I received a letter not long ago from a young woman who most emphatically asserted that she would never, never, never permit familiarities, and then most innocently says, “but it wouldn’t be wrong to imagine yourself enjoying the embrace of some certain one, would it?”
It is just this idea that there is no wrong in thought that weakens virtue’s fortress and render it easily demolished. Girls who would shrink from use of mechanical means to arouse sexual desire will permit themselves to revel in imaginary scenes of love-making with real or unreal individuals, or in mental pictures which arouse the spasmodic feelings of sexual pleasure, and yet be unaware that they are guilty of self-abuse.