{"id":1565,"date":"2022-08-23T17:53:56","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T17:53:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1565"},"modified":"2022-09-18T16:10:40","modified_gmt":"2022-09-18T16:10:40","slug":"volume-five-chapter-nine","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1565","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Nine"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1565\" class=\"elementor elementor-1565\" 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-650500c elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"650500c\" 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 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elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"3b6eff9\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 919\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 9<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>Five days\u2019 amusement at B***f**d. \u2022 The big chamber-maid. \u2022 A sovereign promised. \u2022 A pego produced. \u2022 The superintendent on the watch. \u2022 The corridor out of her sight. \u2022 The lamp closet. \u2022 The water closet. \u2022 An uprighter. \u2022 Fucking in fear. \u2022 The servants\u2019 staircase. \u2022 A baudy house sought. \u2022 At 5 o\u2019clock a.m.<br>\u2022 An hour\u2019s felicity with her. \u2022 Three hours\u2019 delight in a brothel. \u2022 The chamber-maid\u2019s antecedents. \u2022 I leave the town.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>On my way back from my uncle in the North (this should have been told earlier), I stopped at B***f**d at the new hotel, and called on a schoolfellow who was now a very wealthy merchant in that town. He wished me to take up my quarters with him, but intending only to stop a day or two, I preferred remaining at the hotel, where also I had taken a strong fancy to a very big, fine, chamber maid, who attended to my bedroom.<\/p>\n<p>I had not seen her when I arrived late, but ringing for hot water in the morning, and having omitted to bolt my door, I heard a knock, then the door opened, and in came with the water a woman five feet ten high, and big in proportion, yet evidently quite a young woman, with a fresh complexion, dark staring eyes, dark hair and a handsome, yet with a rather bold look on her face. Slowly she placed the water on the washstand not noticing me, then turning round she fixed her eyes on me, as if struck with me (I don\u2019t say she was) and walked to the door looking at me all the way.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStop Mary,\u201d said I, \u201cput my boots out side, I for-got them, and ring for the boots, will you?\u201d \u2014 I said it to keep her in the room to look at her. \u201cYes, sir,\u201d said she, approaching the bell pull which was close to the bed where I lay. \u2014 She pulled it, then took up my boots, put them outside and closed the door. Her big back-side jutted out as she stooped. Belly, bum, cunt, and all her secret parts rushed to my mind\u2019s eye instantly, and a desire for her made my prick tingle. How strange that the mere look at a woman has that effect at times.<\/p>\n<p>I dressed, thinking of her all the time. \u2014 I know the class, and that they are nearly always accessible, and doubt if any chamber maid at an hotel&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">is a virgin, tho she may not have lost her virginity in hotel service. \u2014 I have had several of them, and have rarely been refused. It is altogether a question of money and opportunity. Few of the class are really handsome, but all are well grown, strongly built, and are good firm,&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">solid, flesh, from knee to neck.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 920\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I made up my mind to try her. It was a few days since I had had a woman, and my hard wrinkled testicles and a periodic throbbing of my prick, told me what was wanted and urged me on. I dressed, and rang for more hot water. She brought it in. \u2014 \u201cBy Jupiter you are handsome.\u201d \u2014 She smiled. \u201cHow long have you been here?\u201d \u201cThree months.\u201d \u201cI shall give you lots of trouble.\u201d \u201cVery well sir.\u201d \u201cSo there\u2019s half a crown for you, but I must have a kiss.\u201d \u2014 She took it, and let me embrace her easily, tho with sham re\u2013 assistance. I kissed and kissed, putting one hand round her waist, one round her bum, drawing her close up to me and wriggling my belly against hers, with an insinuating, half fucking movement. \u2014 \u201cShouldn\u2019t I like to be in bed with you.\u201d \u2014 She broke away. \u2014 \u201cLet me go \u2014 let me go, I\u2019m watched \u2014 it will be noticed if I\u2019m in the room long,\u201d said she in a low tone.<\/p>\n<p>After breakfast going to my room I rang for more hot water. \u2014 I caught her, kissed, and tried the belly wriggling dodge again. \u2014 Angrily disengaging herself, \u201cYou\u2019ll get me into trouble, let me go,\u201d said she, \u201cthe head woman can see every room I go into on this side, and if I\u2019m long in one I shall get dismissed.