. . he kill'd me .
. . I should die . . ., were the most frequent interjections.
But now, after repeated attempts, in which he had not made
the least impression towards gaining his point, at least for
that time, the pleasure rose so fast upon him that he could
not check or delay it, and in the vigour and fury which the
approaches of the height of it inspir'd him, he made one
fierce thrust, that had almost put me by my guard, and
lodged it so far that I could feel the warm inspersion just
within the exterior orifice, which I had the cruelty not to
let him finish there, but threw him out again, not without a
most piercing loud exclamation, as if the pain had put me
beyond all regard of being overheard. It was easy then to
observe that he was more satisfy'd, more highly pleased with
the supposed motives of his baulk of consummation, than he
would have been at the full attainment of it. It was on
this foot that I solved to myself all the falsity I employed
to procure him that blissful pleasure in it, which most
certainly he would not have tasted in the truth of things.
Eas'd however, and relieved by one discharge, he now apply'd
himself to sooth, encourage and to put me into humour and
patience to bear his next attempt, which he began to prepare
and gather force for, from all the incentives of the touch
and sight which he could think of, by examining every indi-
vidual part of my whole body, which he declared his satis-
faction with in raptures of applauses, kisses universally
imprinted, and sparing no part of me, in all the eagerest
wantonness of feeling, seeing, and toying.
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