“Oh, my dear Fred, you hurt me dreadfully, what are you doing?”
“Doing, my darling! why, I am getting into you. Have a little patience, and I will make you mad with pleasure.”
Another determined thrust sent him halfway, and then with another, still more violent, he lodged himself up to the hilt within. I screamed with real pain, and struggled to free myself.
“Good heavens, sir, you are killing me; I will not endure such treatment.”
He heeded me not, but holding me fast by the thighs commenced shoving in and out furiously. A sensitive woman never receives an insertion of this kind with impunity. The friction began to excite feelings that first deadened the pain of entrance, and then began to awaken the delicious sensations of lubricity. The enjoyment I began to experience was delicious,
