{"id":1494,"date":"2022-08-21T17:11:56","date_gmt":"2022-08-21T17:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1494"},"modified":"2022-09-13T17:32:09","modified_gmt":"2022-09-13T17:32:09","slug":"volume-four-chapter-nine","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1494","title":{"rendered":"Volume Four Chapter Nine"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1494\" class=\"elementor elementor-1494\" 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-dd90cd8 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"dd90cd8\" 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-0b89874\" data-id=\"0b89874\" 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-832909b elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"832909b\" 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\/7hQEkefXOJKfkUlvvfBE9s\" 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-5411cf0\" data-id=\"5411cf0\" 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-74debd0 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"74debd0\" 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\/09p6keupcHvuM2H5JM1ARS\" 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-e50b0ee elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"e50b0ee\" 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-65a1d9a\" data-id=\"65a1d9a\" 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-3ebf277 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"3ebf277\" 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=\"2796\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div><section data-id=\"367db36\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div style=\"width: 1083px;\" data-id=\"177a050\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: #441111; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\" data-id=\"529856e\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 700\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 4 CHAPTER 9<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>The big servant\u2019s history. \u2022 The soldier at the railway station. \u2022 Courting. \u2022 In the village lane. \u2022 On the grass. \u2022 At the pot- house. \u2022 Broached partially. \u2022 Inspection of her privates refused. \u2022 Lewed abandonment. \u2022 Her first spend. \u2022 A night with her. \u2022 Her form. \u2022 Sudden effects of a looking-glass. \u2022 The baud solicits her. \u2022 Sexual force and enjoyment. \u2022 She gets a situation. \u2022 We cease meeting. \u2022 The butcher\u2019s wife. \u2022 An accidental meeting. \u2022 She was Sarah by name.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This was her history. As she came up from the country to us, her box was missing at the station. A big soldier seeing she was a stranger made some enquiries for her, saw her into a cab, invited her to have a glass of gin, which she took, and told him the place she was coming to. The next night he showed himself there, he made love to her, wrote to her, met her on Sunday nights, and at other times when allowed to go out. He offered to marry her, and she had written to her sister to tell her about it all.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On the notable Sunday night, he took her to a tavern, and they had gin and beer till she was fuddled. She knew partially what she was doing, and thought it unwise to go up the lane in the dark with him; yet spite of herself she did. He would marry her that day month, then they would sleep together. He cuddled and kissed her, then began to take liberties. She resisted. Then if she would not let him, she might go home by herself, \u2014 why not let him? when soon they would be one in holy matrimony, \u2014 and so on. She felt as if she could not struggle. He tried to get into her upright against some railings. Then asking her to lay down on the grass, and she refusing, he pulled her down, and got on to her.<br \/>She struggled and cried, but felt so frightened, that he seems to have had his way. For all that, he did not, she thought, broach her; he pushed and hurt her, and must have spent outside, she could not be at all certain about that. Steps were heard, they got up, she was crying. Her clothes were, she knew, dirty (though it was dry and fine,) her bonnet was bent. She was frightened to go home; he said she must get brushed up, and took her to some low tavern to do so. Terrified at what had been done, and about losing her place and character, she scarcely knew what she did. She had more gin, went into a bed-room with him to wash and\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">brush, and then he persuaded her that now he had done it once, he might as well do it twice. Then he fucked her on the bed. Now the man had turned out to be (there was no possible mistake about his identity) a married man \u2014 a sergeant \u2014 with two or three children.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 701\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cAre you sure he got right into you?\u201d \u201cQuite when on the bed, but I scarcely know what he did or said in the lane, \u2014 a little fuddles me, \u2014 yes I did bleed, for it was on my smock when I got home, and he did hurt me very much.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I wanted to see her cunt, for her blood-stains made me wonder, and the rather hard pushing I had had, though only for a second or two, set me thinking. I felt her cunt, she winced, \u2014 it hurt her. An almost imperceptible stain was on my finger. \u201cYou are poorly.