shes our sex, and
it so wonderfully water-tight: for his fingers, in vain dilating and
opening it, only let more flame than water into it, be it said without
a figure. At the same time he made me feel his own engine, which was so
well wound up, as to stand even the working in water, and he accordingly
threw one arm round my neck, and was endeavouring to get the better
of that harsher construction bred by the surrounding fluid; and had in
effect one hiway so far as to make me sensible of the pleasing stretch
of those nether lips, from the in-driving machine; when, independent
of my not liking that awkward mode of enjoyment, I could not help
interrupting him, in order to become joint spectators of a plan of joy,
in hot operation between Emily and her partner; who impatient of the
fooleries and dalliance of the bath, had led his nymph to one of the
benches on the green bank, where he was very cordially proceeding to
teach her the difference betwixt jest and earnest.

There, setting her on his knee, and gliding one hand over the surface
of that smooth polished snow-white skin of hers, which now doubly shone
with a dew-bright lustre, and presented to the touch something like what
one would imagine of animated ivory, especially in those ruby-nippled
globes, which the touch is so fond of and delights to make love to,
with the other h was lusciously exploring the sweet secret of nature,
in order to make room for a stately piece of machinery, that stood
up-reared, between her thighs, as she continued siting on his lap, and
pressed hard for instant intromission, which the tender Emily, in a
fit of humour deliciously protracted, affected to decline, and elude the
very pleasure she sighed for, but in a style of waywardness, so prettily
put on, and managed, as to render it ten times more poignant; then her
eyes, all amidst the softest dying languishment, expressed, ait once a
mock denial and extreme desire, whilst her sweetness was zested with a
coyness so pleasingly provoking, her moods of keeping him off were
so attractive, that they redoubled the impetuous rage with, which, he
covered her with kisses: and kisses that, whilst she seemed to shy from
or scuffle for, the cunning wanton contrived such sly returns, of, as
were, doubtless the sweeter for the gust she gave them, of being stolen
ravished.

Thus Emily, who knew no art but that which nature itself, in favour
of her principal end, pleasure, had inspired her with, the art of