Let me be explicit from the outset. I do not think you'll like it. The lords and ladies envied disgust. You will not like at all! Do not you like me now and you'll like even less afterwards. Lord, a warning: I'm ready for anything! At any time! What is merit or demerit, this is now difficult to say. However, it is certain that a rake! I will continue to walk, to try burning passions. Not doletevene, would cause you grief! Draw conclusions according to the distance at which you terrestrial themselves to put the language under your skirts. Gentlemen, do not despair. I'm ready for anything, yes! The same warning also applies to you! Quench your squalid erections! Because when you'll see an embrace of what you are able. Then I'll know if you come minus my expectations. I wish to fuck, imagining that your secret lover is watching you in secret. To experience the same feelings that I have tried, and I feel. And ask: was this the same thrill that he felt? Will know, something more intense? Or is there a wall of misfortune against which all hit my head on that bright, eternal moment? That is all. That is my prologue. No rhyme. No decoration. It was not what you expected I hope! I am John Wilmot. The second Earl of Rochester. And I have no, intention, to please you!
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