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.
'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
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
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
'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
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.