{"id":1577,"date":"2022-08-23T18:06:25","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:06:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1577"},"modified":"2022-09-18T16:18:33","modified_gmt":"2022-09-18T16:18:33","slug":"volume-five-chapter-eleven","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1577","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Eleven"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1577\" class=\"elementor elementor-1577\" 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-2bcd6c0 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"2bcd6c0\" 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-0665f8f\" data-id=\"0665f8f\" 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-6f069a7 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"6f069a7\" 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\/1wR1K1m7qMHxX9VzTe06bj\" 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-53d9dcf\" data-id=\"53d9dcf\" 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-3dfb7f2 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"3dfb7f2\" 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\/49GLBN2JnEoGdM3vN3weIb\" 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-bc34b64 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"bc34b64\" 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-0b7efe7\" data-id=\"0b7efe7\" 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-94f5fc4 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"94f5fc4\" 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<section class=\"elementor-section elementor-top-section elementor-element elementor-element-02997d5 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"02997d5\" data-element_type=\"section\">\n<div class=\"elementor-container elementor-column-gap-default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-column elementor-col-100 elementor-top-column elementor-element elementor-element-5e0a0da\" data-id=\"5e0a0da\" data-element_type=\"column\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-wrap elementor-element-populated\">\n<div class=\"elementor-element elementor-element-c1d28cd elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"c1d28cd\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 941\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 11<\/b><\/p>\n<p><i>Camille again. \u2022 Intentions of fidelity broken. \u2022 About myself and good fortunes. \u2022 Shall I print my liaison with Victoria? \u2022 Miss Victoria B*c*n. \u2022 About omnibuses generally. \u2022 A foggy night. \u2022 The late omnibus. \u2022 Dark inside. \u2022 Vic\u2019s hurry. \u2022 Her friskiness. \u2022 The end seat. \u2022 The unknown lady on my right. \u2022 Thighs felt. \u2022 Cunt touched. \u2022 Vic\u2019s garters. \u2022 Risky gropes. \u2022 With Vic in the fog. \u2022 Against the railings. \u2022 Baulked. \u2022 Her convenient cousin. \u2022 Two assignations. \u2022 The unknown lady at J***s St. \u2022 Her form. \u2022 Cunt. \u2022 Large clitoris. \u2022 Belly indications. \u2022 Hot arsed. \u2022 The gin bottle. \u2022 Views in the looking glasses.<\/i><\/p>\n<p>Directly I was well enough, Camille gratified my concupiscence. She was a sort of magnet to me at times, and her philosophical licentiousness in act and talk charmed me so much, that I thought I would keep to her, I soon however ceased to see her, for never in one year have I had more racy adventures, more charming intrigues, a greater variety in age and condition, and nicer women and girls to fuck. They fell to my embraces accidentally and without difficulty. So much so, that I am almost inclined to be conceited about my attractions, but will only remark that I was in the very prime of manhood, did nothing to exhaust myself, was always ready with my prick, and seem to have nearly, altho not quite, overcome the hesitation I have had at times, and which I have spoken of before. I first had an adventure with the sister of a friend, which perhaps I ought never to have put on paper; but writing these reminiscences gives me great secret pleasure, writing them indeed seems to have become a habit which I cannot break off. When written, I tore the paper in half which narrated this liaison, and a year or two afterwards carefully gummed the pieces together to preserve it. \u2014 Such was my inconsistency. (The lady and her brother are, I hear, dead and no harm can be done by narrating the liaison now.)<\/p>\n<p>In my youth I knew a Mr. B*c*n. He was the son of a very rich man, tho only a merchant, and who lived in such style that we who lived then in the greatest luxury, until my father died, seemed poor by the side of them, and they rather looked down on us. \u2014 He how-ever failed and died, and his son came in only for a very small share of a splendid&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">business. The son married, had three children \u2014 and his sister who had been expected to be a heiress, lived with them at the time I write of.