{"id":1374,"date":"2022-08-18T17:34:18","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:34:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1374"},"modified":"2022-09-11T14:01:05","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T14:01:05","slug":"volume-three-chapter-fifteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1374","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Fifteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1374\" class=\"elementor elementor-1374\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-section-wrap\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-811d128 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"811d128\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-8dd3294\" data-id=\"8dd3294\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-40e6501 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"40e6501\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/1IFLphOIJYGuEJZSQIlgBN\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\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<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-50 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-c1d6fb9\" data-id=\"c1d6fb9\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-0161c10 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"0161c10\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"html.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/open.spotify.com\/embed\/album\/1eitr3SzOrlYnJd1hIymkp\" width=\"300\" height=\"380\" frameborder=\"0\" allowtransparency=\"true\" allow=\"encrypted-media\"><\/iframe>\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<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-1291eee elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"1291eee\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-3cd4de7\" data-id=\"3cd4de7\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-44ac14d elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"44ac14d\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 554\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 15<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Louisa Fisher. \u2022 Chaffing. \u2022 Her form and fucking. \u2022 A supper in bed. \u2022 A lascivious night \u2022 Meetings a fterwards. \u2022 Hannah\u2019s legs. \u2022 Intruders in the bed-room. \u2022 Louisa\u2019s voluptuousness. \u2022 Enceinte. \u2022 Her husband. \u2022 Her gentleman friend. \u2022 About herself. \u2022 Illness. \u2022 Mrs. A\u2026y.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I began to meet a Mrs. Fisher at the house very frequently; why she was more frequently there I did not know, and knew it was but of little use asking questions why.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I rather liked this lady. She came usually at one o\u2019clock, and had dinner with Hannah. At three o\u2019clock she went upstairs, was there about two hours, then came down and went away. At times she waited, had tea, and sometimes early supper; this was when she was expecting some one who did not come. I was told confidentially by Hannah it was a rich middle- aged clergyman. The ladies name was Mrs. Louisa Fisher, \u2014her christian name I have written truly, the surname is not. I do this lest she be alive still, and should read somehow this result of my doings with her at J\u2026s Street; she can\u2019t mistake if she reads these pages who it was.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After what Hannah had told me I could not help taking a great deal of notice of this lady, and began to lust for her, and of course took to talking to her about Sarah. She was nothing loth, and asked me curious, and at last down right indecent questions about her, but not in smutty language. Hannah when there used to laugh at the questions and my replies; they made my cock stand, which perhaps was what Louisa intended, or it may only have been curiosity without any hidden intention.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I imagine that the erotic incident in the parlour had been told to a good many gay ladies; it certainly had to Louisa Fisher, for one night after that I had been to enquire if Hannah had heard again from Sarah, and Hannah had mentioned Louisa, the following occurred. I had dined early, it was about half-past six, Louisa Fisher was there. \u201cStand us a glass of wine\u201d, said she. \u201cDo\u201d, said Hannah. \u201cDo\u201d, said another lady. \u201cHave you had dinner Mrs. Fisher?\u201d said I. \u201cNo, my friend\u2019s not been, \u2014 I\u2019m hungry, and Hannah is just going to cook me a chop.\u201d I myself\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">fetched a bottle of sherry, the chop came, Louisa ate it, and drank sherry; then I sent for brandy, we drank it mixed with water, and Hannah took some neat. I had began about Sarah as I always did. \u201cWell she was a beautiful model\u201d, said Hannah, but Mrs. X..A\u2019s leg was better to my mind.\u201d \u201cLook how he\u2019s blushing\u201d, said Louisa. \u201cWhy should I blush?\u201d They both laughed. \u201cOh! oh ! oh ! don\u2019t I know what you did when you saw her legs.