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The Romance of Lust: A classic Victorian erotic novel - Anonymous ยท 59 words
It was no dream, my dear Miss Frankland, or at least, only partially so, as far as regarded your loved Henry for that was the name you applied to me, and most deliciously did you embrace me under the idea, and die away in an excess of pleasure I quite envied; but you alarmed me by really fainting afterwards.
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