Kate Percival, The Life and Amours of the Beautiful…
“ I buried my face between them and pressed a thousand kisses on the soft velvet surface."Why Kate, you are a perfect volcano," said Laura, trembling under my embraces, "and I have been laboring under the delusion that you were an icicle.""I was an icicle, darling, but now I have been melted by your charms.""What a happy man your husband will be," said Laura."Happy-why?""To enfold such a glorious creature as you in his embrace. If you take so much delight with one of your own sex, what will you do when clasped in a man's arms?" ”