\u201d I was then that odd mixture of baudiness and modesty, that I was just as likely to be bold as to be shame-faced, when a woman spoke to me about anything carnal; and now was confused and half- ashamed. \u201cLord how he\u2019s blushing\u201d, said Hannah, and she left the room to look after business, she usually put her head out when the street-door opened, if a servant was not in the way on the ground-floor.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 555\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Louisa laughed. \u201cI know all bout it\u201d, said she, \u201cshe was a fine woman.\u201d After I had got over the stupid bashfulness which I had for the moment, I went (as usual with me) to the extreme of baudy boldness. \u201cYes\u201d, said I laughing, \u201cI wish it had been spilt in her cunt, instead of on the carpet.\u201d \u201cOh ! for shame\u201d, said Louisa, \u201cwell it was waste, was it not, \u2014 it might have made two people happy, \u2014 did you really spend without frigging it?\u201d \u201cYes I did.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got close to Louisa on the sofa to speak with her about the event, to hear from her lips what had been told her. She said not a word, but my face was close to hers, we looked into each other\u2019s eyes for a minute, lust was on both. I put my arm round her, pulled her towards me, and kissed her. She returned it, our lips were glued together. \u201cYou\u2019ve got a fine leg Hannah says.\u201d \u201cDoes she?\u201d \u201cYes,-let me see it.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cYou only care about Sarah.\u201d I made no reply, but went on kissing lecherously, put one hand down, and going on kissing pulled her clothes up to her knees. She stopped me there. \u201cOh ! how round, how nice, how lovely your leg is.\u201d \u201cNow be quiet, Hannah will be in.\u201d I ceased looking, but my hand slipped higher up, my fingers were inside the satiny wet lips, and my mouth was glued to hers, as Hannah came back.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We resumed a decent posture. Hannah laughed, \u201cLord why don\u2019t you two go upstairs?\u201d said she, \u201cyou want each other, \u2014 why don\u2019t you go? \u2014 the first-floor front\u2019s empty.\u201d \u201cCome\u201d, said I to Louisa pulling her. She rose instantly. Hannah was a really good soul, she liked to make people happy, and to set them fucking; I have seen it in a dozen instances.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 556\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Without another word we went upstairs, I threw her on the bedside, pulled up her clothes, and opened a magnificent pair of thighs. \u201cLet\u2019s go to bed\u201d, said she. \u201cVery well.\u201d We both undressed like lightning without a word passing, and stood, she in chemise, I in shirt in a trice. \u201cLet\u2019s get in naked.\u201d Without reply she drew off her chemise as I pulled off my shirt, and the next minute naked in each other\u2019s arms we were fucking in a warm bed, not a word of conversation passing till we had spent, those moments are so soul-absorbing in their lasciviousness.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh! how quick we\u2019ve been, \u2014 lay still.\u201d With mutual consent we kept together in fleshy conjunction, I nestled my balls up her, she tightened her cunt to stimulate my shrinking organ. But little stimulus was needed, our spend had only made us want it again, we had scarcely rested ere we recommenced fucking, and again we spent before my prick had uncunted. How lovely, how exquisite is the reminiscence! What equals the pleasure of a man and woman pleased with each other, thrilling with lust, when prick and cunt are joined, and they spend in each other\u2019s arms!<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Still she would not let me out of her, crossing her limbs over my thighs, drawing me closer to her by her hands, grasping my arse-cheeks, pulling the cheeks almost open, squeezing her cunt up to me, she kept me up her, kissing me, shoving her tongue towards mine, and saying I was a lovely poke, the first baudy words that dropped from her, I rubbing my belly up against hers till my balls almost lay between her fat cunt-lips, swabbing up the oozings of the sperm which ran out from her. And so we lay, kissing, tongue-sucking, and talking the stinging words of love and lust.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then as repose became a pleasure, and nature served us. \u201cOh I my God how wet you have made me\u201d, she said, \u201cit\u2019s all on the sheet.\u201d \u201cLet me feel.\u201d I fell on my side, she turned on hers towards me, and threw one leg over my haunch, I placed my hand on her cunt, and felt the sperm, wetting my hand, whilst she grasped my slippery prick. \u201cFeel how wet your prick is\u201d, I put my hand there, and every hair on my prick was plastered against my belly; then hand on cunt, and hand on prick we both dozed off.