The Flight of Starlings: A Story of Love Hidden in the Dusted Pages

by P. D. Russell-Ranson

“I hate those embraces in which both do not consummate; that is why boys please me but little. I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry, thinks of her sewing when she's making love...I won't have any woman doing her duty towards me. How sweet it is to hear her voice quaver as she tells me the joy she feels, and to hear her imploring me to slacken my speed so as to prolong her bliss. How I love to see her, drunk with delight, gazing with swooning eyes upon me, or languishing with love, keeping me a long while at arm's length. But these accomplishments are not vouchsafed by nature to young girls. They are reserved for women who have passed the age of thirty-five.”