Josephine Mutzenbacher or The Story of a Viennese Whore, as Told by Herself is an erotic Although the German-language text makes use of witty nicknames — for instance, the curate’s genital is called “a hammer of mercy” — for human. Josefine Mutzenbacher: Meine Liebhaber – (Josephine Mutzenbacher: My of the text of Josephine Mutzenbacher at the AuerspergTheater in Vienna. Josefine Mutzenbacher: oder Die Geschichte einer Wienerischen Dirne von ihr selbst erzählt (in German). by Felix Salten · Project Gutenberg Release #
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I myself had two older brothers, both of whom were a couple of years older than I. She sprinkled some water on his face, saying:.
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Just then he went off, wetting my belly, so that the fluid ran. Near here I know a woman where we can get a room.
We found ourselves in a dark kitchen. I have seen the world in a different light, for all of which I have to thank my life as a prostitute, so often condemned by the public.
His cock got stiffer at every stroke. He only went off when he did it from behind! Although it was quite painful I was a very proud girl, I was being fucked like a grown woman. She was a blonde, which made her appear stouter, with park rings under her eyes, and was dressed mutzehbacher a bath robe.
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When he had finished, he wanted to go. Dancing around the room, she gave me one, shouting: My father, my mother, mutzembacher we three children lived in a kitchen and a room, and had also one lodger. We had scarce ly reached the bushes, when he threw me down on my back and at.
I had an idea that I knew what it all josevine about, however, so when this occurred I would lay in bed listening with all my ears, at the same time fingering myself. Davies; with and introduction and notes by Ritchie Robertson Retrieved on 28 November I did not succumb to any of these. This he repeated on many occasions, as long as he roomed with us.
However, this seemed tet suffice. Several dozens of such lodgers stayed with us for a while, one after another; they appeared and vanished, some friendly, some quarrelsome, and most of them disappeared without a trace, and we never heard from them. But Ca- puzzi was ready before she could finish; his monotonous “one, two, three—” put an end to the pleasure that we were having.
As mother was about to go out, she asked him to look after me until she returned, which he promised gladly.
I turned into a side street, it was only two o’clock in the afternoon. The book begins when she is five years old and ends when she is twelve years old and about to enter professional service in a brothel.
He walked to the corner of the room, deposited something on a chair, and without one further glance at us, he left the room. I then recovered it and tried to josefinf it into me. I always went to him smilingly when he spoke.
He lifted my dress and laid on top of me, saying, “All afternoon I have been waiting for some girl to fuck! We children were a little afraid of him, perhaps because of his blackened face and also because he hardly said anything. It also describes, to some extent, the social and economical conditions of the lower class of that time.
Albert and I smiled knowingly; he began to push and I bobbed up and down.
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We lived in a tenement house away out in Ottakring, at that time a new house, which was filled from top to bottom with the poorer class of tenants. The protagonist is told to been born on 20 February in Vienna and have passed on 17 December at a sanatorium. The Court prefaced their verdict by referring to two other seminal freedom of expression cases from previous German Case Law, the Mephisto Decision and the Anachronistischer Decision.