Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 29: Florence to Trieste eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 137 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 29.

Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 29: Florence to Trieste eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 137 pages of information about Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 29.

Before long the reader will discover how very virtuous Leah was.

After nine or ten days I had recourse to violence, not in deeds but in words.  She confessed I was in the right, and said my best plan would be to forbid her to come and see me in the morning.  At dinner, according to her, there would be no risk.

I made up my mind to ask her to continue her visits, but to cover her breast and avoid all amorous conversation.

“With all my heart,” she replied, laughing; “but be sure I shall not be the first to break the conditions.”

I felt no inclination to break them either, for three days later I felt weary of the situation, and told the consul I would start on the first opportunity.  My passion for Leah was spoiling my appetite, and I thus saw myself deprived of my secondary pleasure without any prospect of gaining my primary enjoyment.

After what I had said to the consul I felt I should be bound to go, and I went to bed calmly enough.  But about two o’clock in the morning I had, contrary to my usual habit, to get up and offer sacrifice to Cloacina.  I left my room without any candle, as I knew my way well enough about the house.

The temple of the goddess was on the ground floor, but as I had put on my soft slippers, and walked very softly, my footsteps did not make the least noise.

On my way upstairs I saw a light shining through a chink in the door of a room which I knew to be unoccupied.  I crept softly up, not dreaming for a moment that Leah could be there at such an hour.  But on putting my eye to the chink I found I could see a bed, and on it were Leah and a young man, both stark naked, and occupied in working out Aretin’s postures to the best of their ability.  They were whispering to one another, and every four or five minutes I had the pleasure of seeing a new posture.  These changes of position gave me a view of all the beauties of Leah, and this pleasure was something to set against my rage in having taken such a profligate creature for a virtuous woman.

Every time they approached the completion of the great work they stopped short, and completed what they were doing with their hands.

When they were doing the Straight Tree, to my mind the most lascivious of them all, Leah behaved like a true Lesbian; for while the young man excited her amorous fury she got hold of his instrument and took it between her lips till the work was complete.  I could not doubt that she had swallowed the vital fluid of my fortunate rival.

The Adonis then shewed her the feeble instrument, and Leah seemed to regret what she had done.  Before long she began to excite him again; but the fellow looked at his watch, pushed her away, and began to put on his shirt.

Leah seemed angry, and I could see that she reproached him for some time before she began to dress.

When they were nearly clothed I softly returned to my room and looked out of a window commanding the house-door.  I had not to wait long before I saw the fortunate lover going out.

Copyrights
Project Gutenberg
Memoirs of Casanova — Volume 29: Florence to Trieste from Project Gutenberg. Public domain.