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The women began to dress, some where they had slept, some in the other room. We went down to Lord A\u2026, and awakened him. He went upstairs, and bawled out to the housekeeper (he had rang the bell violently several times without her appearing). \u201cMake us some tea directly\u201d, said he. She answered, \u201cI shan\u2019t,-make it yourself.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll dismiss you if you don\u2019t.\u201d \u201cI ain\u2019t going to make tea for prostitutes\u201d, said she, \u201cand we are not going to keep in such a house.\u201d Fred said the wine was bad, or his head would not ache so. A\u2026 said Fred knew nothing about wine. Mabel who had heard what the housekeeper said, bawled out that she would go up, and tear her eyes out. The free-fucking tone was gone, each man seemed jealous, and spoke harshly to his woman. At a remark of Marie\u2019s, Lord A\u2026 told her to go to another room. No, she should not till Mabel was out of the house. Mabel not quite sober, told me I had better go home with Laura. Fred said Laura would go home with him. Laura was quiet, and tried to get Fred to leave with her, and told Mabel she would be better if she took less liquor. At length we separated. We four were going to the same house, but went in separate cabs, then to our own rooms, and had breakfast separately there, \u2014 a thing we never had done before. We always lived in Laura\u2019s apartments, and shared the expenses.<\/p>\n<p>After breakfast Mabel and I went to bed, late in the day we awakened. I was refreshed, for then a long sleep restored me from any excess. Although I did not like Mabel\u2019s behaviour, and did not care about her having had the other men as I thought, yet it annoyed me; but it had the effect of giving me a strong lech for her for some time. I used to think as I fucked her, of my prick rubbing where Freds and Lord A\u2026\u2019s had rubbed. It delighted me to say, \u201cShould you know it was my prick if you had just awakened?\u201d \u2014 \u201cDid his hurt you, when he pushed like this ?\u201d-shove,&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">shove, \u2014\u201dTell me how Fred goes just before he spends.\u201d We used to fetch each other by talking over that night; but she did not recollect very clearly, and declared she was sure I had not had her, although I certainly had her once that night, and when the spunk of Lord A\u2026 and Fred\u2019s was in her. It used to horrify me when I thought of that, such was my masculine inconsistency then.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 367\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>We all four dined together, but were a little reserved until wine was in us, then we laughed about the night; but Laura saying we had better forget it, we agreed not to talk about it again, nor did we with the women. Fred and I used often to do so, he never seemed so happy as when he was asking me, if Laura was not a damned fine fuck, but directly I said yes, he was silent.<\/p>\n<p>The frolic brought about a great deal of mischief. Lord A\u2026\u2019s housekeeper and maid left that day, they would not stop. I dare say they had seen and heard enough to tell them the games we were up to, for we were not particular about shutting doors. Lord A\u2026 regretted the cook, because she was such a good one. She told the valet, and soon after he was insolent to Lady A.. ., so Lord A\u2026 kicked him out. <b><i>He summoned A\u2026 before a magistrate for an assault, and A\u2026 was fool enough not to compromise it. The man told a lot. The owner of the house gave Lord A\u2026 notice to quit, he and Lady A\u2026 went to lodgings, and the publicity embroiled Lord A\u2026 still more with his family.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>Neither was the friendship between us all quite the same. Laura and Mabel quarrelled. Lord A\u2026 would not let his mistress visit them unless he was with her, Laura would never leave Mabel in the room alone with Fred. Occasionally we still dined together, and went to the theatre. One night when we had had much wine, we joked about the night, and the women got quarrelling. Laura said the affair was disgraceful, and had it not been for Mabel, it never would have happened. Mabel bounced off to her own rooms. Soon after I took separate lodgings for Mabel. There she was always in tears, if I left her long, and if away a day or two, she wanted to know if I had been with Laura. Lady A\u2026 visited Mabel, and was frightened to let her Lord know it. Then Lord and Lady A\u2026 quarrelled, he had the clap, and gave it to his mistress. Fred and I were always excellent friends, and at some annoyance through the women, suggested we should go to Paris, and leave them alone in London.