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 942\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>The sister had been engaged to be married. The day before the wedding, her intended died suddenly, her health broke down, she left London, and went to live with an aunt in the country. Then people kindly said she was in the family way, and hinted she had had a child. She was away I believe, but do not know, for many years. She was certainly thirty years old now.<\/p>\n<p>At the time I write of, B*c*n\u2019s wife died, his sister came to take charge of his house, and he had come to live about a mile from our new residence. \u2014 I renewed our acquaintance, and an attempt was made to be on visiting terms, \u2014 but the women took a dislike to each other, and it dropped, tho they were quite civil to each other when by chance they met. \u2014 I and B*c*n however called on each other occasionally.<\/p>\n<p>The sister was shortish, square built, almost broad, and was plump, had blue eyes, auburn hair, a superb pink and white complexion, and an unusually large mouth with good teeth in it. \u2014 She had a most unpleasant voice which seemed as if she was suffering with hoarseness, and had a fastish expression, and a peculiar look in her eyes, which I did not like or under-stand ( \u2014 I see now it was a mask to cover up her unchastity, which was not satisfied as much as she wished) but she was pronounced handsome and strongly resembled the Queen, so here I shall name her Victoria. When with her brother at a ball at our house, I saw that she had big white breasts, the only thing which gave me desire to see more of her; but so little had I desired that, that had it not been for a chance, it is probable I never should have possessed her.<\/p>\n<p>Omnibuses at this time were but little used by poor people, the fare to my neighbourhood from Charing Cross was a shilling [it is now three pence]; there were but few and they loitered almost as they liked. \u2014 The last one at night usually loitered till it was full, or until those inside insisted on its going on. \u2014 Some years before that time there were no lights inside them, the gas lighting on the roads of the suburbs was feeble, and when the roads were wide, the inside of the omnibus on dark nights was nearly, if not quite, dark. The oil lamp in the omnibus often went out, no one seemed to take any heed of it, and I have in the dark felt women\u2019s thighs, and had my prick felt by strange ladies with whom I&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">exchanged words inside the omnibus, without ever being caught at it. Women who were fairly well dressed and seemed quite respectable played these pranks, and one of these incidents I am now going to tell of.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 943\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Nearly all omnibuses at that time held thirteen passengers, and had one end seat where a passenger sat with his back to the horses. \u2014 Those on the either side seats, sat with their knees half side ways. \u2014 Ladies, unless it was very hot weather, went usually to the end seats to avoid people passing them, and if I saw niceish looking women at that end, I went there so that my knees might press thoughts and sensations. [Real ladies went by omnibuses in those days, very poor people could not afford to ride.]<\/p>\n<p>In Cockspur Street one pitch dark, misty, cold night in February \u2014 at about 10:30 p.m., seeing an omnibus I resolved to go home by it. A female wrapped up well, hurried past me towards it to secure a place. \u2014 \u201cWhy Miss B*c*n, is that you?\u201d Flurried, I saw, by my accosting her, \u2014 \u201cOh yes, I hope there is room, I\u2019m so dreadfully late, I don\u2019t know what my brother will say.\u201d \u2014 There was room, she went to the end, and I to the middle seat, she apparently did not expect I was going by the omnibus. \u2014 On the other side sat a lady who as well as I could see by the mere twinkling lamp, was tall, handsome, and bold-faced, and who eyed closely both me and Miss B. After delay the omnibus moved off, soon the lamp flickered, the conductor enlivened it, but soon out it went; and the omnibus was in darkness.<\/p>\n<p>I could feel Victoria\u2019s knees against mine and liked it, and at once thought of cunt. I chaffed her about being late, and she made some lame excuse. \u2014 \u201cHow close we are packed, we are nearly as close as if we were in bed together.\u201d \u201cAre we?\u201d she said laughing. I got gradually lewed and bold \u2014 I had dined well \u2014 and put my hand familiarly outside her clothes on to her thigh. \u2014 \u201cIf we were to kiss no one would know it,\u201d said I, \u201cit\u2019s dark enough for any naughtiness,\u201d said she laughing. As the omnibus passed a gas lamp, I saw her big white teeth \u2014 and her eyes fixed on me, and then I thought she had had wine, and gently I pinched her thigh, and begged then her pardon. \u201cIt\u2019s so dark I can\u2019t see what I\u2019m about.