{"id":1378,"date":"2022-08-18T17:34:57","date_gmt":"2022-08-18T17:34:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1378"},"modified":"2022-09-11T14:09:07","modified_gmt":"2022-09-11T14:09:07","slug":"volume-three-chapter-seventeen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1378","title":{"rendered":"Volume Three Chapter Seventeen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1378\" class=\"elementor elementor-1378\" 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-850551f elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"850551f\" 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-08455f2\" data-id=\"08455f2\" 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-5503d99 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"5503d99\" 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\/0mQlsRdb2iGhy91PmMu27i\" 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-90703c3\" data-id=\"90703c3\" 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-4f59e12 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"4f59e12\" 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\/5B3r0YfC9wrXrQUbGKKGZ7\" 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-df58e75 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"df58e75\" 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-35e05d1\" data-id=\"35e05d1\" 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-803600d elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"803600d\" 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=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px;\"><main style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><article style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\" data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2747\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div><section data-id=\"6a67387\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div style=\"width: 1083px;\" data-id=\"83697c8\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: #651818; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\" data-id=\"b6bbd60\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 576\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 3 CHAPTER 17<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>When are women most lewd. \u2022 Garters, money, and promises. \u2022 About my servant. \u2022 The neckerchief. \u2022 Armpits felt \u2022 Warm hints. \u2022 Lewd suggestions. \u2022 Baudy language. \u2022 Tickling. \u2022 \u201cFanny Hill\u201d. \u2022 Garters tried. \u2022 Red fingers. \u2022 Struggle, and escape. \u2022 Locked out. \u2022 I leave. \u2022 Baudy predictions, and verifications.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I have a confused recollection of thinking myself the next day an ass, for having missed a good opportunity of spermatising a fresh cunt; yet for some reason or another it must have been three days before I went to try my luck again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had about this time of my life began to frame intentions, and calculate my actions towards women; although still mostly ruled by impulse and opportunity in love matters. My philosophy was owing to experience, and also in a degree to my friend the Major, to whom some years before I had confided my having commissioned a French woman to get me a virgin. He was older, poorer, and more dissolute than ever, \u201cHe is the baudiest old rascal that ever I heard tell a story\u201d, was the remark of a man at our Club one night. Ask him to dinner in a quiet way by himself, give him unlimited wine, and he would in an hour or two begin his confidential advice in the amatory line, and in a wonderful manner tell of his own adventures, and give reasons why he did this or that, why he succeeded with this woman, or missed that girl, in a way as amusing, and instructive to a young listener, as could be imagined.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIf you want to get over a girl\u201d, he would say, \u201cnever flurry her till her belly\u2019s full of meat and wine; let the grub work. As long as she is worth fucking, it\u2019s sure to make a woman randy at some time. If she is not twenty-five she\u2019ll be randy directly her belly is filled, \u2014 then go at her. If she\u2019s thirty, give her half an hour. If she\u2019s thirty-five let her digest an hour, she won\u2019t feel the warmth of the dinner in her cunt till then. Then she\u2019ll want to piss, and directly after that she\u2019ll be ready for you without her knowing it. But don\u2019t flurry your young un, \u2014 talk a little quiet smut whilst feeding, just to make her laugh and think of baudy things; then when she has left table, get at her. But it\u2019s well,\u201d the old Major would say,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u201cto leave a woman alone in a room for a few minutes after she has dined, perhaps then she will let slip a fart or two, perhaps she\u2019ll piss, \u2014 she\u2019ll be all the better for the wind and water being out. A woman\u2019s cunt doesn\u2019t get piss-proud like a man\u2019s prick you know, they\u2019re differently made from us my boy, \u2014 but show any one of them your prick as soon as you can, it\u2019s a great persuader. Once they have seen it they can\u2019t forget it, it will keep in their minds. And a baudy book, they won\u2019t ever look at till you\u2019ve fucked them !\u2014oh ! won\u2019t they ! \u2014they would at church if you left them alone with it.\u201d And so the Major instructed us.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 577\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">About three days afterwards, taking a pair of garters, two small showy neckerchiefs, and Fanny Hill with me, I knocked at the door. \u201cOh! you!\u201d said she colouring up. \u201cYes, \u2014 is everything right?\u201d \u201cYes! all right, what should be the matter sir?\u201d She stood at the street-door holding it open, though I had entered the hall. I turned, closed the door, and caught hold of her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNow none of that pray sir, you insulted me enough last time.