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I awakened we were still face to face, Louisa asleep with a hand under my balls. I pulled down the clothes to look at her naked body: the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">gas was burning brightly, I saw splendid breasts; down went my hand to her cunt, I groped it, she awoke, and without a word turned on to her back, and I on to her belly. Whilst couched easily on to that broad belly, and lying between her ample breasts, and steadied by her large thighs, my prick lying down against her gap, kissing and sucking each other\u2019s mouths, she glided her hand down, and introduced my pendulous doodle to her randy cunt, and again we fucked. We were mad for it, neither of us uttered a word, till she cried out, \u201cOh ! I\u2019m coming, \u2014 my God, \u2014 ah !\u201d And then we spent, and went fast asleep again, exhausted with the pleasure.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 557\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We were awakened by a knock. \u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d \u201cHannah.\u201d \u201cWhat do you want?\u201d \u201cAre you going to stop all night?\u201d \u201cNo\u201d, said I jumping out of bed, \u201cwhat o\u2019clock is it?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s half-past twelve.\u201d \u201cCome to bed\u201d, said Louisa. In I jumped. \u201cOh ! I\u2019m so hungry\u201d, said she, \u201chow I should like some oysters.\u201d \u201cSo should I, \u2014 get up, and we\u2019ll go and have some before the shop closes.\u201d \u201cNo, stop here, Hannah will get them.\u201d I agreed, ordered them, and we went on twiddling each other\u2019s privates, I recollect the feel of hers at this very moment, it was like a paste-pot.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had never seen her person yet. The throwing her on to the bed, and lifting her clothes, her stripping, and jumping into bed had\u2013been so rapid, and so randy had both of us been, so anxious to copulate, that I had had no time to look, to contemplate, to enjoy her with my eyesight. Now off went the bed clothes. \u201cLet\u2019s look at your cunt.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t till I\u2019ve washed.\u201d \u201cNo now.\u201d I pulled one thigh. \u201cNo you dirty dog, \u2014 it\u2019s not nice.\u201d She jumped out of bed, and washed her quim, I my prick, we pissed, and then she threw herself on the bed, and delivered her body up to me. When I had had a quarter of an hour\u2019s investigation, she amused herself with looking and pulling my prick about, waiting for our supper.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was a very fine tall woman, stout and well-built. She said she was twenty-four, but I believe she was thirty. She looked less stout with her clothes on than when she was undressed, for I was much surprised to see how very big she was when naked. She had a very big arm, her thighs and legs were very big as well. Hannah was right about it, the entire legs were grand, but had not the exquisite curves of Sarah Mavis\u2019. Her bum was proportionate to her thighs, her waist was not nearly small enough, her breasts were very large, and beautifully placed, and beautifully solid; her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">face was large and common-place, she had grey eyes, and lightest auburn hair, immense in quantity, which was pleasing, though not handsome; it was not a face which in the streets would have attracted me. Her teeth were good. The hair on her cunt, which was thick-lipped and pouting, was also of a lightish auburn, not by any means a colour to my taste when between the thighs, \u2014so many women\u2019s cunts are furnished with that col-Our. It was thick, longish, soft in feel, large in quantity, an\u2019 spread half-way up to her navel, and square across her belly to the line of her thighs. I guessed it a thirty year old cunt from that. She was a lovely fucker, and though her cunt was a large one inside and out; the prick was well clipped by it, and kept in when its business was done. There was such room to lie on her between her thighs, and all seemed so well placed to hold a man, that I often thought of her in after time when fucking Sarah, who was the very reverse; who always made me bend my back when fucking, and from whose quim my prick would always slip, unless we both made some effort to retain it after I had spent. Sarah rarely did that, hating the muck. Indeed when Sarah was randy, and wagged her arse as she did violently, all of a sudden just before she spent, she often threw my stiff prick out, which set me off damning and cursing till it was up her again.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 558\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The oysters came, and champagne with them, we went to bed again, and sat in chemise and shirt to eat them, said I, \u201clet\u2019s have another fuck naked again\u201d, for the touch of her large fleshy body to mine had entranced me, and thus we fucked. Another doze. \u201cUlloh ! why it\u2019s three o\u2019clock, \u2014 I must be off.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t go deal, \u2014 stop all night.