- You have gorg’d me with the dearest morsel of the earth!
Quickly, my love! These bonds excite me to a fever’s pitch but I fear me that the Lady will soon be wanting her petticoats back!
Strike me sharply Emil, afore I think you effeminate!
Ah, let your fingers play and twine in the young tendrils of silky down that cover’d the very seat of my womanhood!
Damn, that’s pretty funny.
It’s the Victorian Sex Cry Generator.
(Thanks to Aphrodite at ErosBlog for the find. I love those folks at ErosBlog)