In the writing room, she whispered "Pray, allow me to feast my eyes with the touch and perusal, feast my lips with kisses of the highest relish." With a gentleness she let drop the bodice of her gown, revealing herself by firelight."Your lips pursue me, so that I cannot escape from kissing them in purest self-defense."
"I am quite sick with delight!" he said as he placed his hand upon her. "I can feel your prodigious engine stirring in the very centre of my vitals!"
Encouragingly she stated "Ah, let your fingers play and twine in the young tendrils of silky down that cover'd the very seat of my womanhood" as they fell together in embrace...
"These fleshly orbs shake with undisguised pleasure" he moaned, attempting to fill her, "I am spending! I am spending! I spend! I die!"
She screamed out like the nanny "My life! My soul! The springs of pleasure are wound to such a pitch that I cannot help but succumb to extacy!"
Panting, they separated. "How you have served me! I am ruin'd. Now, dress quickly, before the Count returns!"
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Author: Tank Girl
All's Quiet on the Picnic Bench 
Larry Disher and the Temple of Foam 