About Me
My studied languors, my voluptuous distress, my ecstatic sufferings, my twitchings, my nervous tremors, my spasms, my screams, my foul tirades, all these attributes of far-reaching corruption, all these symptoms of havoc wrought by nature in a body and soul, my grimaces, my sugared, sickly smiles and kisses, my sneaking gestures and insinuating remarks, my hoarse, lewd whisperings, all these amazed then alarmed her gentle innocence, and she ended up avowing to me that her mother’s style of enjoyment was a great deal less refined, at any rate milder, than mine.
