“Dear Miss Frankland, do flog me again if it will produce again such ecstasies as I never before experienced.”
Her face was flushed, her eye shone with all the fire of libidinous passion. My prick had hardly lost its stiffness when I spent, and was now projecting out firmer than ever.
“Why, Charles, I thought you a mere boy, while you are quite a man with such a thing as this.”
“Oh!” I cried, “do continue to hold it, you give me such pleasure!”
“Has anyone else ever held it in this way?”
“No, I never felt anything like it before.”
“But don’t you know what this is meant to do?”
“Oh, yes, it is what I piddle from.”
She laughed, and asked if it was often in its present state of stiffness.
“Every morning when I awake it is so, and it hurts me very much until I piddle.”