At each fragment of flesh revealed, the men's ardour redoubled and soon amounted to blind, bestial rage. At last, having had everything torn from her with the exception of her chemise, she contrived by a supreme effort to free her quivering body, and got on her feet for a moment. Seized again, the last veil was ripped from her white frame and she now appeared to the gaze of all stark naked and blushing, in all the bloom of her sculptural charms. It was enough to damn a saint. In the middle of the saloon stood a column supporting the ceiling. This pillar was garnished with red velvet and half fainting, the young girl was bound to it. At blue scarf was wound round her neck, while her hands and ankles were fastened to the column by a silken cord of the same colour which had formed part of her costume.
With fifty state cabins, a floor-to-celling marble-clad bathing hall, and a ballroom large enough to rival those of the noblest houses, The Water-Lily, the newest yacht to grace the shores of Cannes, is a wonder of the seven seas. Lord Reginald Seacombe, a wealthy and eccentric English nobleman famed for his ostentatiousness, has a very singular cruise planned for those coming aboard his grand sailing ship; that all prudish manners and reservedness is left shore-bound, for on the open water all manner of lust and licentiousness will follow wave after wave of unbridled pleasure.
Amongst eight lovely and graceful ladies; three wantonesses of the Demi-Monde, two actresses, a model, the wealthy, and the extravagant, their husbands, lovers, and companions will sate all their lascivious wishes. From the wildest of group birching au natural, to slow seductions to the innocently virginal, to the public humiliation of chastisement before the wide eyed group, our passengers and crew will lose themselves in sexual abandon.
This rare gem of Victorian erotica, anonymously written in 1908, brims with an intoxicating scene of high-adventure, each graphic scene presented in unexpurgated glory. Set sail on the original love-boat.