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m not really,<br \/>\u2014 I was so last week.\u201d \u201cLet me see your cunt.\u201d I coaxed, caressed, tried to pull her thighs open. It was useless. She was much stronger than me, and when she laid hold of my wrist to free herself from my rovings, she removed it easily. Force could do nothing, \u2014 she was what had been said of her, as strong as a horse.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">So again I got savage. I had conquered by my anger two hours before, and now took to damning and cursing her mock modesty. Then she began again to whimper. \u201cOh! you do frighten me, \u2014 you do \u2018bust\u2019 out so, \u2014 I\u2019m quite afeared, \u2014 it\u2019s not nice to have your thing looked at.\u201d \u201cYou damned fool, I\u2019ve fucked it, \u2014 I dare say your soldier looked at it.\u201d \u201cHe didn\u2019t, \u2014 he didn\u2019t, \u2014 not that I know of.\u201d By abusing I got her consent. Pulling open her thighs I saw her quim. Had she been gay, she would have taken care to turn her bum from the light; but she laid her arm across her eyes, as if to hide from herself, the sight of a man investigating her love-trap.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There was the ragged jugged-edged slit of a recent virginity, and near the clitoris the jagging seemed fresh, raw, and signs of blood just showing on it. I touched it, she winced, and nipped my hand with her great thighs, which set me damning again. Again they opened, I probed deep with my fingers up her cunt. There was no stain from the profundity, and the blood came from the front. I looked till my cock stood, and then fucked her again.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 702\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I could never make this out, and we never met with-out talking about it. She was perfectly sure the soldier had been up her, and spent in her when in the bed-room. As to his prick, whether it was short or long, thick or thin, she knew not, for she had never seen it, though he had put her hand to it in the lane. His prick must have been a very small one, and only split up enough for its entry, and I had finished her virginity, that is my conclusion.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">What is more remarkable, is that her cunt was one of the tightest I ever met with in a full-grown woman. It felt more like the cunt of a girl of fourteen, excepting in its depth. It was a full size outside, and handsome to look at between huge white thighs and huge globular bum-cheeks. It was fledged like a young woman\u2019s. I expected to find it hairy up to her navel, but it was only slightly haired, which helped to satisfy me that she was what she said, only turned twenty-one years of age.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was great in bulk, but poor in symmetry. Her bum was vast, but she was thick up to her waist, and had large breasts as firm as a rock. Her thighs were lovely, but her knees so big, that no garter would re-main above them, and she was clumsy in ankle and foot. She had a lovely skin, and smelt as sweet as new milk, sweet to her very cunt. I recollect noticing that in her, because some time before I had been offended with the smell of Fisher\u2019s, a woman I fucked, as al-ready told.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I spent the rest of the day with Big Sarah, told her I would keep her as long as she was in her lodgings, and advised her to live well, and to enjoy herself. But she did not need idleness and feeding to make her randy, she was a strong fucker, now that her passions had been once gratified. I made her twice or thrice stop out all night. She told at her lodgings that she was going to stay with an aunt. I took her to J***s Street, which I liked better than T***f***d Street, for that though the quietest, and only frequented by swells of middle-age, was old-fashioned, dingy, and dull; whereas J***s Street had looking-glasses, gildings, red satin hangings, and gas-lights. We had a supper at the Cafe de l\u2019Europe, and at nine p.m., we were in the room in which I had poked many a woman. I was delighted to see her white flesh under a bright light. \u201cNow drop your chemise \u2014 look at me,\u201d \u2014 and I stripped to the skin. I exposed her bum, belly, and breasts in turn, whilst she laughing tried to prevent me. Flattery of her beautiful form did it. \u201cAm I so beautifully made?\u201d \u201cA\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">model my darling,\u201d \u2014 and she stood naked excepting stockings and boots. I had shifted the cheval glass, and we laid on the sofa. \u201cLook at your thighs and cunt my darling in the glass, \u2014 see how my prick looks in it.\u201d \u201cLaw! to think there be houses with all this, \u2014 are there many such?\u201d she asked.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 703\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I placed her on the sofa, kneeling, her head against the bed, her backside towards me, and introduced my penis dog-fashion. How randy I had made her! \u2014 how randy I was as I felt my belling pressing against those two stupendous globes. \u201cTurn your head there, and look in the glass.\u201d \u201cOh!\u201d said she wriggling her back-side, \u201cwhat a shame for us to be looking like that.\u201d The sight made her breathless, and wriggle her cunt closer on to the peg, \u2014 how soon a woman learns to do that.