She continued, ‘I need not tell you much more about our doings at Curlington;...Don’t you think it was awfully grand, even if so dreadfully wicked, as people would say if they knew? Do you know, Fred, I am longing to see you take the impudence out of the chambermaid at the hotel, as I believe she is as knowing as she looks.’

Taking the form of candid letters, Frank divulges what occurred on his wedding night and the following day. His wife, suspecting that her husband knows the true nature of her chastity, proceeds to reveal in poetical form the manner of her fist rutting. This revelation has quite the affect on young Frank and, rather than shun her as perhaps those lesser understanding men would, he embraces her for the libertine that she is and actively encourages her to reveal more tales of licentiousness.

What follows is a recollection of the most debauched kind, where nymphet Sapphists peruse lewd literature, and where guardian Harry takes the naughtiest of liberties. From lesbian tribadism and gamahuching to group-manèges and exquisite seductions, all told in a wonderfully graphic prose that leaves little to the imagination.

This rarely seen gem of Victorian Erotica brims with a passionate energy which perfectly captures a new couple discovering their deepest secrets and revelling together in their darkest desires. Very naughty indeed.