May's Account of Her Introduction to the Art of Love…
“ I don't like it - no, it is not nice - let my hands go - I won't hold it - I won't move it up and down - don't separate my thighs with your knee - what are you getting over me for? What are you pushing into me?" "My prick, darling Kate. There, don't struggle, my pet, let it in, don't be frightened, I won't harm you in any way. Open your thighs, that's the sweet girl. Now I'll push it in as gently as possible. There, it is in, it is all the way up." Then the bed began to creak, and the clothes to rustle. "Put your arms around me, my love. Heave up your dainty little bottom. That's right. ”
