. . to a bulk! No!
I shall never forget it.
Louisa then, taking and holding the fine handle that
so invitingly offer'd itself, led the ductile youth by that
master-tool of his, as she stept backward towards the bed;
which he joyfully gave way to, under the incitations of in-
stinct and palpably deliver'd up to the goad of desire.
Stopped then by the bed, she took the fall she lov'd,
and lean'd to the most, gently backward upon it, still hold-
ing fast what she held, and taking care to give her cloaths
a convenient toss up, so that her thighs duly disclos'd, and
elevated, laid open all the outward prospect of the treasury
of love: the rose-lipt overture presenting the cock-pit so
fair, that it was not in nature even for a natural to miss it.
Nor did he, for Louisa, fully bent on grappling with it, and
impatient of dalliance or delay, directed faithfully the point
of the battering-piece, and bounded up with a rage of so vora-
cious appetite, to meet and favour the thrust of insertion,
that the fierce activity on both sides effected it with such
pain of distention, that Louisa cry'd out violently that she
was hurt beyond bearing, that she was killed. But it was too
late: the storm was up, and force was on her to give way to
it; for now the man-machine, strongly work'd upon by the sen-
sual passion, felt so manfully his advantages and superiority,
felt withal the sting of pleasure so intolerable, that madden-
ing with it, his joys began to assume a character of furious-
ness which made me tremble for the too tender Louisa.
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