"The Royal Hotel, Brighton,
"May the 14th, 179–,
"My dear Amelia
"I am writing this to you at the first opportunity I have had since my Wedding, only a week ago and yet it seems like a lifetime. Such a lot has happened since then, I hardly know what to think. How I wish, my dear elder sister, that you had been more forthcoming about the Institution of Marriage and especially about the Rites of Hymen which I was to undergo. I do not mean to chastise you, my sweet, for I am sure that you acted from the very Best of motives, but ... oh, it has been such a shocking time for me. If only I had taken more notice of your Hints and Allusions, and perhaps drawn you out more when you spoke of a Wife's Physical duties and the requirements of the honeymoon. You did not seem much changed after your own marriage; I had assumed that, save for some slight extra Intimacy with one's husband, life went on much as before.
"George had always been such a gentleman towards me (as befits his Rank, indeed), so Solicitous and so Reserved – it was I, in fact, who initiated our first Kiss! – that I was completely unprepared for the animal nature in him which came to the fore as soon as the last guests had departed the Reception and we were finally alone together in our Bridal Suite. I went into the Dressing Room to take off my wedding clothes and put on the beautiful lace Nightgown which you and I had chosen together, sure that it would make his eyes light up with joy. When I emerged, to my Shock and Horror he was standing in the room utterly naked. It was as if some strange Animal had forced its way into the bedroom. I had of course never seen a Man naked before – the very thought had never even crossed my mind – and I almost Fainted.
"Of course you and I had sometimes admired the Classical statues in the Museum, their swelling muscles and smooth torsos, but I had never connected them with what an actual Male might look like. And there was Hair – rivers of it down his chest and stomach and legs and – horror! – a great Bush at his Loins where I – I blush to mention it even in a letter – have but a neat Lawn. But that was not the most shocking aspect. From his loins there jutted a huge Column, Veined and Craggy, topped by a dark Orb – bearing no resemblance to the examples in the Museum at all. I could not drag my Gaze away from it – what on earth was this Deformity?
"Of course, you, Amelia, as a Wife, must think me a silly little thing to react so. It must all seem Commonplace and Domestic to you and not worthy of comment – as indeed you had not mentioned it to me in the course of your advice to your younger Sister. But to continue – George looked at me and his face twisted into a rather sinister smile. 'You'll not be needing that tonight, my darling,' he said, and reached out and slipped the Nightdress from my Shoulders and, before I could protest, dragged it to the floor, leaving me naked and utterly exposed to his piercing gaze. Instinctively I tried to cover my Bosom and my Privates with my hands, but he grabbed my arms – quite roughly – and pulled them away, letting his eyes roam freely over my most intimate Parts. I felt myself blushing so hotly that I thought I was on fire.
"'Yes, very fine,' he said. 'Just as I hoped.' I gave just a little squeak of protest as he lifted me up – oh, the touch of his hot Naked Flesh on mine! – and laid me – nay, threw me – onto the Bed. He climbed above me and began to kiss my bare skin, starting with the neck and shoulders and quickly working his way down to my Bosom. I squirmed but his hands held me defenceless as his mouth wetly anointed my tingling skin and his Moustache tickled me. He even drew my Teats into his mouth and sucked and worried at them, making me cry out in surprise at the mingled sensations of Pain and Pleasure which coursed through me. Never had I felt such strong emotions! Was this what being a Wife was all about?
"Not all, I soon discovered, as his mouth worked its way lower, across my Belly and loins to my thighs. I was shivering and writhing with the shame of it, but he was Merciless and with his manly strength he forced my legs apart and Fastened his mouth on the most Secret Part of my body! I felt his tongue penetrate into that Inner Sanctum where previously only my washcloth had explored – for I had never dared to touch myself there directly. I thought I would die from the Embarrassment to feel his Lips and Tongue roaming freely in that place – but then (and I shudder with shame even to commit these words to Paper) a strange sensation of pleasure began to steal through my body and I realised that I was enjoying his Attentions, enjoying them, to be sure, more than I had ever enjoyed anything in my Life. Oh Amelia, why could you not have told me that this was how it would be? Then I might not have been so apprehensive about the whole business of Marriage, if I had known what Heavenly pleasure awaited me in the Nuptual Bed.