\u201d \u201cCome to me to-night.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The hotel was large. From the staircase two long corridors ran like the letter L, and at the angle was the head woman\u2019s room and linen store, she could thus see the length of two corridors, but not along another connecting with one of them. This maid had my corridor and the other to attend to.<\/p>\n<p>My friend called for me, and drove me off for the rest of the day. I could not help myself, but anything which interfered with my cunt hunting, annoys me. I have if possible given up anything, everything, when on the female scent, so was glad when night came, and got to the hotel. \u2014 I winked when I saw her, but she kept a quite stolid face, and I found afterwards that she was looking to see if the head woman was visible. \u2014 I rang for \u201cWhiskey and water.\u201d \u201cPlease, sir, ring for the water.\u201d Disappointed I did. The whiskey went into the chamber pot.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 921\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Just opposite my room were water closets. I watched through my door ajar till I saw her, and fancied she was loitering near my room, but was not sure. Waiting, and watching, and thinking, my prick stood painfully. I crossed over to the closets, which were at the end of a short lobby, inside which I stood with the door open and beckoned her. She shook her head slightly and opened her eyes wide at me. It looked like willingness, so I re-crossed to my room, and rang. \u201cBring me a hot foot-bath.\u201d \u201cThere are baths down stairs, sir.\u201d \u201cI want one here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>What shall I do when she brings it, thought I \u2014 my lewedness made me reckless, and yet I was nervous. \u2014 Was she one of the \u201cthus far thou shall\u2019t go and no further\u201d sort, or was she game. I took off coat and waistcoat. \u2014 She came in with the bath, I caught hold of her and kissed her. \u2014 \u201cCome in for ten minutes only and I\u2019ll give you a sovereign.\u201d \u2014 It was treating her like a harlot I know, but I was reckless. \u2014 \u201cI can\u2019t \u2014 let me go, sir.\u201d \u2014 Then she brought the hot water. \u201cShall I pour some out?\u201d \u201cDo dear,\u201d and I repeated my offer. \u201cImpossible \u2014 anything else, sir?\u201d \u201cLook what a state your charms have put me in,\u201d and I pulled out my prick, rigid and flaming. Her eyes opened and she stared at it. \u2014 \u201cImpossible, \u2014 I was never asked such a thing before, oh if we stay three minutes in any room when it\u2019s a gentleman\u2019s, we are marked, the old woman is always on the watch.\u201d \u201cGo to the water closet and I\u2019ll go to you there.\u201d She shook her head and went out, looking bold and lewed.<\/p>\n<p>I now felt sure I should have her somewhere or some-how, and went to bed. \u2014 In the morning she brought me hot water. I had kept in bed, stiffened my penis in anticipation, and at the proper moment threw off my clothes, and exhibited my manhood. \u2014 \u201cStop only five minutes and I\u2019ll give you a sovereign, \u2014 there it is on the table for you.\u201d \u201cImpossible,\u201d but she lingered. I jumped out of bed, seized one of her hands and put it to my prick, then thrust my hand up her clothes on to her thighs, and I felt the motte. \u2014 \u201cFor God\u2019s sake don\u2019t \u2014 the door\u2019s open, the old woman was standing at the stairs as I came in \u2014 I shall lose my place.\u201d \u201cWhere can I speak to you?\u201d \u201cIn the housemaids\u2019 closet round the left,\u201d said she struggling to get away, but speaking in a whisper. I with the cunning and tricks of my youth which I find just as servicable now at times, dropped on my knees, and had got both my hands on her backside and belly, when with a violent effort she got away.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 922\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She means it evidently, but she is peculiar thought I \u2014 and soon after breakfast loitered into the lobby round the left, and out of sight of the head woman, a middle aged, sour looking matron, whom I saw patrolling the lobbies frequently. \u2014 There I found water closets similar in plan to those opposite to my room, and next to them a door not like a bed room\u2019s. I pushed it open found it filled with candlesticks, baths and such like, and she was sitting on a stool cleaning things. \u201cIf you\u2019re seen in here I shall get dismissed I tell you,\u201d said she starting up. \u201cWhen can I speak with you? I\u2019ve something to say.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know, I never can know when she may not come, except when she\u2019s eating; pray go out.\u201d \u201cWhen does she eat?\u201d \u201cHer break-fast\u2019s at half-past seven, and dinner at half-past twelve; I dine after her this week.