Fuckstress

She was a good-natured, foolish, stupid, trusting creature, and my wonder is that she had lived twenty-one years in the country, without having a prick up her. As a lovely-cunted fuckstress she left nothing to be desired.

A talented fuckstress, Miss Chisholm, / Was renowned for her fine paroxysm. / While the man detumesced / She still spent on with zest, / Her rapture sheer anachronism.

In February 1933, Crowley took on a new lover— Marianne, from Bulgaria, whom he declared “the most marvellous fuckstress alive.”