\u201d \u201cOh you hurt.\u201d \u201cHurt me in return.\u201d \u201cNonsense.\u201d I pinched her again. \u201cBe merry, but be wise,\u201d said she. \u2014 Then I put her gloved hand high up on to my thigh. \u2014 \u201cPinch me,\u201d said I, and she did. \u2014 A cock-<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">stand ensued. \u2014 \u201cPinch me all over,\u201d said I, placing her hand on the slope of the thigh inwards and near my tool. Then we both laughed, and I pinched her harder. \u201cYou are pretty merry,\u201d said the lady on my right. That brought us to our senses. \u2014 In the jolting and noise of the vehicle I thought no one could have heard us, and was sure no one could see us. \u2014 \u201cWhat does the Lady say?\u201d said Vic. \u2014 I told her. \u201cTake care,\u201d and she pushed off my hand from her thigh. I put it round her bum and pinched what I could, but she had thick winter clothes on.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 944\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>The omnibus stopped for full ten minutes for passengers at a large public house, where the lights showed us to each other. The person on my right began to talk to us. \u2014 She looked much and boldly at me. She was very handsome and perhaps thirty, and spoke like a lady. I came to the conclusion that she also had been drinking, for it was unusual for women to talk to a strange man in an omnibus. \u2014 I fancied her breath smelt of liquor.<\/p>\n<p>The omnibus, when stopping, got crammed full, and went slowly and noisily jolting on its way over a quite newly macadamised road. \u2014 The mist changed as we got further out to a fog which filled the omnibus, and all was dark. \u2014 \u201cHow cramped my legs are,\u201d said the lady. \u201cI like yours against mine, they are so nice, and it\u2019s so nice and warm,\u201d I replied. \u2014 To my astonishment she gave me a gentle punch in my ribs with her left hand. \u2014 \u201cOh for shame.\u201d \u201cStretch them out,\u201d said I, encouraged. \u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d \u201cShall I stretch them apart for you?\u201d Another pinch. \u201cWhat\u2019s the best way of stretching legs?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cWhy, put some-thing between them,\u201d I said. Another pinch. \u2014 All was said in a low tone. No one could have heard but us two, no one could have known what was going on. \u2014 A fat old man who stunk of brandy and water was on the lady\u2019s right, and he was snoring so loudly that people laughed. \u2014 Vic could not hear me, tho opposite to the lady, through the noise in passing over the rough road.<\/p>\n<p>She\u2019s randy, thought I, \u2014 who is she? \u2014 A kept woman perhaps, whose man doesn\u2019t fuck her enough! \u2014 and I wished Victoria out of the way. \u2014 I ungloved my hands, and put my right hand on her thigh. \u2014 She made no resistance. \u2014 \u201cThey are close together, they are cramped really, open them wider.\u201d \u2014 I can\u2019t, this old snoring man\u2019s legs are against mine.\u201d \u201cLift one over the other.\u201d She did. I kept my hand there and began gently&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">pinching her thigh. \u2014 \u201cThat\u2019s your garter,\u201d I whispered, feeling a little lump. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll make sure.\u201d Stooping a little, I dropped my right hand down, and pulled up her clothes. \u2014 There was such a weight of them that my hand could only get up gradually. \u2014 I felt her calf, and that it was, in silk. \u2014 She let me. \u201cOh your heavy clothes,\u201d I whispered. She put the leg down and far from the other, \u2014 half moved her bum as if to ease her position, \u2014 and the next instant her clothes being looser, I had one hand on to her thigh above her garter, and pushed it slowly higher up till my little finger was buried in the thatch of her motte, and my other fingers lay a little down grasping her left thigh, but I could not get them far enough to feel her notch, and the weight and pressure of her clothes against my wrist was almost painful. She put her hand down, but only to pull her clothes forwards fearing perhaps that passing a gas-light might disclose our position. All that increased the drag on my wrist and arm, for I was using my right hand, that being next to her, and my knuckles were outwards till I reached her knee and now was only sideways on her thigh \u2014 a difficult position, with heavy clothes against it.