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll be here at half-past twelve.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s of no use, I won\u2019t let you; now pray go, that\u2019s her footstep.\u201d But it was a man\u2019s. I left full of hope, after a little more talk. My friend again came for me, I wished him at the devil but went out with him, and got back about 12 o\u2019clock, promising to be with him in the afternoon, then went to my room irritable with lust. The corridors were empty \u2014 the visitors to that town were almost exclusively commercial men, who at that time were mostly out on business, and the corridors were silent. At a minute after the half hour, I saw the maid walk leisurely round the corner. In another minute I was in the lamp closet with her.<\/p>\n<p>No. She would not, she dare not. What did I take her for. \u2014 How many dozens of servants, seamstresses and others, have asked that question of me? I begged, flattered, felt her thighs with less resistance, shewed my prick, and then \u201chere is the sovereign.\u201d She would meet me out in a day or two. All right, but I must have her now, who would know, for the old woman was feeding. \u2014 \u201cGo into the water closet and I will follow.\u201d No they were forbidden to go to those closets \u2014 but at length she consented. I went to a closet first. She followed directly, and then standing up against the wall, I felt the large thighs and hairy notch, and in a minute or two, my machine was discharging the ac-cumulation of some days\u2019 continence in that big woman\u2019s cunt. She felt the pleasure, wriggled, sighed, pocketed the gold, and went off. \u2014 In a minute after when buttoned up, I went out and pushed open the lamp closet door. She was not there.&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">I went to my room and washed my penis, eased and pleased, but with lust strong on me as ever \u2014 increased in fact. \u2014 Surely there will be time&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">for another before the old dragon has fed, thought I, so sat feeling my cock, which in a few minutes rose again in full glory. \u2014 I peeped out towards the staircase, saw no one \u2014 went again to the lobby \u2014 passed a man who took no notice of me (I had purposely put hat and coat on, and carried a stick), opened the lamp room door, and there was she.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 923\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She started up quite agitated. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ll get me dismissed \u2014 don\u2019t stay.\u201d \u201cGo to the closet again.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cThen here I will stay (and saying so pulled my prick out, I am fond of showing it now), whether I am caught here or not.\u201d \u201cOh pray, some one may catch us there \u2014 I\u2019m frightened.\u201d In a minute or two she was in the closet again. It was a glorious up- righter, she sighed and heaved, and again mingled her juices with mine. How I longed to look at her buttocks as I grasped them. From that moment her tone and manner altered \u2014 she kissed me to go. \u2014 Yes she would be there again at 6:30 p.m., or tomorrow at the same time, for at night people were in and out of their rooms, and often went to. the closets, but not in midday. Further on was the servants\u2019 staircase. Said she, \u201cWait in this corridor, look out of that window, and if I put my hand behind me, you go down the servants\u2019 staircase \u2014 they will stare but think you have made a mistake \u2014 people often do.\u201d Saying that, she went to the angle of the corridors and looked towards the superintendent\u2019s room, her hand went behind her \u2014 and descending by the servants\u2019 stairs, I got to the coffee room unobserved.<\/p>\n<p>I had to dress to go to my friend\u2019s dinner, for he had invited people to meet me. \u2014 She brought me hot water. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ll have another sovereign to morrow,\u201d said I. Then for a minute only, she opened her thighs and let me feel her cunt, and she felt my prick. \u2014 \u201cCan you stay with me here a quarter of an hour or so tonight?\u201d \u201cNo, impossible \u2014 but,\u201d said she, \u201cat a quarter-past five in the morning I could come in for a little, the old cat comes out at six, and then goes round to see if all the maids are in their places.\u201d \u201cBut it\u2019s quite dark then.\u201d \u201cYes, quite.\u201d \u201cCome my darling.\u201d \u201cWell leave your door ajar then, and I will.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>That day with my friend, the talk got about women. Where was the best house, I asked him, to take a lady to. \u2014 \u201cAh, you dog, at your old tricks \u2014 how should a father of a family know?