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t, \u2014 they will think I am ill.\u201d \u201cSo they will me, but I can\u2019t go home, I live too far off, \u2014 do stop all night with me, there\u2019s a darling\u201d, said she.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Instead of a doze we had slept two hours. I at times stopped out all night, and never without saying I in-tended to do so, but I was tired and sleepy. \u201cOh! don\u2019t go.\u201d I put on my shirt. \u201cWell let\u2019s have another poke before you go, \u2014 the champagne has made me so randy.\u201d It had also operated on me. I looked, there were her breasts naked just peeping above the bed-clothes, one arm out, the hand under her head, the big white fleshy arm, and the thick sandy brown hair in the armpits. \u201cCome\u201d, said she uncovering to her knees. Off went my shirt, and jumping into bed the thighs received me, the voluptuous tongue and round, soft, wet lips glued themselves on to mine again, and heaving gently we were already on the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">way to another spend. My God what work, what prolonged pleasure ! \u2014I forgot Sarah Mavis, and every other woman that night in the arms of Louisa. In baudy amusement we passed the whole night together, and I awakened at ten the next morning with the need of going as fast as I could to shit.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 559\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I came back, washed, and we fucked again; .then she went as she said to speak to Hannah, whom I knew was a bed at that time; she went I knew to empty her-self, but I asked no questions. We had ham and coffee in bed, and more fucking, and about one o\u2019clock we rose and left. My finger must have smelt of cunt I should think for twenty-four hours afterwards, for I had scarcely left Louisa\u2019s cunt for eighteen hours; if my prick was not up her my fingers were, when not asleep. Whether spunk was in it or not was all the same, there was no objecting, she gave way to my insistence, and we lay at intervals, she feeling my prick, one of her legs placed over mine, and my hand between her thighs, both of us kissing, tongue-sucking, and scarcely talking. I barely recollect our talk at all, \u2014it was one long baudy night; how many times we fucked I can\u2019t say, but it was one of my great exercises. She was tired, and so was I, yet at the last moment, \u201cLet\u2019s try it again\u201d, I said \u201cNo, I\u2019m sore, and in pain\u201d, said she. I sometimes think my prick must have been nearly a dozen times up her, and when ramming stiff for a long time without spending she murmured, \u201cOh ! pray dear leave off.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We fucked in no other fashion than belly to belly, we were naked the whole night, and did nothing out-side the bed. When I had paid for the room, supper and breakfast, I only had a few shillings left. I told her. \u201cNever mind\u201d, said she, \u201cyou shall give me some money some day when I am hard up;\u201d so I paid her nothing then.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I recollect all this distinctly, I always do the incidents of a first night with a female. When I am accustomed to them, the more striking circumstances of our acquaintance remain in my memory. It seems to me that first night\u2019s incidents will always remain fresh in my recollection, excepting the number of fucks; I recollect up to about half-a-dozen, then I lose count, there my memory of a first night alone fails me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I took a liking for Louisa. For nearly a year I had borne with the frigidity of Sarah and her tyranny, \u201cYou shall only do it once, \u2014 I won\u2019t, \u2014 I can\u2019t\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">wait, \u2014well go\u201d, were commands I had got accustomed to obey, had bowed to refusals to allow her secret charms to be looked at time after time, to have my prick ejected before the last injecting throb had been given. I liked the woman, doted on her exquisite form, liked the domesticity of sitting and reading to her, and at the same time just feeling her cunt whilst she laid on the sofa, because I liked her conversation, and because I was at times rewarded by rapturous delight when she abandoned herself body and soul to me, I submitted to all this. But I often rebelled, wished it was otherwise, and made up my mind to leave her for other women, yet did not. I have said all this before.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 560\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Now to have a splendidly made woman, who had as much pleasure with me as I had with her, was overwhelming. I forgot Sarah for a time, and longed for the repetition of the baudy, voluptuous hours I had had with the big armed, big-thighed Louisa, and counted the days till we met again. The instant I set eyes upon her we went upstairs. \u201cLet\u2019s get into bed.\u201d Then it was a race who undressed the first. \u201cNaked?\u201d \u201cYes naked.