BOOK REVIEWS SERIES UNDER THE PSEUDONYM--- MISS COOTE'S CONFESSION

I am thinking about to intersperse few unedible words on my BOOK REVIEWS SERIES UNDER THE PSEUDONYM'S - the second book is Miss Coote’s Confession- OR, THE VOLUPTUOUS EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD MAID; IN A SERIES OF LETTERS TO A LADY FRIEND, published anonymously in Legendary Pearl (Victorian Magazine) in the 1800's. The book contains ten letters of unusual sexual behavior from an older Dominatrix to a younger woman. I had been fascinated by the subtitle of the Magazine- A Magazine of Facetiae and Voluptuous Reading. Pearl was probably the first pornographic magazine on this planet, Issued in London, which later shut down by hypocritic authorities saying violating contemporary standards of obscenity. I wonder, they let them run eighteen issues of obscenity for about a year. According to Wikipedia: 

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     As an underground publication, it was limited to 150 copies and cost twenty-five pounds, which made it unusually expensive relative to comparable contemporaneous pornographic periodicals

  

 I have no idea how many ravenous readers have gone through this victorian erotic masterpiece, and yeah, I need to clear about one more thing; I always look for abandoned writing and I was attracted with this voluptuous collection of letters, not because of its esoteric merits but of penchant-written oxymorons. The book is full of pleasurable words and can twist your bowel as well. 

The book starts with a 'letter first'.

My Dear Girl,
I know I have long promised you an account of the reason of my penchant for the rod, which, in my estimation, is one of the most voluptuous and delicious institutions of private life, especially to a supposed highly respectable old maid like your esteemed friend. Treaties must be carried out, and promises kept, or how can I ever hope for the pleasure of making you taste my little green tickler again. Writing, and especially a sort of confession of my voluptuous weakness, is a most unpleasant task, as I feel as shamefaced in putting these things on paper as when my grandfather's housekeeper first bared my poor blushing little bottom to his ruthless attack.

I do not want to drag a whole story here; it's not ethical to exploit my fair blog, right? Just Imagine how was 1800 where you could sneakily go for monthly Pearl and secretly carrying on your middle-class girdle pouch. I can see sensual grin under your industraial-revoluationry-mustache. If you go through the century back you will get plenty of such wooden-carving materials on the Hindu temples and I bet, that epoch had been safest periods at that time. I was born and raised in that place where you can see the copulate statue on every scared temple, and on top of that people worships those features, and still, they possessed a pure soul. Why? Haven't that obscene seen made them low creatures? Human's brain has been full of curiosity and they always seek for knowledge. I seek for knowledge. You seek for knowledge. 

In 2011 an Australian Councilor was convicted for possession of "child exploitation material" because a digital copy of The Pearl was found on his laptop. Says Themercury.com.au/article/2011/03/01/211035. This kind of activity is harmful for societies but authorities have to snout on the alpha root for those materials and need to prosecute them. Our so-called modern knowledge-web is full of shit. If you go deep down to the dark web you would get even horrible reality. Okay, enough of it! I am tired. 

I let you know the next time I will write about another good anonymous piece- Diary of an Oxygen Thief.