\u201d said he \u2014 but he told me of one or two houses, and on my way home at night I called at one to make sure. \u2014 Should she send for a lady for me. She might, and did. A little one&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">came, I stripped her, and amused myself with my fingers, but so intent was I on giving all I had to the Yorkshire maid, that I did no more, much to that little girl\u2019s astonishment. I rang for the chambermaid when at the hotel. \u201cA quarter past five, mind.\u201d \u2014 she smiled and said, \u201call right.\u201d \u201cBring me an extra candle.\u201d \u2014 That she did.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 924\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>I was awake at four o\u2019clock in anticipation, lighted my candles, and put my door ajar. \u2014 She came in a minute. \u201cI\u2019m dreadfully frightened,\u201d said she, \u201cthey turn poor girls away at a minute\u2019s notice, if that old cat reports them.\u201d \u2014 Then she laid on the bed \u2014 she was not quite dressed, and up to her navel I saw all. She was a splendid creature, almost too big for my taste then, but such an arse and thighs I have not often felt. Her cunt tho full lipped, was not very hairy, and whilst thighs and belly looked quite thirty, the cunt looked quite a young one. \u2014 Her petticoats got in my way when I laid on her; and so after kissing her cunt and praising her beauty, she consented to kneel on the bed, and I saw two of the most magnificent arse globes in the world, with the dark brown hairy notch pouting between, and a very lovely fuck we had, which she enjoyed as much as I did.<\/p>\n<p>We played with each other\u2019s genitals \u2014 and soon I gave her another bumbasting; this time holding her great thighs up over my arms, by the side of the bed. \u2014\u201dHave you spent?\u201d said I, not feeling sure. \u201cWhy yes \u2014 isn\u2019t fucking lovely?\u201d \u201cAh isn\u2019t it?\u201d \u2014 At midday I had her again in the closet, and a grope at half-past-eight at night, and went to bed happily and quite contented.<\/p>\n<p>The next day she had told me was her evening out. She agreed to meet me and we went to the house I had called at. We both stripped and got into bed. It was a cold November night, and for three hours I had a lascivious treat. She was a splendid creature. Her flesh was like ivory, her breasts lovely, and she fucked divinely. \u2014 I had her twice next morning at a quarter-past five, and now having worn off the novelty and fucked myself a little down departed by an early train. She kissed me passionately in my room, and said she was sorry I was going \u2014 whether it was for my fucking or my money, I can not say.<\/p>\n<p>When laying in bed at the baudy house she said she was too big for service in a private house, and had been in three hotels \u2014 she was tired of it. A gentleman who often came to the hotel had asked her to go to&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">London with him. She had refused, but if he asked her again she should accept. \u2014 She longed to see London. \u2014 \u201cWho had you first?\u201d \u201cAh, that\u2019s tellings.\u201d \u201cYou are fucked always on your evening or afternoon out?\u201d That she wasn\u2019t \u2014 very few gentlemen spoke to her, \u2014 and when out, she always went to her aunt\u2019s who lived in the town. \u2014 She thought the gentlemen who came to B***f**d did not admire women as big as she was.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 925\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>It was after I got back to London that I met N**l*e H**s. After I recovered from the ailment N*l*e had given me, an illness of quite a different class overtook me. Unhappily it was needful for me to keep to my home, but I very nearly went to an hotel instead. When I had done looking into my private affairs, which had again gone a little wrong, \u2014 and my worry had subsided, I amused myself by reading, sorting and arranging these memoirs. I referred to them by dates in my diary, and made them in their order pretty complete. I used to lock myself in my room for the entire day, and said among other things that I was writing a book. \u2014 Happily my illness was not a long one.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/section>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 9 Five days\u2019 amusement at B***f**d. \u2022 The big chamber-maid. \u2022 A sovereign promised. \u2022 A pego produced. \u2022 The superintendent on the watch. \u2022 The corridor out of her sight. \u2022 The lamp closet. \u2022 The water closet. \u2022 An uprighter. \u2022 Fucking in fear. \u2022 The servants\u2019 staircase. \u2022 A &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1565\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five 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-1565","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1565"}],"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=1565"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1565\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2538,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1565\/revisions\/2538"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1565"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}