"My husband continued his attack on my Innermost Keep and I grew quite beside myself with excitement. I was in Bliss, in Rapture, my mind was filled to Overflowing with the glorious sensations coursing outward from my Centre. His tongue fastened on a firm little Nub at the front of my Secret Area and I thought I was going to explode with delight – in fact, it felt exactly as if I was exploding. My whole body shook as though in a Fit and, although I was somewhat frightened by the intense Ecstasies flooding through my body, I wanted it never to end.
"But end it had to, perhaps his Tongue grew Weary, and eventually he released his Wife from her Travails and I lay there throbbing inwardly and gasping for breath, unable to move my Limbs, the Pleasure ebbing only slowly from my veins. 'My, you're a wet one,' I heard my Husband say. I opened my eyes and saw him rearing above me, his Column poised above my still-quivering loins. 'Time to be _______,' he grunted – I cannot bring myself to write the Coarse Word he used, which I had only heard used before by the grooms, without knowing its meaning. And I discovered then that being a Wife is not all rapture.
"He forced my Thighs even further apart with his own and I felt something pushing against my Tender Folds. A huge Rod was forcing its way inside me, opening and stretching me. What was he doing? Was he trying to Kill me? I struggled and cried but he did not withdraw. There was a pressure inside, a Pain that grew and grew, and then a moment's blinding Agony and I felt my Belly fill to bursting point as his Column skewered me. My eyes were tight shut in Agony, tears squeezing out of the corners. He started to pump in and out of me, each Stroke as Painful as the last, while I prayed to GOD that I would die and find release from this Torture. The DEITY must have heard my prayers because soon my Husband gave a great shout and his body arched and his Column ceased its Pounding. The pressure in my belly eased and he slipped out of me leaving a great fiery Emptiness. Then he lay down beside me and took me in his arms and kissed my Face gently while I sobbed and sobbed.
"'By god, you're tight, my Love,' he murmured. 'But we'll soon cure that, won't we? In a few days you'll be taking me as easy as anything.' My heart sank to hear his Words. Was there more to come? Surely he would not want to repeat that Agonising Operation – my poor body would not stand up to it. He got up and I heard him washing, then he held a warm Flannel against my Privates and wiped them gently, but not gently enough to stop me crying out anew at the touch of the cloth on my oh so Tender Flesh.
"I had hoped that his Animal Urges would be satisfied now, but – oh Amelia – that was just the start of it. I have never had a night like it – an alternation of exquisite Pleasure and unbearable Pain. His mouth on my Sex – for that is what I have to call it – and his Tongue softly lashing my tender but still responsive Nub was the most beautiful thing that I can ever imagine, and drew from me Explosions of joy that I cannot begin to describe. But then he would arrange me in the most inelegant and Shameful positions and his newly-engorged Rod would penetrate my Womanly Orifice and set it on fire again, and each time it would take him longer and longer and fiercer and fiercer Pounding before he would give that shout of fulfilment and spend himself Deep within me. By the time the light of Morning stole into our room I felt that I had lived a Thousand lives.
"George consented to my putting on my nightdress before the serving-girl came with our Breakfast, but after breakfast he locked the Door and took off his Nightshirt and my Nightdress and educated me in the way that a wife Pleasures her husband with her Mouth. Amelia, you did not mention this to me at all! I was grateful that he did wish to Impale me in the Usual Place, which I think would have made me pass out with Pain, and so took his Column in my mouth with less reticence that I would have felt twelve hours previously. He held my head in his hands and moved it up and down the Shaft, instructing me to keep my Lips over my Teeth and how to use my tongue and how to Suck. After a while I could tell that he was getting close to his Release, by the tension in his body and the groans he was emitting. Suddenly my mouth was filled with a thick salty-sweet Liquid! I tried to pull away but his hands kept my head in position while he pumped more fluid into my Choking Mouth. I coughed and spluttered and the warm fluid dripped down onto my Bosom.
