Author: Frank Southwood

About: “I don't know whether I'm living in Victorian London, or present-day modern London,” was the comment by the young English writer Frank Southwood. The occasion was the official banning of his first novel “Over-Sexed” by the Chief Censor's Office. The fact that his story dealt in very specific terms with certain sex perversions that have only been hinted at in other so-called “liberal sex novels” was no doubt a factor in its strict censorship. Fortunately, copies were bought up by collectors of modern avant-garde erotica and survived in their libraries on the continent.

Although it is difficult to imagine that some of the descriptions described in this forthright novel could occur, far more fantastic perversions are encountered daily in psychiatrists' offices.

Excerpt:

Gradually my mind became inflamed about her and pretty soon she began to notice the way I kept staring at her. This produced a queer atmosphere between us and occasionally when she felt it was safe, as when she had given us an essay and all the others had their heads down, I would look up and catch her eye and for a long moment we would look at each other steadily. Then she would look away and busy herself with something.

In this way I came to know that Prue's information was correct. Miss Lucas seemed to have a crush on me and, for my part I found her increasingly attractive, but she seemed strangely reticent. Unlike Prue who had made the opportunities, Miss Lucas did nothing to bring matters to a head.

I decided it was up to me. She seemed worth winning, and I began to have a suspicion that what Miss Lucas really lacked must be fuck-experience. It seemed incredible for a woman her age to be unable to take the initiative, and I soon began to wonder if she'd ever fucked a man. The idea of her being a virgin at thirty roused me to eager excitement. Prue had told me about virgins and had said that most girls ceased to be virgins sometimes before they left school and the rest not long afterwards. These days a virginity was something to get rid of as soon as its possessor had the chance, but Miss Lucas had that air of breeding and good manners that suggested she came of a good family. I knew she wasn't a native of our village and I had heard a rumor that she had come from Surrey, so that was probably where her people lived.

I chose Friday afternoon, and, half way through the afternoon lesson I caused a diversion by asking Miss Lucas if she knew where I could get a copy of the 'Tale of Two Cities', which we happened to be discussing at the time.

“I have a copy at home that I will be delighted to lend you, Tony. I'm delighted to see that at least one of you is interested in your lessons,” and she smiled at me. I ignored the looks of disgust cast at me, “if you will wait after school, I will get if for you,” then she resumed the lesson.

When the bell rang I remained seated till the classroom was empty but for Miss Lucas and myself. Then I rose and walked towards the desk, where she still sat behind her desk correcting exercise books.

She looked up as I approached, her eyes gazed into mine steadily and gravely, then she put her hands up and removed her glasses, which she slowly folded and laid down, and the difference was amazing. She had large, well spaced, grey eyes with long sweeping lashes and silky, arching eyebrows. She looked five years younger and most awfully pretty, her lips were relaxed and looked full, soft and inviting, and if she wore any make-up at all, it was very sparingly put on. She certainly wore no trace of lip-stick, but hardly needed it, for her mouth was a glowing, smooth pink and her lower lip was slightly drooping, revealing a little of the fresh red flesh inside her mouth and the even rows of her white teeth.

“Tony, why are you looking at me like that?” she asked breathlessly, opening her eyes wider and passing the pink tip of her tongue over her upper lip.

“Oh, Miss Lucas, you look awfully pretty... I've never seen you without your glasses before, why do you wear them...?”

A faint smile struggled at the upcurled corners of her mouth and she seemed pleased by what I ad said.

“I have to, dear boy,” she sighed, “I don't need them, I have perfect sight, but I do look more school-mistressy with them on, don't I?”

“Oh, I see, yes, you do... Why have you taken them off...?”

“I don't think it is safe for us to discuss that here, Tony, I think you had better go on home now and have your tea, then, if you would like to and your parents will let you go out, come along to my cottage. We shall be able to talk more freely there, and I think we do have things to discuss, don't you?”

“Yes Miss,” I said quickly.