When we were children we associated the Romans with centurions, chariots, and gladiators. In high school, we learned that Law and Engineering were their contributions to civilization. We came to know that Rome also contributed orgies and sex in high places. Indeed, the grandeur… that was Rome.
The now familiar name Messalina was also the name of the wife of an emperor in ancient Rome. She was best known for challenging—and defeating—a notorious prostitute to a sex competition.
Valeria Messalina was the wife of Emperor Claudius who ruled Rome in the 1st Century AD. History sources portray Messalina as scheming, avaricious, and a nymphomaniac. She participated much in politics and used sex to strengthen her power and control over politicians. She maintained a brothel and organized orgies participated by men and women in high places.
One account of her tells that the moment she hears her husband snores, she will then slip out of their royal bed wearing a hooded night gown and go straight to her brothel. She then places herself in one of the cubicles to offer her body to customers of the night. The story goes that Messalina absorbs all the jug-jug with gusto and continues her trade into dawn long after all the other girls have already been done and have gone home. She ends the night by slipping back to Emperor Claudius’ side in their royal bed.
The most widely reported tale about Messalina was her challenge to a prostitute named Scylla to an all-night sex competition. Each of them was to take as many lovers in one single sex act. Whoever took the more number of lovers will win the contest. Scylla gave up when each of them had taken 25 lovers, but Messalina saw no reason to stop copulating and went on well into the morning. It was told that she stopped only because of exhaustion but she was never satisfied.
Here are some lines dedicated to Messalina’ exploits by a Roman writer Juvenal translated in English:
The now familiar name Messalina was also the name of the wife of an emperor in ancient Rome. She was best known for challenging—and defeating—a notorious prostitute to a sex competition.
Valeria Messalina was the wife of Emperor Claudius who ruled Rome in the 1st Century AD. History sources portray Messalina as scheming, avaricious, and a nymphomaniac. She participated much in politics and used sex to strengthen her power and control over politicians. She maintained a brothel and organized orgies participated by men and women in high places.
One account of her tells that the moment she hears her husband snores, she will then slip out of their royal bed wearing a hooded night gown and go straight to her brothel. She then places herself in one of the cubicles to offer her body to customers of the night. The story goes that Messalina absorbs all the jug-jug with gusto and continues her trade into dawn long after all the other girls have already been done and have gone home. She ends the night by slipping back to Emperor Claudius’ side in their royal bed.
The most widely reported tale about Messalina was her challenge to a prostitute named Scylla to an all-night sex competition. Each of them was to take as many lovers in one single sex act. Whoever took the more number of lovers will win the contest. Scylla gave up when each of them had taken 25 lovers, but Messalina saw no reason to stop copulating and went on well into the morning. It was told that she stopped only because of exhaustion but she was never satisfied.
Here are some lines dedicated to Messalina’ exploits by a Roman writer Juvenal translated in English:
Then consider the God's rivals, hear what Claudius
had to put up with. The minute she heard him snoring
his wife - that whore-empress - who¬ dared to prefer the mattress
of a stews to her couch in the Palace, called for her hooded
night-cloak and hastened forth, with a single attendant.
Then, her black hair hidden under an ash-blonde wig,
she'd make straight for her brothel, with its stale, warm coverlets,
and her empty reserved cell. Here, naked, with gilded
nipples, she plied her trade, under the name of 'The Wolf-Girl',
parading the belly that once housed a prince of the blood.
She would greet each client sweetly, demand cash payment,
and absorb all their battering - without ever getting up.
Too soon the brothel-keeper dismissed his girls:
she stayed right till the end, always last to go,
then trailed away sadly, still | with burning, rigid vulva,
exhausted by men, yet a long way from satisfied,
cheeks grimed with lamp-smoke, filthy, carrying home
to her Imperial couch the stink of the whorehouse.
had to put up with. The minute she heard him snoring
his wife - that whore-empress - who¬ dared to prefer the mattress
of a stews to her couch in the Palace, called for her hooded
night-cloak and hastened forth, with a single attendant.
Then, her black hair hidden under an ash-blonde wig,
she'd make straight for her brothel, with its stale, warm coverlets,
and her empty reserved cell. Here, naked, with gilded
nipples, she plied her trade, under the name of 'The Wolf-Girl',
parading the belly that once housed a prince of the blood.
She would greet each client sweetly, demand cash payment,
and absorb all their battering - without ever getting up.
Too soon the brothel-keeper dismissed his girls:
she stayed right till the end, always last to go,
then trailed away sadly, still | with burning, rigid vulva,
exhausted by men, yet a long way from satisfied,
cheeks grimed with lamp-smoke, filthy, carrying home
to her Imperial couch the stink of the whorehouse.
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