Evan nodded a little. "Yeah, I'm sure people had sex in the Victorian era." he said. "Obviously or there wouldn't be people now. They were just a little less... vocal or expressive about it." he smiled. "At least in public."
"They didn't do it before marriage. At least the acceptable couples didn't. And women? Weren't supposed to enjoy it. They were just supposed to lay there and be receptacles," which she was certain why there was such an STD problem since prostitutes did not have that particular idea drilled into their minds... Anyhow.
"You gonna lay there and be a receptacle?" he teased. "Yeah, I don't think so. You'd... that's just wrong. That's the fun part of the whole thing. The girl having a good time." Evan said, brushing his fingers through her hair. "What fun is it if you just lay there?"
"I couldn't do it," she agreed, shaking her head a little but smiling. "It wasn't supposed to be fun back then. It was just for procreating. Like masturbating was supposed to make you go insane and the female orgasm was used only as a cure for hysteria." Alright, this conversation was getting way too information heavy and she tried to distract the floodgate that was her mouth by nipping a place on his shoulder.
"A cure for hysteria?" he said with a chuckle, sliding his hand down her body and between her thighs to brush across her clit. "Wanna cure some of your hysteria?" Evan whispered.
Her hips rolled towards his hand at that light touch and she made a small sound. Licking her lips (and thus in turn lightly licking his shoulder), she nodded, "Oh yes... Cure my hysteria. I clearly need another session."