\u201d \u201cI could not help it, you\u2019re so lovely, it\u2019s your fault, \u2014 forgive me, and I won\u2019t do so any more, \u2014here is a sovereign, take it, kiss me, and make it up.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t want your money\u201d, said she sulkily. \u201cTake it, I give it with real pleasure, \u2014 what I had the other day was worth double.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI won\u2019t be paid for your rudeness, if that\u2019s what you mean.\u201d \u201cLord my dear I\u2019ve no occasion to pay for that, I took it without pay, \u2014 I wish I could get what I told you yesterday, \u2014 I\u2019d give ten times the sum.\u201d \u201cYou are going on again.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be foolish, \u2014take it, buy a pair of silk stockings.\u201d \u201cYour plump legs would look so nice in them\u201d, \u2014 and I forced her to put the money into her pocket.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I got her to the parlour, to sit down, to allow me to kiss her, and then to talk about me and my \u201cMissus\u201d, as she called her, a subject which seemed to excite her, for she began asking me question after question, and listened to all I said with breathless attention about my daily habits, rows, and fast doings. Once I stopped at some question. \u201cI won\u2019t tell you that.\u201d \u201cOh! do, \u2014 do.\u201d \u201cNo it\u2019s curious.\u201d \u201cDo, \u2014 do.\u201d It was about a pretty servant-girl whom I had noticed in my house. \u201cIt will offend you if I do.\u201d \u201cNo it won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cWell give me a kiss then.\u201d<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 578\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She kissed me. She had stood up a moment, now she sat down again by me on the sofa. I went on with my story, every now and then I stopped till she kissed me, it came to a kiss every minute, as I sat with my arm round her waist, talking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Said I, \u201cIt was a servant whom my wife turned out at a day\u2019s notice, \u2014 a pretty girl, \u2014 I had taken to kissing her, and then I nudged her somewhere you know. One night when she opened the door, I saw by the light that my wife was in our bed-room. \u2018Is your Mistress upstairs?\u2019 \u2018Yes sir.\u201dAnd the cook?\u2019 \u2018Yes.\u2019 Then I closed with her. \u2018Don\u2019t sir, Missus will hear.\u2019 I hugged her closer, shoved her up against the wall, got my hand on to her cunt, felt her, and gave her half a sovereign. How delicious it was to get the fingers on to the wet nick of that pretty girl, and say, \u2018How I should like to fuck that Mary.\u2019 \u201d I told it in words like that to Jenny, and she sat listening. At the word \u201cfuck\u201d up she got.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou are a going on rude again.\u201d \u201cYou asked me.\u201d \u201cNot for that.\u201d \u201cBut that\u2019s what I had to tell, what you kissed me to tell.\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t think you would say rude things.\u201d \u201cSit down, and I\u2019ll tell you without rude words.\u201d And so I did, telling all over again with additions, but instead of saying \u201ccunt\u201d, \u201cfuck\u201d, and so on, said, \u201cI got my hand you know where\u201d, \u2014 \u201cand then she let me you know what\u201d, \u2014 \u201cshe was frightened to let me do, you guess what I wanted.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLuckily though she foolishly told her fellow-servant, she did not say who had been feeling her. That sneak told my wife, who told me about it, or all she knew, and said she could not keep such an improper girl in the house as that. \u2018But the other servant may have told a lie to spite her.\u2019 \u2018Perhaps, but I\u2019ll turn her out too\u2019, \u2014 and so she did, both left.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Thus I talked to jenny till I expect her quim was hot enough; then said I, \u201cHere is a pretty neckerchief, \u2014put it on.\u201d \u201cOh! how pretty.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t give it you unless you put it on.\u201d She went to the glass and unbuttoned the top of her dress, which was made to button on the front. I saw her white fat bosom, she threw the kerchief round the neck, and tried to push it down the back. \u201cLet me put it down, \u2014 it\u2019s difficult.\u201d She let me. \u201cYou are not unbuttoned enough, it\u2019s too tight.\u201d She undid another button, I pushed down the kerchief, and releasing my hand as I stood at the back of her, put it over her shoulder, and down in front, pushing it well under her left breast. \u201cOhl what a lovely breast you have, \u2014 let me kiss it.\u201d<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 579\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A shriek, a scuffle; In the scuffle I burst off a button or two, which exposed her breast, and getting my hand on to one of the globes began feeling and kissing it. Then I slid my hand further down, and under her armpit. \u201cOh ! what a shame, \u2014 don\u2019t, \u2014 I don\u2019t like it.\u201d How lovely, \u2014 kiss, kiss, \u2014 oh ! Jenny what a lot of hair I can feel under here.\u201d \u201cOh !\u2014 screech, \u2014 screech, \u2014 oh ! don\u2019t tickle me, \u2014 oh !\u2014oh l\u201d, \u2014 and she crouched as women do who can\u2019t bear tickling. I saw my advantage. \u201cAre you ticklish?\u201d \u201cYes, \u2014 oh !\u2014(screech, \u2014 screech), \u2014 oh ! leave off.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Instead of leaving off I tickled harder than ever. She got my hand out, but I closed on her, tickling her under her arm, pinching her sides, and got her into such a state of excitement, that directly I touched her she screeched with wild laughter; the very idea of being touched made her shiver. We were on the sofa, she yelling struggling whilst I pinched her, she trying to get away from me, but fruitlessly; I buried my face in her breasts which were now largely exposed, and she fell back I with my face on her, and holding her tight. Then I put one hand down, feeling outside for her notch; that stopped her screeching, and she pushed me off as she got up.