“It’s caprice,” said I with my prick out, “you let me when I wanted it three weeks ago, why not now?” “I can’t, — I dare not, — it might be certain ruin now.” “What does a fellow care about ruin, when his hand is outside a cunt, and his prick is like an iron rod?” Twice as strong as me, she could at all times have escaped me, unless sexual desire was strong on her; desire gives a man force, but it takes away a woman’s force. There was a kiss and forgiveness soon given me, in her tranquil way. At some time every woman is more yielding than at others, they always are if randy. Her lips are wet, or it is mine which are getting wet? What a chance! Many of our conversations are told here in her very words, others as nearly as I can recollect them. Her manner was so commanding, that I let her go to the kitchen without following her. so the Original Authors are long dead or unknown. “I don’t know,” said Mary, “is he not in the drawing-room?” “I don’t know,” replied Eliza, “what do you want?” The door dosed, I heard no more, but felt sure that Mary did not mean to tell.
