Caviceo spirted out his venerean exudation, and I felt irrigated by a burning rain…. Just as Caviceo slackened, I experienced a sort of voluptuous itch as though I were making water; involuntarily I draw my buttocks back a little, and in an instant I felt with supreme pleasure something flowing from me which tickled me deliciously. My eyes failed me, my breath came thick, my face was on fire, and I felt my whole body melting. “Ah! ah! ah! my Caviceo, I shall faint away”, I cried; “hold my soul—it is escaping from my body” ( M.Clasical Erotologia / Cap I, Of Copulation)
I were making water
My eyes failed me.
