«The sameness of our sex, age, profession, and views, soon creased as unreserved a freedom and intimacy as if we had been for years acquainted. They took and shewed me the house, their respective apartments, which were furnished with every article of convenience and luxury; and above all, a spacious drawing-room, where a select revelling band usually met, in general parties of pleasure; the girls supping with their sparks, and acting their wanton pranks with unbounded licentiousness; whilst a defiance of awe, modesty or jealousy were their standing rules, by which, according to the principles of their society, whatever pleasure was lost on the side of sentiment, was abundantly made up to the senses in the poignancy of variety, and the charms of ease and luxury. The authors and supporters of this secret institution would, in the height of their humour, style themselves the restorers of the golden age and its simplicity of pleasures, before their innocence became so unjustly branded with the names of guilt and shame.
As soon then as the evening began, and the shew of a shop was shut, the academy opened; the mask of mock-modesty was completely taken off, and all the girls delivered over to their respective calls of pleasure or interest with their men: and none of that sex was promiscuously admitted, but only such as Mrs. Cole was previously satisfied with their character and discretion. In short, this was the safest, politest, and, at the same time, the most thorough house of accommodation in town: every thing being conducted so, that decency made no intrenchment upon the most libertine pleasures; in the practice of which, too, the choice familiars of the house had found the secret so rare and difficult, of reconciling even all the refinements of taste and delicacy, with the most gross and determinate gratifications of sensuality.» (John Cleland, Memoirs of a woman of pleasure).

«I was just asking myself whether I had to remain stark naked when Pauline came from the sacristy with different garments, a red tulle jacket over my head, petticoats, skirt, bodice, stockings and shoes, a complete red attire. The canoness rose and extended her hand.
 Red Girl,» said she. From this moment and till your dying day you belong to the members of the confraternity and to the rules with which you are acquainted. Do you consent?
Then we kissed each other, and a general handplay began, interrupted by their caresses, suckings, licking, downfalls, fucking and spending.
But what a state you must be in, dear Paul, on reading all this! Your blood must be on fire. The holidays approach. Shall we meet? And if we meet, shall I find an opportunity of initiating you into my science of inculcating it in you by luscious filthiness? Wish for it! I am ready for anything and shall afterwards introduce you to all my friends of the congregation.
Goodbye, darling, million of suckings and tongueings. And yes, I shall let you fuck me, dear Paul. We first learnt the rudiments of love together and now you shall learn the essence of love by using your prick to draw it forth.
Adieu.
Adeline.» (Fuckwell, Green girls).

«Then she took out the chamber pot, saying:
 I am not afraid of being inundated but in order to avoid surprises I think it preferable to pour out the rest of your pepi in this. I’ll rinse my mouth and then we can amuse ourselves in your bed. She became very tractable and I soon found her cuddled in my arms. Then I re-found my ardent Isabelle, of whom I was so fond.
She whispered:
 Don’t be angry if it happens that I insult you or if one of my friends tease you. I cannot help it. It is my nature to be disagreeable to those I love, and I love you more than all the others. Quick, said she, glide towards my bum.
Whatever Camille Gaudin and all the other worshippers of fat bums say, nothing can compare to the thousand different resources of Isabelle’s delicate arse. It exulted over my least scruples. Between her movements, she never ceased speaking:
 Oh Adeline, my love, take me, make me your own, spend on me I love and I’ll love you for ever, I’ll soon devour your lips with such kisses as you have never received before.
What a night, my Paul. We spent most of it together.
She only retired when it was dangerous to stay longer. We did not sleep and you should have seen our faces when we entered the schoolroom next morning.» (Fuckwell, Green girls).

«I came secretly up to her, knelt down and suddenly pressed my lips to her cunt.
She trembled all over and slipped on her buttocks which I managed to get in my hands. She twisted her arms around my neck and then threw herself backwards. I devoured her with ninettes.
Of what a fire, what a passion, what a difference from all that I had ever caressed. I never should have imagined it and I asked myself, how was it that I had not yet relished this rapture? Fanny, she was indeed a staid woman in the flower of age, appreciating voluptuousness and inoculating you with it as by infection.
My lips inhaled the luscious draughts of her cunt. My lips were glued to her quim, the point of my tongue slipped into her cunt and ravaged the surroundings, multiplying itself in kisses and prolonged suckings. By and by, I lowered my head and my tongue caressed the root of her buttocks. Fanny raised her legs more and more! Her thighs and arse appeared at the end of the divine slit. My breath became rattling. Fanny guessed at what mark I aimed; with a sudden movement, she turned around and presented me her whole fundament.
It was not Isabelle’s flexible nervous arse trembling in licentious contortions, yet it was a poem of grace, pliability and majesty which stirred a thousand lascivious desires in my soul. I felt it shiver and tremble. It raised and grew excited under my feuilles de rose. I imparted some of my passion to it and it began the movements of which I was so fond, it opened, contracted, responded, displaying the most frantic arabesques and in the midst of all this we died away in an agony of delight.
Oh, Paul, what a night of amatory delights and amatory combats! One lives it all over again in the description.» (Fuckwell, Green girls).