If you'll permit me to loiter in the Victorian era for just a little longer, i can take you a bold step further than my last post, which regarded courtship and the gentlemanly art of seduction.
I feel that you may now be ready to face the topic of male and female arousal in those times when undergarments were not only heavily starched but constructed to greatly hinder moments of weakness rather than encourage them.
Then, as now, the male of the species was but a simple beast who thought little beyond dining extravagantly, dashing about in hansom cabs and observing the scullery-maid's bottom over the morning papers.
When inflamed, he cleared his throat excessively, rattled the ha'pennies in his pockets and displayed a marked stiffening of his upper lip.
The Victorian female was altogether more complex, mysterious and oblique in her arousal rituals, only revealing the subtle signs of extreme passion when her lover had been provoking her with his own for several hours or even days.
She fluttered her eyelashes as if bewitched, made untold pots of tea and sewed furiously. In her unbridled ardour, she also baked scones, made pots of jam, fiddled with her rings and coquettishly fingered her brooch.
All these wild and recklessly lustful rituals complete, the happy couple would then give into their almost animalistic instincts; extinguishing the candles, drawing the curtains and making toasted muffins together while the world outside slept in blissful ignorance of their devilish folly.
jackfrost
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exactly!!! and isn't that what we are still all doing? 
ah......its ages since I toasted muffins behind closed curtains....*sighs*
you should write a victorian playboy article