Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

“ How could I be ? How ever shall I repay you for giving me that wrinkle about the apple ? ” “ I must really apologise for being indirectly the cause of that old curmudgeon’s insolence.” “ Not a word. I am all gratitude.” “ Only half gratitude, Duchess.” “ ? ” “ Because you have only half the secret.” “ And the other half is ? ” “ Naughty.” “ You darling, tell me at once.” “ Will you kiss me ? ” “ Kiss you — come here — Satan ! ” “ Eve ! ” And his lithe coils rolled over her naked body, his forked tongue slipped beneath the white teeth and its delicate foam maddened her tongue. It touched her tender palate, and withdrew to pene- trate her dainty nostrils. All round her he wrapped his soft green folds and their gentle pressure warmed her blood that shuddered with love to feel him, cold and slimy, embrace her bosom and her lissom thighs. Always his tail penetrated her half- opened fountain and gently tickled the rosy tongue of love, that now grew swollen and stiff with ex- citement. Eve broke into a hot, foul sweat. “ Sa- tan ! I love you ! When Adam kisses me he is so hot and heavy ; he chokes me ! You lift me, you hold me, you — Ah ! ” The tail gave a determined push, and the perspiring woman gasped with pleas- ure. “ My Queen ! ” “ Satan ! ” The amorous snake withdrew his coils from her breast. “ Don’t you love me ? ” “ I will teach you a love your Adam does not dream of ! ” And his head sought the dark home of her desire, while he pressed in her red lips the most tender part of his eager body. She entered into his desires and abandoned herself to the new vice with rapture. Again and again she deluged him with love-drops, and the warm odour of their [88]