Dancing was the first step to falling in love, and falling in love was the first step to lying down in tandem. Not soon after Elizabeth had persuaded Mr. Darcy to join her in a Scotch reel, were they flushed from exertion; their bodies vexed with desire. Elizabeth had wanted nothing more but to marry for love, believing matters of the heart must never consume one’s rationality, but Mr. Darcy’s sturdy bratwurst had been pressing up against her the whole eve, and she was filled with carnal desires.
And so, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy, two grown adults of reasonable attractiveness, found themselves attempting to engage in fornication. With the servants sent away and the curtains drawn, they retired to his chamber to smash nether regions.
Mr. Darcy, a man with an estate of 10,000 per annum, was reduced to a man well below his station by his lust. He threw Elizabeth on his bed with the vigor of a militia officer with a salary of a mere 100.
As she lay waiting for whatever it is one does next, he took in her handsome visage. Elizabeth’s face was more than adequate, possessing two eyes and a mouth in the places one should find them. Her body was not displeasing, nor was her heaving bosom not unample, filled with a not undue amount of not un-horniness.
Both overwhelmed with passion, they did the next part of physical intimacy and pressed their tight, pursed lips against one another. Mr. Darcy’s kisses were very neat, with no saliva getting anywhere at all.
As they pulled apart, Elizabeth’s countenance looked pleased, and Mr. Darcy was captivated by her prowess in writhing on top of a bed.
“Are you resolved to take my girth inside you?”
“I have had such wicked thoughts throughout the eve, and am convinced, wholeheartedly with all my passions, that I am now resolved to act in a manner that will satiate my desires, which will, in my opinion, satiate yours in turn. It is my duty to succumb to such impulses, impulses I have never felt before, which though they be animal in nature, will get us both off.”
This oration turned Mr. Darcy on.
Such strong expressions of emotion were new to Mr. Darcy. And so, he felt prompted to remove his very pleasing package from his trousers. His head, motivated by his genteel nature; his body, motivated by his erection.
Mr. Darcy’s member was not unhung, nor was it not uncircumcised. It was very neat indeed, the sort of protrusion one would thoroughly expect from a gentleman of Mr. Darcy’s stature. It looked the way it should look to the people who have seen them.
Elizabeth also disrobed, for they both had to take off all their clothes to do what was soon to take place.
“May we both ejaculate more than we deserve,” moaned Elizabeth. Mr. Darcy plunged towards her.
And now let us leave Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy to their business. Perhaps other writers who have borne witness to such intimate events can describe their in flagrante delicto better than your dear authoress, but, having no personal experience in such manner, it is better fitting to let these dear people alone.
However, as the reader will note from the characters’ sly smiles throughout the fortnight next, it appears to have been an excessively adequate dicking.