\u201d She laughed. \u201cLook at your thing\u201d, said she as sitting down she pissed. It was stiff as a poker; the next minute I was laying bedded on that soft fleshy form, and we were spending. What a fat, luscious, and grand cunt she had, though three fingers went up it easily.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then to my delight she threw up her limbs a little, and crossing them over me pressed her cunt close up to my willing cock-roots; and there we lay, my prick in her, my balls covering her arse-hole; whilst now and then she gripped my prick by muscular cuntal action. When her tongue touched mine, she sometimes ran her lithesome tongue over my teeth, or under my lips, and along my gums, \u2014 it was a peculiarity of hers. Then she would glue her wet lips to my wet lips, till our salivas mingled, and ran profusely, stimulating our lusts. Thus we enjoyed each other\u2019s bodies, till another fuck dissolved us, and separated our spunk soaked genitals; and she got up, washed, and went away sometimes in a great hurry.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon I grumbled at her going so, and she promised to stop a longer time. \u201cHave a shoulder of mutton\u201d, said she, \u201cand onion sauce, \u2014 I love it, \u2014 Hannah will cook it beautifully, \u2014 we will dine at two o\u2019clock, Hannah with us.\u201d So it came about; we three sat down to a shoulder. Louisa liked sherry, Hannah brandy; I brought both of fine quality, we gorged,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Hannah got slightly tight, observing Louisa and I caressing. \u201cAh !\u201d said she, \u201cI envy you, you two going to bed.\u201d \u201cWhy where is Jack?\u201d \u201cOh ! at Windsor, and I shan\u2019t have a bit for a month at least.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ll have to frig yourself\u201d, said I joking. \u201cThat\u2019s better than nothing, but I like the wetting best.\u201d Louisa laughed, and used afterwards to say to Hannah, \u201cHas Jack given you a wetting?\u201d Later on some other free ladies took up the joke, and Hannah\u2019s \u201cwetting\u201d became a bye-word among the circle of free, mercenary lovers.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 561\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Dinner over we hurried upstairs, and we went naked to bed. This was about half-past three; there we lay till eleven o\u2019clock at night, and had an oyster supper in bed. Hannah came up, and ate oysters with us whilst we were in bed together. We ate them out of the shells, and drank champagne, heard happy couples over head, and joked about it, talked about fine limbs, about Sarah\u2019s fine legs. \u201cShow us yours Hannah\u201d, said Louisa. Hannah without a word cocked one leg up against the bed, and drew up her petticoats to the top of one thigh. \u201cThere\u201d, said she, \u201cI am not ashamed of it.\u201d She had a fine leg, but was a very plain woman. She had shown her leg to me on the day of the leg-show, when I had spent involuntarily, as I have already told. We laughed and praised her leg. \u201cOh ! I\u2019m ashamed of you both\u201d, said Hannah dropping her petticoats, laughing, and hurrying out of the room. \u201cI know where his fingers are.\u201d She was right, Louisa was sitting up in bed, her legs half up, but covered, I half reclining by the side of her, had thrust my hand under the thighs, and was feeling her cunt.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Hannah left the room. We began fucking, I was on the top operating when the door opened, and a couple showed themselves. We heard a voice crying out, \u201cNot there Maam, it\u2019s occupied\u201d, and Hannah\u2019s sister rushing in ejected a man and woman who had entered before they saw a couple were in the bed. We were too far advanced to mind, I uncunted with the object of closing the door, but the servants having done so, we consummated and dozed off; nor was it till the servant came to say we ought to be careful, that I got up and bolted the door.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then began a regular meeting once a week, and sometimes twice. Money seemed no object to Louisa, she took what I gave, and never asked for more; once or twice she said, \u201cI want a bonnet dear, \u2014 give me one\u201d, \u2014 or a new pair of boots, or was hard up for a trifle, and then I gave her all I\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">could; but she had not in a couple of months as much as at the last period of my acquaintance with her, Sarah had from me in three days. But she let me spend money in oysters and champagne suppers, and early dinners, Guardsman Jack who had come back from Windsor, used often to get his fill. I once saw Jack in bed with Hannah, and his scarlet uniform on the chair; he turned himself round with his face to the wall when I entered. He had a thick head of black hair, which is all I saw. Louisa was a voluptuous poke, and enjoyed the fun as much as a woman could. I think, (but recollection on that point is not clear, when I come to comparison), that she was the nicest woman to lay on I