so vividly given
me.

I have no such delicious scenes to depict as those you have so
delightfully described to me. My honeymoon passed off in a much more
common-place way than yours. Our marriage, which was performed within a
day of your own, went off as such events do. My husband was loving,
without being very warm. I felt very much as you describe on going to
bed the first night, but the discretion or delicacy of my husband,
which I could well have pardoned him for dispensing with, left me time
not only to get into bed, but kept me waiting there some time. He
entered like yours in his dressing-gown, but immediately put out the
light and found his way into bed, as best he could. He crept to my side
and embraced me tenderly enough, and began to fondle and kiss me,
telling me how dearly he loved me, etc., but for some time he avoided
any indecent liberties. I suppose he thought it necessary to gain my
confidence and quiet any alarm I might be in. He might have saved
himself the trouble, for in reality I was longing for and at the same
time somewhat dreading an attack on my maiden charms. At last, little
by little, he approached the object of delight, and eventually begging
me not to be alarmed, he mounted upon me and effected the object of his
desires. He did not hurt me much, not nearly as much as I expected, nor
so much as you seem to have suffered. I deemed it politic to affect
more suffering than he really inflicted. Towards the end I had slight
scintillations of pleasure, but not worth mentioning; it is true my
husband is not so well-armed as yours and Charlie appear to be, and he
is also much colder in his passions; for instance, he did not attempt
to fuck me again, although I would have been gratified if he had done
so; perhaps it was considerate towards me in his idea, but, merely
embracing me in his arms, he talked himself and me to sleep.

In the morning he again fucked me, this time giving me something like
pleasure, but I was altogether disappointed with my night's experience.
It was not such as you or I, my dear Lizzie, had pictured to ourselves,
in our anticipations of the marriage night. My husband since has never
exceeded twice a night, but he has become more exciting, and has
generally made me spend twice to his once, first exciting my passions
by feeling all my private parts, and frigging my clitoris, so that I
generally have lubricated the passage by my own discharge before he
attempts to make an en