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 368\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Before going I met Lady A\u2026 walking out, who asked me in, in saying Lord A\u2026 would be glad to see me. As I had not quarrelled with him, I thought a chat might heal our coolness. When indoors, she called out to him, and professed to be surprised at his not being there. If I would wait, he would be in soon. We got nearer and nearer to each other on the sofa, began talking about the free-fucking night, of the good aim she had made with the bunch of grapes on Fred\u2019s balls, as he stood on his head. We got very lewd, I kissed her, she me. Would she know it was I who was up her, if I came in in the dark to her? She could not say, but should know it was not A.., \u2014 a beast. \u201cBeast, why? \u2014 have you quarrelled?\u201d Then she told me that A\u2026 was often drunk, and stayed away from her for days. \u201cHe has got a disease from a beastly gay woman, and hasn\u2019t slept with me for weeks.\u201d \u201cAnd not had you?\u201d \u201cOf course not.\u201d \u201cOh! don\u2019t you want it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo wonder if I do.\u201d At once I put my hands up her petticoats, felt her nice plump thighs, my fingers rub-bed on the smooth quim. \u201cOh ! don\u2019t\u2014 I can\u2019t bear it.\u201d I pulled out a stiff prick, and put it into her hand, we toyed with each other\u2019s genitals for a minute, then she sunk back on the sofa, I on her, and we copulated.<\/p>\n<p>I stayed the whole evening with her, fucking at intervals. A\u2026 did not come back. I am sure she knew he would not, and had asked me in because she wanted me to have her. She did not tell me she had had the clap, nor I her,-it was Mabel who had told me.<\/p>\n<p>She hinted she should like to meet me again, and I made some half-sort of promise, but never did. Mabel became more and more expensive, discontented, lusty, and quarrelsome, and she was not clean. She would feel my wet prick after it had left her cunt, and then cut bread and butter without washing her hands. We had rows, and I left her, giving her a handsome sum of money. Laura said she had gone back to Plymouth with Lord A\u2026, who had left Lady A\u2026 Then Fred, I and Laura were just as we used to be. He seemed to have forgotten everything, and I never presumed on having poked Laura. We went to Paris, leaving Laura in London with her sister, who came up to stay with her, \u2014 a nice girl.<\/p>\n<p>Though short of money now, Fred and I at Paris took no heed, but rattled away as if our purses were inexhaustable. His furlough was nearly up. We had no end of women. \u201cOld *** (naming a relative) will leave you all his money\u201d, said he, \u201che\u2019s fond of you, and has no one else to leave it to.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 369\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I and all my family thought that; my mother had repeatedly warned me that he was discontented with my goings on; but I counted on his love for me, love since I was a baby; so I played at Paris a jolly game, regardless of money.<\/p>\n<p>When I came back from Paris, I tried to retrench, but found it all but impossible. I got rid of Mabel, spent five shillings for my dinner, where I used to spend twenty, went to live with my mother, put down my horses and carriage, and discharged my man and grooms. But as I diminished my amusements and extravagances generally, so I seemed more and more to need women. My cock stood all day, and half the night. Women I had by dozens. I tried to reduce their fees, and did to a little extent, but for some years I had been accustomed to a liberal expenditure in that article and though to a country girl I could give five shillings, to a Londoner I could only give gold, and never refused more if they pleased me, and were not satisfied.<\/p>\n<p><b><i>Fred then went abroad to his regiment.<\/i><\/b> He made arrangements for Laura to have a small income, not a tenth of what she had had, but enough to keep her in a quiet way. I at first was to pay it to her. She was to have it as long as she remained steady, and he hoped she would go home, hoped she would keep steady till his return, \u2014 <b><i>his return which was not probable in less than seven years at the least.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>One night when together, we laughed at the absurdity of expecting it. \u201cWalter, is it probable that a fine woman She that will be content with frigging herself?