William Potter and friends, The Romance of Lust; or, Early Experiences…
“ I have never breathed a syllable of my love for you, even to yourself, let alone other people.” Her eyes, sparkling with passion, were searching the depths of mine, as if to fathom my thoughts. I, too, began to feel my amorous passions excited by her warm embraces and kisses. She held me tight to her body, and could not help feeling the hard substance that jutted out against her.“I believe you, my Charlie, and will trust you with my life — with more, with my honour! I can no longer resist my fate. But, oh! Charlie, love me always, for I run a fearful risk in loving you as I do.” ”