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There was a large glass against the wall, so placed that those on the bed could see every movement, \u2014I drew the curtain aside. We fucked enjoying the sight of our thrustings, heavings and backside wrigglings, and passed the night in every baudiness which then I practised. \u201cDo you like looking?\u201d \u201cYes I like it, \u2014 but it makes me do it all of a sudden.\u201d It was true, for I found that when fucking her, if I said, \u201cLook at us, \u2014 look at me shoving,\u201d directly she looked it fetched her; her big arse quivered, and her cunt squeezed my prick like a vice. It was the same always on future days, or when if not in the same room I placed the cheval glass at the side of the bed. The sudden squeeze and jerk of her arse as she looked amused me, and I always arranged for the spectacle with her. I did not usually do this with women.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was a delicious night. We were both start naked. Her lower limbs looked so much better when quite naked, than when she had stockings and boots on. The room got hot, we threw all the clothes off. She was a juicy one, and the sheets in the morning were a caution, \u2014 I wondered whether it could have all come out of one cunt and one cock. \u201cWhat will they think?\u201d said she.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I showed her in the evening where she would find the closet, and advised her strongly if spoken to, not to reply to any one. We had breakfast in bed, then fucked. Her need to evacuate came on, and half dressing her- self she went down. When she came back, out I went on similar errand. She had washed, and I found her on my return anxiously looking at the seminal stains on the bed-linen. We got on to the bed again. Questioning\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her, she told me that the woman of the house had said to her, \u201cWhat a splendid woman you are \u2014 I wish you would tell me your address. \u2014 I could make your fortune.\u201d She had made no reply. I had her as already said several times after, at J***s Street, but took care never to let her out of my sight.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 704\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She went after a situation. Such a strong, big fresh-looking woman was sure to get one, I knew. The next time I saw her afterwards she was in low spirits. \u201cI\u2019ve boiled myself a pretty kettle of fish,\u201d she said, \u201cI could have married well in the country, but thought I should do better in Lunnun, \u2014 and now what am I?\u201d \u201cMy dear, your cunt can\u2019t speak, and if you hold your tongue, no one will know anything about our little amusements, and you will marry well.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I soon tired of her. She was a good-natured, foolish, stupid, trusting creature, and my wonder is that she had lived twenty-one years in the country, without having had a prick up her. As a lovely cunted fucktress she left nothing to be desired. She had her fears about consequences, for her courses stopped, but she some-how managed to set that to rights, and at last went to her situation. Once afterwards I fucked her, \u2014 my God how she enjoyed it! She was in service not far from me. A butcher\u2019s man very soon after married her. They opened a shop, and did very well, then they moved some distance away, and I lost sight of her for years. Then I met her walking with two or three children, I suppose her own. We passed, only looking at each other.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But I almost spoke, for she came upon me so unexpectedly, and my first impulse was to speak. She stopped short, threw her head back, and her lower jaw dropped, so that her mouth opened wide, and it would have been ludicrous, had it not been for the expression of fear and pain which came over her face. I recovered myself, passed on, and never saw her more.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I paid her expenses at her lodgings, and gave her a ten-pound note as a present. It was very economical, \u2014 but I never knew a woman so delighted with my liberality. \u201cI had two pounds, and now I\u2019ve twelve,\u201d said she, \u201cI shall send a pound to my mother.\u201d When I gave her the ten pounds she asked what it was, never having seen a bank-note in her life before. One or two country-women of the same class whom I have had, were just as ignorant of a bank-note.<\/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 4 CHAPTER 9 The big servant\u2019s history. \u2022 The soldier at the railway station. \u2022 Courting. \u2022 In the village lane. \u2022 On the grass. \u2022 At the pot- house. \u2022 Broached partially. \u2022 Inspection of her privates refused. \u2022 Lewed abandonment. \u2022 Her first spend. \u2022 A night with her. \u2022 Her form. &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1494\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Four Chapter Nine<\/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-1494","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1494"}],"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=1494"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1494\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2361,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1494\/revisions\/2361"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1494"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}