She neared the farthest room of the shop and stopped by a bureau which was lit by a nearby window.
She started to browse the small pile of books left out to attract customers.
To one side, was a larger book, not new by its appearance and not arranged with the others, but rather hastily flung down.
She glanced at the cover, which told her it contained The Illustrations of Thomas Rowlandson.
Eugenia opened the book idly, her white kid gloves easing over the cover, assuming the pictures within would be observations of people and landscapes from an earlier age.
So she wasn’t surprised when her eye was met with figures from perhaps a generation or two ago, judging by the light muslin frocks of the ladies and the men’s tailcoats.
But to her astonishment rather than decorous countryside scenes, there was much flesh on display, both male and female and in a state of rampant carnality.
She shut the book abruptly.
She almost fled back down the dusty corridor to the safety of her husband’s side before she steadied herself.
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Opening a book is like opening a door in your mind, her beloved governess would say patiently, whenever her young charge found her studies too challenging.
So, gathering herself, she opened the book again, letting her curiosity overcome her prurience.
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‘Yes, the pictures are shocking,’ she thought to herself, but she was honest enough to admit that Gamman dating. they intrigued her too.
Some of the men depicted were young and handsome and others were caricatures, old and satirical satyrs.
However, all the women in the sensual revels were lovely, drawn with the sensual hand of a man who had clearly adored the female form.
Eugenia felt her cheeks colour as she perused page after page of such openly expressed sexuality.
She was glad her flushed face was hidden by her bonnet as she looked carefully at each clearly drawn illustration; muslin skirts raised, breeches flaps open, naked forms exposed.
She looked at the arresting figure of a beautiful, muscular man, his male member fully erect and drawn in detail explicit detail.
She looked at the exposed extremity and its rosy, bulbous tip with open interest.
Godfrey had always been the perfect gentleman when it came to marital relations.
She recalled her wedding night, seeing his nightshirt tented out below waist level before he blew out the lamp and how she had stifled a nervous giggle at the faintly ridiculous sight.
In the five years since, their lovemaking was similarly modest; always in the dark with their nightwear drawn up just enough to allow access.