ever had. I was slim, though far from a skeleton, and as I laid naked on her between her large breasts, and between her thighs slightly elevated (for she usually raised her legs, after we had fucked and she had recovered from her pleasure, or when I mounted her for preliminary dalliance), I could scarcely roll off of her with-out an effort. She had also when her pleasure was in-creasing, a movement of her whole body, and not of her cunt and backside alone; her breasts quivered with a gentle, perfectly natural motion, and I could feel her flesh moving and rubbing against mine from belly to neck in a way which stirred lust in me from the hair of my head to the soles of my feet; I seemed to feel all over her body at once, and it was most delicious. She had a lovely lasciviousness with her tongue. If my tongue was in her mouth when she spent, she al-most sucked it out of me, and the clipping of her cunt after my prick had been relieved from its stiffness I have already mentioned. Her length of arm enabled her to squeeze my balls when in various positions, and no woman ever let me pull her about and look at her cunt, whether it was clean or spunky, more freely than she did. With many it is evidently business, with her it seemed pleasure. She took a delight in all I did, even when I washed her cunt.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 562\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">(My pleasures however with her were of a simple kind. I had none of the varied erotic pleasures that I now know, the bum-hole and mouth were reserved for the enjoyment of my more matured years.) I should have seen her more frequently, but she would only come at the outside twice a week. No it was impossible, \u2014 she lived too far off. I tried to get out of Hannah some knowledge about her, but could not. One day only when fuddled she asked if I had heard she was married. \u201cYou mean\u201d, said I,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u201cliving with a man.\u201d \u201cNo really married, and been so for years, \u2014 oh I don\u2019t you tell her, \u2014 she\u2019ll cut the house if you do.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 563\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At the end of perhaps three months I was in bed with her; we had poked, reposed, and were in amorous dalliance, lying face to face, she with one limb over my haunch, so that I could feel her cunt well, she twiddling my somewhat exhausted prick. \u201cI have a surprise for you\u201d, she said. \u201cFor me, \u2014 what?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m in the family way.\u201d \u201cThe devil, \u2014 whose fault is that?\u201d \u201cNo one\u2019s fault, and perhaps no misfortune, \u2014 would you like a child?\u201d \u201cI? \u2014 why?\u201d (I had a presentiment of what was coming.) \u201cBecause it is yours.\u201d \u201cNonsense.\u201d \u201cIt is my dear, \u2014 I have felt certain of it for some time past, but waited to be quite sure before telling you.\u201d \u201cAre you quite sure?\u201d \u201cAs certain as I am that I shall die.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was flabbergasted, felt distressed, as if I had done her some harm that I could not repair, that I had injured her, and should cause her pain and annoyance. It was succeeded by a fear that I should have trouble through it, and expense that I could not afford. Then came the idea that she was selling me, putting a plant on me; that if she were with child it was another man\u2019s, not mine. Then came a belief over me that what she said was true, that her pleasure in my embraces was so real, so unlike that of the ordinary gay women, that the result might be due to me. Overwhelmed I lay quiet, confused with the tumultuous thoughts and feelings which rushed through my brain.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At length I said, \u201cAre you sure?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cIt may be your husband\u2019s\u201d (for Hannah\u2019s hints came to my mind). \u201cHe !\u2014he !\u2014the miserable, contemptible little wretch !\u2014he?\u201d She left off feeling my cock, raised her- self on her elbow, and looking at me said, \u201cWho told you I was married?\u201d \u201cNo one.\u201d \u201cSome one has.\u201d \u201cNo one, \u2014 but I have more than once fancied you were married by the difficulty I have in getting you to come to meet me when I want.\u201d \u201cSome one has told you.\u201d \u201cNo one has.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m a damned fool\u201d, said she, \u201cI dare say you know more than you say, \u2014 what do you know?\u201d \u201cNothing.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s your child, and no one else\u2019s, \u2014I\u2019m sorry I have told you, \u2014 say nothing more about it\u201d, \u2014 and she turned on her back. \u201cAre you married?\u201d \u201cOf course not, or I should not be in bed with you.\u201d \u201cSome man is keeping you perhaps.\u201d \u201cNo one is keeping me either\u201d, said she.