She lifted her skirts about the waist, showing her snow-white, perfectly rounded bums that tapered into two gorgeous alabaster, firm-fleshed thighs.
‘Lift your skirts a little higher, my dear,’ he said to her, ‘it does not look proper yet. Fine, fine… that’s a lot better. Put the prayer book down, fold your hands and lift up your soul to God. Fill your mind with thoughts about the eternal happiness which has been promised you!’
The priest pulled up his footstool and kneeled next to her. Then he took a large birch rod and held it in front of my penitent friend, who kissed it devoutly…
Here are the lovers, rakes and whores from the classics of erotica: the innocent but naturally sensual Bella of The Autobiography of a Flea; the wild and wanton Victorian lady known as Eveline, and of course the mysterious philanderer Walter, author of the notorious confession My Secret Life.