t defraud her of what is fairly due;–will you move Sir, or, must I scalp your bottom, for you, eh?”

“You’re used up and languid, are you? I believe you will go to sleep on the top of Gert–there–there–move will you!” giving a couple of very vicious cuts, which left a lot of long fiery marks across his bottom.

“Oh, Selina don’t, you hurt so, let me rest a minute or two.”

“No, Sir, no; got on this minute. Gert, take that thing out of you, and show me how it is–what a limp, lazy, done-up looking thing;” as the Captain, raising himself a little off Gert, gave a chance to your Mother, who at once smartly switched her birch about the ruddy head of Mr. Coocks, as your aunt exposed with the foreskin drawn back.

“Ah-r-r-r-re, Oh! I can’t stand that Selina; you are cruel.”

“Cruel–then put it back into Gert’s Cunt, and I will whip your backside well, till you do Fuck her properly, Sir.”

Saying which, she pressed him down on her sister, who put the smarting head into her nest to soothe it and your Mother keeping her left hand on the middle of his back, went on whisking the twigs in every direction across his buttocks, till the red smacks showed all over the surface, and little drops of blood oozed from the excoriated skim; I could see he winced under her severity, but his Prick swelled visibly at every stroke, and Gert heaved up to meet each thrust, as he plunged on with erotic fury, throwing her pretty stockinged legs over his loins, giving me a splendid view of her luscious Cunt as the vermilion lips clung round the white shaft of his tool; there seemed to be such a lot of sperm mixed up in her vagina that in spite of the sound of the birching which your Mother kept up regardless, of which bottom had the benefit of it, I could hear sloppy noise each time his affair plunged up to the hilt in that well lubricated receptacle, the frothy creamy looking spend hanging in patches about the hair which embellished their parts, running over his balls, and trickling in quite a rill between the parting of her thighs.

At length Selina dropped the rod, and kneeling behind them used both her hands to tickle his balls and Frig his Prick, holding back the foreskin in a way that must have been almost painful as she seemed to drag it backwards, then suddenly letting his Prick go as she felt the crisis coming, rammed a couple of her well oiled fingers up his bottom-hole and Frigged him there, exclaiming: “Horace, well done, I felt the bursting throb. Wasn’t it splendid Gert, dear?”

I’d stopped posting new Victorian Porn Fridays since I wasn’t getting much response. But now I’ve been receiving emails and comments asking for new ones, so I promise I’ll find some time within the next few weeks to post another. I wouldn’t want to deprive anyone of all that quim-wetting goodness (or, if you are of the penis-endowed variety, that John Thomas-thickening goodness). In the meantime, please enjoy the archives; they’re all tagged appropriately.

Ah, good old Victorian porn. Everybody loves a pervert, and they did do perversion so very elegantly!

Some romances break your heart and some dismember and disembowel you, this anthology deals with the latter, both metaphorically and literally. From Jeanette Grey’s looping car crash in ‘Bleeding Red‘ to the blithe decapitation of Chris Guthrie’s ‘Three Days In Summer‘, the collection is a literate homage to all the ways in which we delight in our own destruction and that of those we love.
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I once tried to describe the difference between porn and erotica by explaining that porn carves away all extraneous matter and leaves the sex whereas erotica should reflect an entire life, seen through an erotic lens. ‘Bad Romance’ does exactly that, no matter how explicit or raw or violent. It tells the story of the how and the why, not just the what.
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I think the biggest compliment I can offer this collection is: I seldom care if or where I’m published. This is the only anthology I’ve ever read in which I would have given several digits of my right hand to be included.

I do hope Freaky Fountain Press survive and thrive. Because I honestly believe that the future of erotica as a legitimate genre is in the hands of editors and publishers of their ilk.

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Part 1: Leary and Wolfe talk about the conception of FFP, Chigurh, hybristophilia, and reeducating Team Edward to embrace a darker, sexier side of Stockholm Syndrome!

Part 2: Leary and Wolfe talk Faulkner, fetishes, and how horrific erotica can empower women readers.

Part 3: The finale of our interview lets you fellow writers know what FFP is looking for!

Introducing… Freaky Fountain Press!

After much discussion, another writer and I have launched our own publishing company. It’s called Freaky Fountain Press. All the footwork has been completed: we’re registered with the Canadian government as a publishing company, our website’s up and running, we’ve got a logo we love (hi, Jenny!), and the Calls for Submissions for our first two anthologies have been posted to various places on the interwebs.

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