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cShe will be fucked, \u2014 I would if I were she, \u2014it\u2019s a shame to wish her to go without fucking. If I were married to her, she would go with me, <b><i>but a man can\u2019t take a mistress to India,<\/i><\/b> he could not live with her, and all the regiment would be smelling at her tail, \u2014 she will be fucked, and I can\u2019t help it.\u201d Tears stood in his eyes. \u201cYou give her a grind old boy, if she must have it, I\u2019d rather you did it than any one, and it will keep her quiet. You have had her,-do you recollect that night? \u2014 oh ! God, what a spree ! I never had such a spree before in my life, and never shall again.\u201d I said I would take care of her as if a sister, as to having her, he might dismiss such an idea from his head, and I meant what I said. <b><i>He went abroad, and was killed in battle.<\/i><\/b> I loved him.<\/p>\n<p>Laura went into humbler lodgings, I saw her often, but never made the slightest advances. Soon she could not make her money do. Her mother&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">came up to stay with her, and she had then partly two to keep. She dressed plainer, sold or pawned her best things, told me all, and how it was impossible to make the money do. Then I made her a present, she kissed me, and that set my blood boiling. Her mother wanted her to go back to the country, I advised it also; it was agreed she should, and her mother went back. A day or two afterwards I called on her, she got me a chop for dinner, and sent for wine. We talked about Fred, she cried about him, I kissed her to comfort her, she kissed me again as we sat on the sofa, my arm went round her, I pulled her hand on to my shoulders; and that spree at Lord A\u2026\u2019s came into my head.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 370\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cYou miss a bed-fellow Laura, don\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cOh! no, but I miss poor Fred, he was so kind.\u201d \u201cDo you recollect that night?\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t mention it, I am ashamed of it,-oh ! don\u2019t look at my boots, they are so shabby now.\u201d I had began at the ankles, as I always did, it was on the road. \u201cYou are not so stout as you were my dear.\u201d \u201cThere is not any difference in me.\u201d I pinched her thighs outside her clothes. \u201cAll! I\u2019m no thinner there I\u2019m sure.\u201d \u201cLet me feel.\u201d \u201cOh! now don\u2019t,\u2013it\u2019s a shame.\u201d \u201cMy darling, you are as smooth and plump as ever,-I know the feel of those beautiful thighs, I\u2019ve laid on them.\u2019 Soon my hand was between them, my finger on the clitoris. \u201cPoor Fred\u201d, said she still crying, her head on my shoulder. In another instant her hand was round my prick, her thighs open, my hand restless, and roving all about her cunt. \u201cLay down.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cIt won\u2019t hurt him poor fellow, he is far away.\u201d For a few minutes we coaxed and fondled, kissed and cried, saying it was not fair, and we never would. Then cock and cunt getting hotter and more sensitive, I pushed her flat on the sofa, and we fucked ecstatically. Rising she sat looking at me, her clothes half-way up her thighs, I looking at her with my wet prick hanging its head. Then we hugged, kissed, and did it again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was to be\u201d, said she (as if poking her was fate). \u201cQuite true dear, but let\u2019s go to the bed, the sin is no greater if we do it ever so many times.\u201d Into bed we got, and there I think we laid for sixteen hours. Laura was, a lovely bed-fellow. I had a good look at the hair on her cunt, it was very long, curled round, and completely hid her cunt, even when standing with her legs slightly open; and when she pissed, she left drops of piddle on the hair. On her that bush was handsome, but very long hair is not generally handsome on a cunt, and I have disliked it on others; but it is not often found. I am describing here what I saw more coolly, and often&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">on future occasions rather than what I saw and recollect of her cunt, on that night of exhausting pleasure.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 371\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I had now but little money to spare, but gave her a little from time to time, and a great deal of bum-basting. One day she said, \u201cI\u2019m in misfortune again.