pleasure-drenched

Updated: July 11, 2026

And now, on his getting off she lay pleasure-drenched, and regorging its essential sweets; but quite spent, and gasping for breath, without other sensation of life than in those exquisite vibrations that trembled still on the strings of delight; which had been too intensively touched, and which nature had so ravishingly stirred with, for the senses to be quickly at peace from.

John Cleland - Memoirs Of Fanny Hill: A New and Genuine Edition from the Original Text (London, 1749)