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I soothed her, begged pardon, spoke of the hair in her armpits, wondered if it was the same colour that it was lower down. Now she shammed anger, boxed my ears, and we make it up. I produced the garters. \u201cOh! what a lovely pair.\u201d \u201cThey\u2019re yours if you let me put them on.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cLet me put on half-way up.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cJust above the ankle.\u201d \u201cNo, my stockings are dirty.\u201d \u201cNever mind.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d Then she made an excuse, said she must see to something, and left the room. I thought she was going to piddle.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She came back. I found afterwards she had been out to lace up her boots, they were untidy. It was coquettishness, female instinct, for she wanted the garters, and meant to let me try them on, though refusing. \u201cWhere do you garter, about knee?\u201d \u201cI shan\u2019t tell you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve seen, \u2014 let me put them on below the knees.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cThen I\u2019ll give them to another woman who will let me.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d I threw the garters on to the table after some fruitless attempts. I was getting awfully lewd with our conversation.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDo you like reading?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cPictures?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ve a curious book here.\u201d \u201cWhat is it?\u201d I took the book out. \u201cThe Adventures of Fanny Hill.\u201d \u201cWho was she?\u201d \u201cA gay lady, \u2014 it tells how she was seduced, how she had\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">lots of lovers, was caught in bed with men, \u2014 would you like to read it?\u201d \u201cI should.\u201d \u201cWe will read it together, \u2014 but look at the pictures\u201d, \u2014 this the fourth or fifth time in my life I have tried this manoeuvre with women. I opened the book at a picture of a plump, leering, lecherous- looking woman squatting, and pissing on the floor, and holding a dark- red, black-haired, thick-lipped cunt open with her fingers. All sorts of little baudy sketches were round the margin of the picture. The early editions of Fanny Hill had that frontispiece.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 580\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was flabbergasted, silent. Then she burst out laughing, stopped and said, \u201cWhat a nasty book, \u2014 such books ought to be burnt.\u201d \u201cI like them, they\u2019re so funny.\u201d I turned over a page. \u201cLook, here is she with a boy who sold her watercresses, is not his prick a big one?\u201d She looked on silently, I heard her breathing hard. I turned over picture after picture. Suddenly she knocked the book out of my hand to the other side of the room. \u201cI won\u2019t see such things\u201d, said she. \u201cWon\u2019t you look at it by yourself?\u201d \u201cIf you leave it here I\u2019ll burn it.\u201d \u201cNo you won\u2019t, you\u2019ll take it to bed with you.\u201d There I left the book lying, it was open and the frontispiece showing. \u201cLook at her legs\u201d, said I, for we could see the picture as we sat on the sofa; and I began to kiss and tickle her again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She shrieked, laughed, got away, and rushed to the door. I brought her back, desisted from tickling and lewd talking, though I was getting randier than ever. \u201cNow have the garters, \u2014 let me put one round the leg, just to see how it looks, \u2014 just half-way up the calf.\u201d After much persuasion, after pulling up my trousers, and showing how a garter looked round my calf, she partly consented. \u201cPromise me you won\u2019t tickle me.\u201d I promised everything.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I dropped on one knee, she sat on the sofa. \u201cPut one foot on my leg.\u201d She put one foot there, and care-fully raised her clothes an inch or two above the boot top. \u201cA little higher.\u201d She raised it holding her petticoats tight round the leg, and I slipped the garter round it. \u201cIt\u2019s too loose, raise a little more.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t any higher, \u2014 I can see how it looks.\u201d \u201cWon\u2019t they look nice when they are above the knee? and won\u2019t your young man be pleased when he sees them there.\u201d \u201cMy young man won\u2019t see them any more than you will.\u201d Let me slip on the other.\u201d The same process, the same care on her part. She bestowed all her care on the limb I was gartering, lest I should slip the garter higher up. The remainder of her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">clothes were loose round her other leg. Then I pushed my hand up her clothes and herself back on the sofa, relinquishing the leg I was gartering.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 581\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Rapidly my hand felt thighs, hair, cunt, How wet! What is this which catches my fingers? what is it they are gliding between? With a yell she pushed me away, and got up as I withdrew my fingers. She had a napkin on, my fingers were stained red. \u201cOh, you beast\u201d, said she bursting into tears. I caught hold of her, and began to tickle her; she pushed me violently away, and escaping, rushed downstairs, slammed the kitchen- door in my face, and locked herself in. I have been accustomed to this behaviour on similar occasions.