A stash of chapbooks containing titillating eighteenth-century stories have been found in a Lake District manor. An excerpt, to establish what we’re talking about here:

The Merchant he softly crept into the room. And on the bedside he sat himself down. Her knees through the counterpane he did embrace. Did Bess in the pillow did hide her sweet face.

He stript of his clothes and leaped into bed saying now lovely creature for thy maidenhead. She strug led and strove and seemed to be shy. He said divine beauty I pray now comply.

As you may have noticed, the eighteenth-century had not yet gotten the memo on a couple of important points, like no means no and sexual assault is bad.

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