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 945\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>At that moment Victoria remarked, \u201cHow dreadfully we are cramped, there must be more people than there ought to be in the omnibus.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll sit forward,\u201d said I, bringing my bum to the edge of the seat, and pressing towards the woman on my right, gave Vic more room. \u201cThank you,\u201d said she. Now my hand got more to the front, and slipped side ways between the lady\u2019s thighs like a leaf, and the tops of my longest fingers lay just touching her warm cunt lips. \u2014 The man next to her at that minute awakened and called out, \u201cStop, stop,\u201d and rose up. I withdrew my fingers like lightning, down slipped her clothes, and no one to this day perhaps but she and I, know of our little lewed game.<\/p>\n<p>The old man got out, and also one or two passengers which gave us room. \u201cCan you get a light,\u201d said some one. \u201cThe oil\u2019s out,\u201d said the conductor. \u201cCan\u2019t you get on quicker?\u201d \u201cYou can\u2019t see a yard afore the Posses noses.\u201d On went the omnibus. \u2014 My cock was now standing like a horn. \u201cTake off your glove,\u201d said I, in a whisper. I had on a great thick winter cape or cloak. \u2014 Pulling out my prick I lifted the side of my cloak and put her hand round it. \u2014 \u201cOho \u2014 you,\u201d said she, and began feeling and squeezing it, and at last frigging it; but not wishing that fun, I stopped it and hid my machine.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 946\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Then for a minute I talked to Victoria to prevent her wondering at my speaking with the lady. \u201cHow shall I get home?\u201d said Vic. \u201cI will see you home.\u201d Again my hand went on Vic\u2019s thigh outside and pinched it near her belly. \u2014 She didn\u2019t resist my lewed tricks. \u2014 The idea of playing them both with an omnibus full, de-lighted me. \u2014 The idea of Victoria knowing nothing about my tricks with the lady added to my pleasure. Secure in the foggy darkness, and with more room, and her thighs opening wide to let me, I now had a sort of backhanded feel of the lady\u2019s cunt. \u2014 I could not twist myself round away from Victoria, so sat nearly at the the edge of the seat, feeling the lady\u2019s gap, till she suddenly pushed my hand away. Then again I put her hand on my prick. \u201cDo you live about here?\u201d said she. \u201cNo, the other side of the water \u2014 I am only going to night to a friend\u2019s where I am stopping for a day or two.\u201d \u201cWho\u2019s that lady?\u201d \u201cHis sister \u2014 and our meeting was a mere chance.\u201d \u201cIs that true?\u201d \u201cCertainly.\u201d \u201cWhere do you live?\u201d \u201cAt ****P\u2019 I re-plied, and \u2014 \u201cDo you live about here?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d said she. \u201cHow will you get home in the fog?\u201d \u201cMy husband will meet me at the Turnpike.\u201d \u201cAre you often at Charing Cross?\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cWhen shall you be again?\u201d \u201cThe day after tomorrow,\u201d said she, after hesitation. \u201cMeet me, and let\u2019s have a talk together.\u201d \u2014 In a few words more she agreed to be near the Nelson Monument at half past six, two days afterwards.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStop, you\u2019ve passed the Turnpike,\u201d said the lady getting up. \u201cWe aren\u2019t there yet,\u201d said the conductor. \u201cStop, I\u2019ll get out.\u201d \u2014 Quick as thought, I had slipped my right hand up her clothes on to her backside. \u2014 The omnibus stopped with a jerk, and it threw her back into a sitting posture, half on to my knees half on to Victoria\u2019s. Begging our pardon, she got up and out of the omnibus\u2014 it was so dark that I could not distinguish faces from bodies.<\/p>\n<p>Two minutes afterwards the omnibus journey ended, and all got out. The fog was so thick that the street lamps could not be seen fifteen feet off. We had been an hour and a quarter, doing a half hour\u2019s journey. I gave Vic my arm, intending to escort her home, and felt awfully lewed, and somehow sure that she would permit a liberty, tho I was surprised at that discovery. She seemed to me all at once to be a frisky bitch, in-stead of my friend\u2019s sister, the daughter of the wealthy merchant. I kissed and was kissed \u2014 we stood still in the fog \u2014 I pressed my hand against her belly. \u2014 \u201cLet me,\u201d said I. \u201cWhat?\u201d \u201cDo it.\u201d \u201cOh likely,\u201d said she, laughing&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and pushing away my hand; but putting my arm round her, I pressed her gently up against the railings of some gardens abutting on the road; and got my fingers on to her cunt. \u2014 \u201cLet\u2019s do it.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re mad.