anonymous 
Instruments of Pleasure 

‘I am a woman who for many years has attuned all my senses to one end–that my life should be a rich and tingling concerto of those pleasures so long coyly called libertine. I believe that you must learn the scales of lust before you can orchestrate the symphonies of life. So listen, dear reader, to my lesson, since I am convinced that for you as for me, the rhythms of the racing blood, the groans of passion, the creaking of bedsprings, or a lover’s whispers, are the sweetest music in the world….’