My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. XXX This was but the prelude to the utmost excess in every other indulgence. You won’t love your Louisa less, I am sure, my dear Harry, for thus unreservedly laying open her heart to you. When he was leaving me, I told him I was going out for the whole of the two following days, so that it would be useless his calling up to see me. She had, with all a woman’s instinct, exactly guessed my feelings. Harry Hargrove, photographer. However, now she soon extracted all it could give, and greedily swallowed the rush of spunk I poured into her mouth. This novel in the form of letters is a great example of classic Victorian erotica.