\u201d \u201cNone can see us, no one is out.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t, people will pass,\u201d she said, in a low tone, but her thighs were open. I was sure she was lewed, and that she was enjoying the friction of my fingers. Pushing aside the lower part of my cloak, I had my prick ready, and was pulling up her heavy winter clothes, when men\u2019s voices were heard, and two came along talking loudly. We moved on, dropping both petticoats and cloak over us. What the men fancied I know not but jeeringly, one remarked, \u201cI hope we ain\u2019t disturbed you.\u201d \u2014 Lost in the fog in a minute, we still heard their voices and laughter and \u201cfuck\u201d said very plainly, but we were quite disconcerted, and she would let me do no more.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 947\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Then I asked her to meet me \u2014 and she named \u201cthe day after tomorrow\u201d \u2014 I had just arranged to meet the unknown lady on that day \u2014 no, I was engaged. \u2014 \u201cIt must be this day week then.\u201d \u201cAgreed, and at half past five, it\u2019s dark then.\u201d Suddenly she said she was going to sleep at her cousin\u2019s that night \u2014 and in five minutes I left her at the cousin\u2019s door. \u2014 She had said before that she didn\u2019t know what her brother would think about her being out so late.<\/p>\n<p>Victoria\u2019s permission, her behaviour when in the omnibus, and now her sleeping away from her home set me wondering, for she seemed so much up to snuff. The next day I made enquiry about this cousin, and heard she was the widow of a clerk in the Bank of England who had been dead about two years, and had left her enough to live upon \u2014 but she let her first floor. \u2014 She had lived there some years, and all looked respectable, but as to Vic it was clear that she knew she was going to meet me for fucking, and I was staggered at her doing so, considering who and what she had been, and what she was now, \u2014 and this cousin who came to my knowledge thus suddenly, \u2014 staggered me, she seemed like an accomplice in Victoria\u2019s pranks.<\/p>\n<p>On the appointed day, I was by the Nelson column, and saw a well grown woman walking quickly with her veil down. \u2014 She walked past me, I followed not recognising her, but knowing that if she returned when she got to the end of the square, she would be waiting for some one. \u2014 She did. \u2014 I bowed and said \u201cKensington.\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d said she lifting her veil with&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">a laugh, and putting her arm at once in mine. \u2014 In five minutes we were in my favourite house \u2014 she seemed agitated and kept her veil down, saying \u201cLet\u2019s walk quickly,\u201d \u2014 which we did.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 948\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>She threw off veil and bonnet directly she was in the room. I kissed her at once. How delicious is the first illicit kiss of a pretty woman. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m so glad you\u2019ve come, I half doubted you.\u201d \u201cAh who\u2019d have thought it,\u201d she replied. Down on the sofa we sat questioning each other, mutually curious. I dare say both told lies enough, she more, I expect, from the sequel than I \u2014 having certainly more to hide.<\/p>\n<p>But almost directly, and whilst chatting, my hand went on to her cunt. Her fat thighs offered no obstruction to my fingers, our mouths joined, and we were silent. She in the voluptuous enjoyment of being felt, I in feeling her hot slit which speedily moistened with lust. Then I gave her my prick to handle, it was throbbing for her, and soon was ungovernable. A prick shows its lust at once to the female, a woman\u2019s cunt gives less easy indication to the male.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s do it,\u201d said I rising. \u2014 At once she began undressing I did the same, and in shirt and chemise only, in a couple of minutes we mounted the bed. \u201cLet\u2019s see your cunt love.\u201d Open went her thighs, I saw for a moment a full lipped red gash in a thicket of dark hair, my belly met hers, I clasped a fat arse, and in five minutes in tranquil pleasure, my prick lay still, weltering in a cunt as full of spunk as ever cunt was, and she speechless was kissing me softly in a voluptuous satisfied manner.<\/p>\n<p>Tho there was a large fire, and two gas lamps burning, she wanted to get under the counterpane. Pulling off our shoes we did. With slabbered prick, and cunt brimming over, we lay down. Feeling each other, the gluey state of our genitals adding to our lasciviousness, and baudily we talked. \u2014 \u201cDo you like fucking?\u201d said I. \u201cDo you know any lady who doesn\u2019t?