 stay and see fair play: in
which, indeed, I had in view to humour a new-born curiosity, to observe what
appearances active nature would put on in a natural, in the course of this her
darling operation.
    Louisa, whose appetite was up, and who, like the industrious bee, was, it
seems, not above gathering the sweets of so rare a flower, tho' she found it
planted on a dunghill, was but too readily disposed to take the benefit of my
cession. Urg'd then strongly by her own desires, and embolden'd by me, she
presently determined to risk a trial of parts with the idiot, who was by this
time nobly inflam'd for her purpose, by all the irritations we had used to put
the principles of pleasure effectually into motion, and to wind up the springs
of its organ to their supreme pitch; and it stood accordingly stiff and
straining, ready to burst with the blood and spirits that swelled it ... to a
bulk! No! I shall never forget it.
    Louisa then, taking and holding the fine handle that so invitingly offer'd
itself, led the ductile youth by that master-tool of his, as she stept backward
towards the bed; which he joyfully gave way to, under the incitations of
instinct and palpably deliver'd up to the goad of desire.
    Stopped then by the bed, she took the fall she lov'd, and lean'd to the
most, gently backward upon it, still holding fast what she held, and taking care
to give her cloaths a convenient toss up, so that her thighs duly disclos'd, and
elevated, laid open all the outward prospect of the treasury of love: the
rose-lipt overture presenting the cock-pit so fair, that it was not in nature
even for a natural to miss it. Nor did he: for Louisa, fully bent on grappling
with it, and impatient of dalliance or delay, directed faithfully the point of
the battering-piece, and bounded up with a rage of so voracious appetite, to
meet and favour the thrust of insertion, that the fierce activity on both sides
effected it with such pain of distention, that Louisa cry'd out violently that
she was hurt beyond bearing, that she was killed. But it was too late: the storm
was up, and force was on her to give way to it; for now the man-machine,
strongly work'd upon by the sensual passion, felt so manfully his advantages and
superiority, felt withal
