Close up to Ms Martin's giant puffy areolae
Fanny Hill (Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure)
Letter The Second
The journey into the country being now entirely out of the question, and orders having been given over-night for turning the horses' heads towards London, we left the inn as soon as we had breakfasted, not without a liberal distribution of the tokens of my grateful sense of the happiness I had met with in it.
Charles and I were in my coach; the captain and my companion in a chaise hir'd purposely for them, to leave us the conveniency of a tete-a-tete.
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