burton--1001-nights--sample

toying, biting, handling, groping, fingering; whilst one thrust a dainty
morsel in his mouth, and another slapped him; and this cuffed his
cheeks, and that threw sweet flowers at him; and he was in the very
paradise of pleasure, as though he were sitting in the seventh sphere
among the Houris of Heaven.
They ceased not doing after this fashion until the wine played tricks
in their heads and worsted their wits; and, when the drink got the
better of them, the portress stood up and doffed her clothes till she
was mother-naked. However, she let down her hair about her body by
way of shift, and throwing herself into the basin disported herself and
dived like a duck and swam up and down, and took water in her
mouth, and spurted it all over the Porter, and washed her limbs, and
between her breasts, and inside her thighs and all around her navel.
Then she came up out of the cistern and throwing herself on the
Porter’s lap said, “O my lord, O my love, what callest thou this
article?” pointing to her slit, her solution of continuity.
“I call that thy cleft,” quoth the Porter, and she rejoined, “Wah!
wah, art thou not ashamed to use such a word?” and she caught him
by the collar and soundly cuffed him. Said he again, “Thy womb, thy
vulva;” and she struck him a second slap crying, “O fie, O fie, this
is another ugly word; is there no shame in thee?” Quoth he, “Thy
coynte;” and she cried, “O thou! art wholly destitute of modesty?” and
thumped and bashed him. Then cried the Porter, “Thy clitoris,”
whereat the eldest lady came down upon him with a yet sorer beating,
and said, “No;” and he said, “’Tis so,” and the Porter went on calling
the same commodity by sundry other names, but whatever he said they
beat him more and more till his neck ached and swelled with the blows
he had gotten; and on this wise they made him a butt and a laughingstock.
At last he turned upon them asking, “And what do you women
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