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A DREAM
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ILLUSTRATED FROM LIFE
BY
HOWARD LONGFELLOW
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TOBASCO PUBLISHING CO.
HAVANA, CUBA
^^ t the time of my twentieth birthday a very sad
thing happened, my father died. His will read and
executed made me comfortably fixed for the rest
of my life.
I decided to go east and look that part of the
country over, and summarily took up my abode at
an apartment hotel in Baltimore. I did not expect
to stay there long, but an adventure plus inter-
national complications changed my plans. I was
there only about four days when wishing to make
some purchases, I went to one of the department
st< res and was attended there by a beautiful girl,
whjse acquaintance I at once endeavored to gain.
She seemed agreeable to these plans and after see-
ing her every day for the next week, she invited
me to her home to meet her mother.
A description of this beautiful girl would here be
in order; she was above average height and of
slender build. Her skin of very smooth, clear tex-
ture and dark with that beauty which comes with
the natives and descendants of Southern Europe.
Her eyes large and sparkling, and so dark brown
that at times they appeared black; her lips were
full and red, not needing any artificial coloring;
teeth white and even and glistening like an ad-
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vertisement for any dentifrice.
Through her clothes her outline struck one, as
with all of her lithe build her bodily contours were
perfect, small, well moulded breasts, hips not too
large but still very noticeable, hands and feet were
so small and well shaped they looked as though
they belonged to a child.
The mots wonderful feature of this wonderful
girl was her hair; blue black masses of thick coils
piled on her a crown that I know any woman would
envy, and with an odor that was enchanting. I was
overcome by these luxuriant masses of hair from
my first sight of them.
Her invitation was readily accepted and arriving
at a modest dwelling in a good neighborhood, was
welcomed by her mother; as the evening progressed
I learned that these two ladies were the last of a
proud Spanish family, whose ancestors were among
America's earliest settlers.
I failed to give you th ename of my new heroine,
it was Isabella Gomez.
After a very enjoyable evening, as I was about
to leave, Isabella asked me in the presence of her
mother if I would like to spend the night in her
bed with her.
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I was taken aback, and thought surely she was
jesting, making such a proposition within earshot
of her mother. Her mother however turned to me
and told me it was criminally cruel and unjust to
keep a girl from a young man if she loves him,
and that if she did not sanction it Isabella might
just pick up with anyone and no telling what might
happen to her.
I was surprised at this, but readily agreed to
share the couch of so luscious a beauty.
We retired to the bed chamber and it was not
long before we were both undressed and I was
fondling the charms of this vivacious beauty. I was
more entranced by her bared loveliness, her breasts
stood out like twin mountains, tipped by volup-
tiously cherry red nippels, her motte was of the
blackest I have ever seen and as she moved or
walked the red lining of the lips hidden by her hair
would peer through.
As we lay on the bed I could not restrain myself
but plunged my face between her thighs to taste
the sweet nectar secreted there. I licked at her
vulva hungrily and as she parte dher thighs she
let out little gasps of sensual delight.
Her undulating motions soon warned me her
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warm nature was receiving a maximum of pleasure
and I continued with only one thought in my mind,
to drink into my heart the very essence of her
soul.
She was not long in rewarding my efforts, for
with a convulsive shudder she filled my mouth and
spattered my face with her delicious, creamy offer-
ing. I drained every drop from her and as I arose,
she held me to her and begged me to stab her to
the heart with my spear of love.
I let her guide me to her sheath and was soon
riding with wild transports of delightful, satisfy-
ing delirium, the crest of her wave of joy. All too
quick I reached my crisis and as I poured my soul
into her waiting womb she was again raining her
tribute to me.
When finshed, she fell on my cock and greedily
licked it clean of our mutual juices which clung
to it, and I lost no time in sucking from her the
deposit I had just made.
I was in a heaven of delight in the possession of
this salacious creature, and one stormy bout fol-
lowed another until totally exhausted we fell asleep
in the embrace of the other.
I was awakene dnext morning by feeling her
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lascivious lips encircling the head of my again ram-
pant tool. I made no move and as she sucked and
tongued me until nature exerted itself and I gorged
her mouth and throat with the seething essence of
my very soul, not a drop did she waste and only
when she could get no more did she stop.
Smilingly she asked me if I liked it, my only an-
swer was fiery hot kisses on every part of her I
could reach. After again drinking from her mossy
fount to her great satisfaction, we arose and dressed.
