Dear, dear Egbert--how shall I tell him about my forbidden desires?

Question

Underneath these lacy layers of petticoat lives a creature so full of longing that I dare not think of it lest I be overtaken by that demon lust. To the world and Egbert, I am a demure woman of means, living in the manor langorously, sipping at my pink lemonade in the depth of the stifling summer's warmth. But that is but an act; I care not for anything but to relieve this bothersome urge which has gathered forces within me and pleads release. Please guide me to a decorous solution, dear readers.

Answer 1

O'er the last bend of life, you shall find a solution to what you desire so, fair maiden.