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 564\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I could not keep quiet, so much was I excited, and thought of the man she met at J. . .s Street still, although she tried to hide that. I did not like to suggest it, for I had found out that any reference to him annoyed her, and I always avoided giving pain to any woman I had connection with; but the matter seemed so grave that I could not keep what was on my mind to myself, and as delicately as I could suggested him.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIt\u2019s not\u201d, said she fiercely, \u201cit can\u2019t be.\u201d \u201cWhy?\u201d \u201cYou are the only man who has spent in me for years.\u201d \u201cWhat\u201d, said I incredulously, \u201cno one had you?\u201d \u201cNo one has spent in me but you for years, \u2014 no one.\u201d I was staggered, but returned to the subject. \u201cNonsense Louisa, \u2014 how can you tell?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve told you why.\u201d \u201cWhy if you\u2019ve a husband, and if you have a friend who meets you, how can you be sure it\u2019s me?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI have no husband, and it\u2019s no friend, \u2014 if you don\u2019t believe it, I tell you on my oath, on my body and soul, and may I go to hell when I die, if it be not true, that no man has spent in me for years but you.\u201d \u201cNo man has fucked you !\u2014what do they do then?\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s no concern of yours, \u2014 but no man\u2019s stuff has ever been up me for quite two years but yours, \u2014 I\u2019m not going to say any more about it, \u2014 my business is not yours, \u2014 nobody has asked you to keep the child, \u2014you need not trouble yourself, \u2014 I\u2019m sorry I told you.\u201d She turned her bum to me, and began to cry; I tried to comfort her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThat will do\u201d, said she, \u201cgive me some oysters and champagne.\u201d I ordered them, then wanted another fuck. \u201cNo you shan\u2019t have it\u201d, \u2014 nor would she let me. The oysters and champagne made her more complaisant, but she was angry and snappish. After an-other fuck she got up and left me before her usual time, and I went away wondering at this, and at the number of women who had been, or who said they had been with child by me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon after she was loving, sad, and serious, was sorry I would not have liked the child, for it was certainly mine, but she would get rid of it. Then in the familiarity of a lewd man and woman naked in bed together, she told me a lot about herself.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was married, she lived with him and her mother, but loathed her husband. \u201cHe, \u2014 he the miserable wretch, \u2014 he touch me, the dirty beast I\u2014I\u2019d sooner die than let him\u201d, she cried, \u201cif he wanted even, \u2014 but he\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">does not want me, \u2014 what he wants he gets else-where, not with me\u201d, said she with strong emphasis. If she left him, she would have to support her mother alone, \u2014 perhaps it would come to that some day, \u2014 she was quite prepared for it. They ate and drank together when he was at home, but had not slept together for years. He kept the house comfortably enough, \u2014 perhaps he would so long as she took trouble about it, for he did not care so long as he got his food good. Yes she did meet a friend. It got her luxuries she could not get any other way; her husband knew she got money elsewhere, for she dressed in a way he must know his money would not enable her to do. He asked no questions, and did not care nor heed, nor seem to notice. That was pretty well all I ever got out of her. Hannah drunk, and talking to me one day said he was a very little man, and a brewer\u2019s clerk, \u201ca hop o\u2019 my thumb\u201d, she called him.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 565\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNever mind what my friend does\u201d, said Louisa, I\u2019ve known him some years, \u2014 he does something of course, he does not meet me for nothing, but I tell you he has never spent in me, \u2014 no man has spent in me for years but you.\u201d \u201cDo you frig your friend?\u201d \u201cIf you like, anything else you like, it\u2019s all the same, \u2014I\u2019m not going to say; but neither he nor any one else has spent in me, \u2014 no man\u2019s seed has been up me for two years or more. The first night you had me I spent first, you spent after; the next time as your seed touched me, I felt a shiver run right through me, and I got in the family way at that very instant, I\u2019m sure.\u201d Louisa was particular in her language, she never said \u201cspunk\u201d, \u2014 thought it a nasty word, \u2014 she always said \u201cseed\u201d, or \u201cstuff\u201d when she spoke of my sperm, \u2014 Sarah called it \u201cmuck\u201d.