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I stood outside begging pardon, talking baudiness, I tried to burst open the door, and could not. I was not fond of poorliness in women, had a keen nose, and oftentimes could smell a woman if poorly, even with her clothes down; how it was I did not smell her, considering how near my nose had been to her split and her breasts, I can\u2019t say, but suppose randiness over-came my other senses. I played with my prick which was in an inflammatory state, feeling it made me much randier, I called through the door how I wanted to fuck her, how my prick was bursting, how I would frig myself if she did not let me. \u201cWhat a hard hearted girl,- I\u2019ll give you ten pounds to let me, \u2014 who will know it, but you and me?\u201d and a lot more; but it was of no use, and at length I went upstairs, determining to wait, and thinking that in time she might follow me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On the sofa I sat thinking of what I had done. There lay one garter, I took it up, and rolled it round my pego. I rubbed the tip with it, thinking it might be a spell. I took up Fanny Hill, got more excited by reading the book, looking at its salacious pictures, and feeling my prick at the same time. Then the sense of pleasure got beyond control, and laying down the book on the floor just beneath me, where I could see a baudy picture, I turned on my side on the sofa, and frigged till a shower of spunk shot out.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then down I went. The door was still locked, my senses were calmed, but I talked baudy, and offered her money without a reply; growing tired, I bawled out, \u201cI\u2019m going, \u2014 you will let me in a day or two, and get the ten pounds towards the new shop, \u2014 you won\u2019t be so unkind when I come again.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll take good care never to let you in\u201d, said she. They were the\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">only words I could get out of her. I went upstairs, took a slip of paper, and wrote on it, \u201cI have wrapped the garter round my prick, it is a charm. Directly you put it on I shall know, for my prick will stiffen, \u2014 you will put it on I am sure; and directly my prick stiffens, your cunt will long to have it up it, even if I am miles away. You will put the garter on, for you can\u2019t help doing so, \u2014 I\u2019m sure to fuck you, neither you nor I could avoid it if we would. Why should we deny ourselves the pleasure, \u2014 no one will know it, and you will be ten pounds the richer.\u201d I wrote that or some- thing nearly like it, and charmed with my own wit, rubbed the garter over the top of my prick till I left the smell on it, then laid it on the table over the paper I had written, and went away, taking Fanny Hill with me.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 582\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It is a positive fact, that about two hours after-wards I had a violent randy throbbing in my prick, and found out later on that just at that very time she had put that garter on.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">(And now for the complete understanding of what follows, it must be stated that the house was in plan nearly like that which I inhabited when I had my beautiful servant Mary. Kitchens in the basement, two parlours with folding doors between them, nearly always open; and rooms back and front over the parlours; and that my absent friend did with those rooms whilst absent at the seaside, what was not unusual with people of- their class in those days, lock most of them up, leaving only sufficient for the servant, or caretaker, to inhabit.)<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/main><\/div><\/div><\/div><footer style=\"box-sizing: inherit; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #191919, #191919), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #eeeeee, #eeeeee), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual-1.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll; min-height: 60px; color: #222222; font-family: Sancreek, sans-serif;\" data-section=\"section-above-footer-builder\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; grid-template-columns: repeat(2, 1fr); align-items: flex-start; max-width: 1200px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; align-items: flex-start;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 516.5px;\" data-section=\"section-footer-menu\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; align-items: flex-start;\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #191919, #191919), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual-1.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll; color: #222222; font-family: Sancreek, sans-serif; background-color: #ffffff;\" data-section=\"section-primary-footer-builder\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; margin-bottom: 10px;\" data-section=\"section-fb-html-1\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center; color: #d3d3d3;\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/footer>\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 17 When are women most lewd. \u2022 Garters, money, and promises. \u2022 About my servant. \u2022 The neckerchief. \u2022 Armpits felt \u2022 Warm hints. \u2022 Lewd suggestions. \u2022 Baudy language. \u2022 Tickling. \u2022 \u201cFanny Hill\u201d. \u2022 Garters tried. \u2022 Red fingers. \u2022 Struggle, and escape. \u2022 Locked out. \u2022 I leave. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1378\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Three Chapter Seventeen<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1378","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1378"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1378"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1378\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2221,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1378\/revisions\/2221"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1378"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}