\u201d She was in the family way, had been so before by Fred, but had managed a miscarriage. She now got one, but was seriously ill, and sent for her mother, and when she got better she went home. I sent Fred\u2019s money to her there for some time, then she wrote me to send it to a post-office, and afterwards to send no more, as she was going to be married. She hoped I would never tell Fred, that I would burn her letters, and if I ever saw her, would not notice her. I never saw her again. She wrote to Fred about her marriage, and he was delighted at it, as well as at saving his money. I have finished her history, so far as it was connected with me; and must now take up my narrative at a time before this.<\/p>\n<p>Friends were going to Paris, I went with them, and a jolly loose time we had for a few weeks. I made acquaintance with six or eight of the best baudy houses, and had women galore. Theatres, excursions, high- feasting, unlimited whoring were the characteristics of my trip. I returned empty in pocket, and knocked up with copulating, yet had had none of the excitants with women that I have had there since. I rushed at cunt directly I saw it; my physical enjoyment was so intense, that I could not dally with my prick, but let it satisfy itself as soon as it liked. The varieties that Camille had given me left no taste for them. Cunt, belly, and thighs, seen, felt, and fucked in regular fashion, was my delight. Heaps of bills met me on my return. The thought of becoming bankrupt horrified me. I disposed of my remaining property, paid all, and was left with a few hundred pounds. I pass now over a short time of which there is nothing to be said, but that I was economical in all but women.<\/p>\n<p>My remaining guardian and my mother had been always at me with advice, which I entirely disregarded, and flung away money in all directions. Had I only spent it on women it would have lasted years longer. That which women had I do not regret, they have been the greatest joy of my life, and are so to every true man, from infancy to old age. Copulation is the highest pleasure, both to the body and mind, and is worth all other human pleasures put together. A woman sleeping or&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">waking is a paradise to a man, if he be happy with her, and he cannot spend his money on anything better, or so good.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 372\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Soon after, almost dependent again on my mother, who did nothing but upbraid me, my hopes centered in my old relative, who had promised to make me his heir. He was not so gracious to me as he used to be; he murmured at my extravagance, and supposed that any money I had would go down the same sink, by which he meant women. He died suddenly, just as he was in greatest wrath with me, and left me nothing.<\/p>\n<p>All hopes were dashed to the ground. Laura was my consolation till she left. For a year of my life I was needy and discontented, but not so miserable as I was fated to be. I pass over that period, there was not much in the amatory line to tell of. Fucking is a commonplace thing, the prince and the beggar do it the same way, it is only the incidents connected with it that are exciting. Voluptuous, reckless, youth and beauty together, make the vulgar shoving, arse-wagging business poetical for the time, but it is animalism.<\/p>\n<p>Then I committed a more fatal error than spending a fortune in jollity; what it was will be guessed, it is only referred to here to connect my history.<b><i> I was then in my twenty-sixth year.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<p>I add a few observations which on reading this written many years ago, seems now needful to explain even to myself.<\/p>\n<p><b><i>Most of my relatives lived in the provinces<\/i><\/b>, and were wealthy. We visited each other periodically, but distance (there were few railways then) prevented them from entering into my daily life, still less my secret life. <b><i>Fred\u2019s mother was nearest to us<\/i><\/b>, and as the episodes show, she and her family were most mixed up with my affairs. An aunt in London, childless and rich, gave me most money, and afterwards left me a good sum. I cared but little about those living at a distance. <b><i>With a cousin from the North<\/i><\/b> I had some rousing debauches, which were at the time known to many of my family. He is still alive, but pious, and with a large family, and would not like to know I am writing this. Jolly old Ben, I won\u2019t narrate our sprees, for you may live to read this, \u2014 who knows?<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 2 CHAPTER 15 Morning headaches. \u2022 An indignant housekeeper. \u2022 A saucy valet.-Consequences. \u2022 Fred leaves England. \u2022 Lady A\u2026\u2019s invitation. \u2022 Laura a widow. \u2022 Farewell Laura. \u2022 Adieu Mabel. \u2022 My guardian\u2019s remonstrances. \u2022 Parental advice. \u2022 Ruined. \u2022 Reflexions. \u2022 My relations. 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