Author: Anonymous (pseud).

Full Title: Blind Lust: Being a True Account of the Adventures of M. De Vycabre and Other French Celebrities

About: A young and impressionable French maiden, witness to the finest—and lustiest manifestations of physical passion, now finds herself locked in a loveless marriage. Can there be a worse fate than this for a passionate woman? Surely there must be a way for her to satisfy the longings that now inflame her...

Additional: Seems to date from 1857, but no idea from where.

Excerpt:

'Ah!'—then suddenly—'what an idea! Come, I recollect there is a convenient pavilion near by, you understand me—it is a singular place in which to screen our love, but no one will see us and I can be entirely yours—come!'

The pavilion of which my aunt spoke had been constructed with a foresight of the feebleness of poor humanity and was in the shape of a cottage of two rooms, it was in good order, so that in case of being surprised by a heavy shower, one might take refuge there.

Protected as I was by the high shrubbery, I could approach the place without fear of being seen. I managed this with infinite precautions and arrived behind the pavilion just as Helene and M. de Vycabre entered.

The Count after casting a glance around the grounds to see if they had been watched, shut the door and pushed the bolt on the inside which protected the entrance of this convenient hidey-hole. I looked about for a commodious observatory and it was speedily found.

The boards and tree trunk, badly joined, presented me with a sufficient opening to see plainly. I placed my eyes to it and held my breath, being witness to that which I shall now describe.

Helene hanging on the neck of M. de Vycabre, devoured him with kisses.

'Come, my dear,' she said, 'it was with a very bad grace that I refused you, but fear prevented me. Here at least I feel reassured. And this good Mimi, what a feast I am going to give him! Stay, thinking about it is nothing, how shall we fix ourselves?'

The pavilion was furnished very primitively, in the first apartment was a wooden seat with a large tree trunk and its branches for a back.

'Rest quietly, we will find a suitable position, but first let me look at Biby—it is so long since I examined her that I am convulsed with desire.'

I delivered myself up to strange reflections on hearing this dialogue and on seeing their actions. What were they going to do? I was not long in finding out.

M. de Vycabre going on one knee, lifted up Helene's petticoats and chemise and seemed to fall into ecstasy.

Under a delicate cambric chemise were revealed two legs worthy of Venus and perfectly moulded, clad in silk stockings, fastened above the knee with flame-coloured garters.

Then above these garters, two adorable thighs, white round and firm which joined one another at their summit, under a fleece of black and lustrous hair, the abundance of which astonished me; for whilst watching I thought of the slight nut brown moss which was beginning to show on me and cover the same parts of my body.