As we entered the room for breakfast, her mother
plied us with questions and Isabella described in
detail all we did. She seemed pleased at the report
her daughter made, and affectionately kissed me and
thanked me for bringing so much happiness into
her young life.
These people puzzled me and one evening I asked
Isabella's mother to assume us with a tale, per-
haps of her own life. She readily agreed to tell us
at a later time but not now; she would rather I
heard Isabella's story of her life up to the present,
adding that she always was intrigued by other
peoples' narratives rather than her own.
Isabella answered that she had heard a dozen
times in the last year and could not see why she
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wanted to listen to it all again. Her mother an-
swered that her story was so romantic, while her
own was just ordinary and drab, after another ten
minutes of arguing Isabella finally consented to
tell us of her adventures in the realm of Venus and
as we settled back comfortably she started.
"I was educated in a convent, as has always been
the custom of our family for centuries; at my
fourteenth birth, I was packed up and taken aboard
a liner in New York and started for Spain.
"I was alone with a first class ticket and state
room; after three days the trip was becoming very
monotonous; knowing no one and having no one
to speak to, I was at my wits end to find something
to do. Had I been a few years older or even had
been older looking than I was, I would have had
no trouble as to lonliness.
"Everyone was pleasant but that was all; I went
to the library to get a book and as I went to the
desk I collided with a man of perhaps forty-five
years of age. He humbled himself to me for the
accident and guessing why I was there offered to
help me make a selection. We talked of books and
writers and when he selected a book from the shelf
and offered it to me he said, he had heard it was
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rather good and recommended it to me.
"I told him I had not read it and noting the au-
thor's name told him I had never read anything by
him, though I heard that he wrote very good books;
the one I had in my hand I remember was one of
the year's best sellers. I decided to take it and as
I left he told me he would meet there the next day
and get my opinion of it.
"The next day I was back there and as I entered
he came forward to me, I thanked him for his se-
lection for me and told him I thought the story
was very good, he smilingly thanked me in turn.
"I then laughingly told him I supposed we would
have to be introduced to carry on an acquaintance
and told him my name. He complimented me my
parents taste in naming me Isabella, for it was on
a little research of another by that name that was
taking him to Spain. He then told me he was Ger-
ald Matthews.
" 'Not the writer, whose book I just finished?' I
asked.
" 'Yes, I am he, bu tplease don't think me vain
for asking you to read my feeble efforts to amuse
the public, but I do think the book you just finished
is my best effort.'
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"I told him I was flattered, to meet such a celreb-
rity and hoped to see more of him on the trip if
he could spare me a little of his valuable time.
"After a bit more of books, he invited me to his
stateroom as he had quite a collection with him
of his favorites and they were all at my disposal.
I accepted readily and soon arm in arm we were
walking along the deck, to a new adventure for me.
"Arriving at his room he opened one of his
trunks and there were about fifty books of all de-
scriptions in it. He took out a secret lining on the
cover andl exposed severay more, informing me
that these were forbidden in the States and there-
fore he had to keep them hidden.
"I never knew of books that were forbidden and
was anxious to look at them but restrained myself
to look at several others he had. He then excused
himself and told me to make myself at home as he
was going into the other room and lie down. As he
left and closed the door, I took one of the forbidden
volumes and found it to be an illustrated copy of
'A Night in a Moorish Harem.' I was surprised at
what I saw, all the pictures depicted men and women
nude and in various poses of sexual enjoyment.
"I was no prude and a year before this mother
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told me what to expect of life, but here coming on
it so suddenly and unexpectedly I was surprised and
fascinated.
"My host well knew what a woman or girl would
do with anything labeled 'forbidden,' I at once sat
down and started to read it. It was not long and in
an hour I had finished it, but not without stirring
my senses and arousing feelings I never knew I
could experience.
"The book left its full mark on me and I was
in a satte of longing for the things I had read of.
"I again sought out the illustrations, and feasted
my eyes on the lascivious posiitions represented by
the pictures. 1 was in a turmoil of desire but in-
experenced to such a degree that I did not know
that my fingers could give me relief.
"As I laid the book back in its place I heard Ger-
ald stirring in his bed room and soon the door
opened and he walked in. He asked me pleasantly
if I was enjoying myself and asked me what I had
head. I pointed to a volume of Dumas. He smilingly
told me that he never failed to read at least a chap-
ter of Dumas every day.