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Though I had had such lots of women, and had heard of most things, yet simple, straightforward fucking had engrossed me, I rarely had out-of- the-way lusts and letches, and I never thought to ask if her friend buggered or sucked her, or if she sucked him, or what little amusements they were up to. At all events she must have satisfied him some way, for he had known her she said some years. A man was likely to stick to Louisa, for she was a magnificent piece of flesh, from her neck to her ankles.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">So I believed Louisa, and felt interested in her belly beginning to swell, but did not want the young one, or the troubles of paternity, or to get her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">into trouble; besides I had no affection for her, though I liked fucking her better and better.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 566\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Louisa then was away ill; I saw her again when her womb was cleared out, and we took to fucking as usual. One day in baudy vagaries we had been posturing, and she straddled across my face, bringing her cunt right on to my mouth, and my nose to her bum, she had been asking me if I ever kissed Sarah in any way but the straight one. She began kissing my pego as she lay on the top of me, I kissed her buttocks, but took no hint, if any were intended. She was very heavy, and I noticed for the first time a strongish odour from her cunt which annoyed me; afterwards I used often to fancy she had a strong smell about her quim, and was fool enough to tell her so, which offended her; but we made it up.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After a little time she began asking me if I had not forgotten Sarah, \u2014 did I love her as much? \u2014 did I long to have her again? \u2014 did she (Louisa) not give me as much pleasure as Sarah? I had then got over my desolation a little, and only thought of Sarah and her exquisite form with a sigh, was annoyed that she had not written to me, and I began to confess to my-self, that for fucking, Sarah was not to be compared with Louisa. Then I began to wonder at my having been so infatuated, and let it out to Louisa one night. She said she wished I would keep her, three pounds a week, and she would make it do, and so on; and I began to think seriously about the matter, for the expenses at the baudy house were nearly that amount; and although my delicate senses had began to revolt at the strong smell of Louisa, yet her voluptuousness was enticing, and was making me actually constant to her. I had quite left off my Mulatto, Brighton Bessie, and one or two others of my queens.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Louisa was again taken ill, \u2014 the consequence of her miscarriage, and of the measures taken to bring that on I was told. She got worse and worse, and was in great danger; she never wrote to me, but often to Hannah, and her letters which I saw always referred to me affectionately; above all she wanted to know what ladies I had at J\u2026 s Street. Hannah winking at me used to say, \u201cI\u2019d like to know where you put it away now, \u2014 it\u2019s put somewhere.\u201d I had taken no women to that house; but laughing said I was chaste. Hannah did not believe that, so I said I frigged my-self. \u201cYou don\u2019t spill it about in that way\u201d, said she, \u201clet me feel it\u201d, \u2014 and she put her hand outside my clothes on to my tool. \u201cOho !\u2014oho !\u2014oho !\u201d said\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">she, for I stiffened. Then she brought me her accounts to cast up, and when it was done, \u201cI shall take a nap\u201d, said she, \u201cyou go now, for I expect Mrs and a strange lady\u201d (I had looked in casually that morning), \u2014and getting on to the bed she laid down showing her legs liberally, and looking at me all the time. \u201cGood bye\u201d, I said, and left; but have thought since that Hannah wanted me to have her. She never before or since looked at me in that way, nor behaved with such freedom when we were alone.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #571818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 567\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Her bed was as I have I think already told, in the front-parlour in J\u2026 s Street, and in an alcove, as many beds are in French hotels and houses; and when the curtains were drawn across it, the bed was entirely hidden.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">And then when without a woman at my command, and with a frequent need for one, another piece of luck befell me. The way had been paved for it before Louisa was so ill.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>\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 3 CHAPTER 15 Louisa Fisher. \u2022 Chaffing. \u2022 Her form and fucking. \u2022 A supper in bed. \u2022 A lascivious night \u2022 Meetings a fterwards. \u2022 Hannah\u2019s legs. \u2022 Intruders in the bed-room. \u2022 Louisa\u2019s voluptuousness. \u2022 Enceinte. \u2022 Her husband. \u2022 Her gentleman friend. \u2022 About herself. \u2022 Illness. \u2022 Mrs. A\u2026y. 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