"He then told me that he would instruct the
steward to allow me admittance to his rooms at
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any time. I thanked him for this kind offer and arose
to go, as I did so he took my hand and kissed it,
told me to make his cabin my home, and if he was
not there I knew where the books were I had but
to take them.
"I left thanking hi magain and arriving at my
own cabin, found relief for my feelings only after
I had taken a cold bath.
"The next afternoon again found me in his cabin
and as he apparently was not in, I was admitted
by the steward. I locked the door and never thought
to look into the bedroom to see if he was in. I drew
up a chair to the trunk of books and again I had
one of the forbidden works in my hand. This book
was a fully illustrated volumne on every type of
sex gratification, not only were there pictures of
men and women in every form of pleasure but also
both sexes alone frigging themselves. Men with
animals, women with animals, women with each
other, men with each other and with each picture
was a full written explanation of what they were
doing and the pleasure derived from the act in
which they were engaged; it was the most lascivious
collection of pictures I believe it is possible to col-
lect.
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"I had only seen about half of these pictures
when I became so purient that I could no longer
go on without touching my poor cunt. I had on only
a light dress and open drawers. Of course I had
discarded a coat as I entered the room; I raised
my dress and my hand was soon at my hot, wet
parts. I was somewhat soothed by the feeling of my
fingers gently rubbing the lips. I then searched for
the picture that I had noticed, of a young girl frig-
ging herself with both hands. I assumed the same
position she did, that is, my feet were raised and
resting on the trunk, my skirts high about my
waist and as the fingers of the left hand were fond-
ling my clitoris my middle finger of the right was
sliding in and out of my vagina.
"I was deriving a great satisfaction from my op-
erations when the bedroom door opened and in
walked Gerald. I was struck dumb at his entry, and
he immediately assured me, that he would help
rather than anything else.
"I was just at the point of emmission and did not
care what he did to me; he knelt before me and
raising one of my legs over each of his shoulders,
he put his lips to my cunt and kissed it warmly; at
regular intervals he would slip his tongue into me,
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to my great delight. His searching tongue soon
found my throbbing clitoris, and I thought the world
had come to an end. I was in a maelstrom of happi-
ness, I moved my loins and tried to meet the darts
of his caressing tongue but it seemed all to no
avail. I was overcome by a madness of heat and
passion. The blood throbbed in my ears, my throat
parched and in the next moment the dam of my
being gave way and I was floating in a sea of mad
lascivious delight, as I poured the torrents of my
love" into his waiting lips.
"He did not stop and only after I had again gone
through the frenzied exertion of another spasm of
joyful chaos accompanied by my liquid sacrififice
did he offer any respite to his lingual charge of my
vagina.
"He got to his feet and kissed me gently and go-
ing to a locker produced a bottle of champaigne
and after I had taken and emptied two lgasses of
this potent wine, I felt greatly refreshed.
"He invited me into his bedroom and told me
that if I cared for more pleasure to remove my
clothes, I without hesitation did so, as there still
seemed to be something left undone in my cunt to
complete my entire satisfaction. I stood before him
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in only my chemise which I must say was as good
as nothing as it was so thin that every part of me
was plainly visible through it. He took off his robe
and I was surprsed that he had on nothing under
it.
"Iwas amazed at the sight of his virile tool, there
it stood in all of its glory, pointing up to his navel,
fully ten inches long and as large as my wrist. He
asked me to take this weapon in my hands; I did
so and was thrilled by its heat and iron hardness.
I pulled back the skin that covered its red crest
and was astounded at the shape of the knob at the
end.
"We then sat on the bed side by side, he raised
my only covering baring my cunt. After inserting
a searching finger once or twice we lay back and
as we did so he raised my chemise above my breasts;
these two glands were standing out, hard at the
nipples. He was not long in taking one and then the
other into his mouth and sucking them in such a
way that he soon again had me in the same condi-
tion that I was in a half hour before.
"A very little of this play nad the fingerings on
his instrument soon had him opening my thighs and
crawling between them. He asked me to direct his
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bludgeon to my cleft. I begged hib to be gentlt with
me as I had never had done anything like this be-
fore. He promised anything and as I felt the head
of that machine at my lips his loins worked forward
and slipped it in.
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