\u201d \u2014Was I married \u2014 was she \u2014 when was she first fucked \u2014 when did I first do it. \u2014 These and a few similar lewed questions seemed to come quickly and unpremeditatedly; this was one of the lewedest talks I ever had with a lady at so early a stage of acquaintance. In a short time by squeezing, fumbling, and groping, I was stiff again, buried my prick in her lubricated cunt, and we fucked and dozed off in each other\u2019s arms under the counterpane. We had not been in the room half an hour.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 949\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cI must wash,\u201d said she awakening, and as if it had only just occurred to her. \u2014 Getting up she did so \u2014 I did also. \u2014 \u201cNow I must see your cunt,\u201d said I. \u201cYou may look At it,\u201d she replied laughing. \u201cTake off your chemise.\u201d \u201cI shall be cold.\u201d \u201cCome on to the sofa.\u201d \u2014 Off went her chemise. \u201cTake off your shirt.\u201d \u2014 Off I threw it. Then I looked at her cunt, and upwards and downwards from armpits to anus. \u2014Oh those delicious investigations when made for the first time on a fine woman, or indeed almost any woman for the first time, for a lustful curiosity steals over me at the idea of seeing any female naked, from an infant to a middle aged one, \u2014 and she was a splendid tall creature, with large breasts, hairy arm pits, a dark fledged, full lipped, mature, bold, handsome looking cunt, with a larger clitoris than usual. It was indeed so much developed as to be quite a feature, but there were but small inner lips, hanging from it. Her whole form was fleshy and solid, her face handsome but bold, with large dark fiery eyes, and splendid teeth showing through full lips, and now I guessed her to be thirty-eight years old.<\/p>\n<p>I stirred the fire, and moved the cheval glass, so that in two glasses we could see ourselves reflected. \u2014 We kissed \u2014 I laid naked on her. \u2014 She rubbed her hand over my flesh from my naked rump up to my blade bones. \u201cWhat lovely flesh you have,\u201d said she. \u201cYou don\u2019t like hairy men then.\u201d \u2014 She did not answer, but burst out into loud laughter. \u2014 Then I laid half by her side, half sitting, and she the same. She seized my prick, held it fast, and put her tongue to mine, whilst I felt her cunt. But restlessly her eyes first turned to the chimney glass, then to the cheval glass, and I saw she was delighted at seeing herself with me naked in the reflection of the glasses.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid you never see yourself reflected in a glass naked with a man like this before?\u201d \u201cNever,\u201d said she, emphatically. \u201cDo you like it?\u201d \u201cWe look very beautiful, don\u2019t we,\u201d she replied. \u2014 Then I got up, lifted her limbs, put myself in attitudes for her to see, and pushed my prick in her face. \u2014 She held me to her, nestled her mouth in my balls, and kissed it long. \u2014 Again I laid on the top of her naked, on the sofa. \u2014 \u201cOh-o,\u201d said she sighing \u2014 \u201cit\u2019s lovely to be naked together,\u201d and putting her hand down she inserted my prick in her cunt. \u2014\u201dLet\u2019s get on the bed, we have more room there.\u201d \u2014 She got on the bed quickly, as if she had not been fucked and within the hour thrice had my spunk bedewed her cunt. She had come out for a fucking and meant to have it, and was either a strong&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">lewed one, or her cunt had been a long time neglected. But I set her down as having strong passions.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 950\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>Then we reposed, for the third fuck takes it all out of me for a time, and it cools most women whom I have had. \u2014 So under the counterpane we got again, tho the room was hot as an oven \u2014 and kissing and tonguing we laid close to each other, she holding my prick with all its moisture, I feeling her large clitoris. Then we talked, till she turned on to her back, and I laid my head on her breasts as a pillow, and we slightly dozed.<\/p>\n<p>I got thirsty and suggested wine and other things. \u2014 No, nothing but gin. \u2014 A bottle was brought and we drank it with water. \u2014 It\u2019s the only time that I have had a lady in a brothel who asked for gin \u2014 Then we put on shirt and chemise, and coals on the fire \u2014 and in semi-nudity sat again on the sofa, talking and kissing, my free hand (the left I may add) roving from breast to cunt. \u2014 After a time she slipped her hand under my balls, and we talked, her eyes fixed on the looking glasses. Now and then she moved her limbs to contemplate ourselves better, and every now and then she kissed me. I could get to know nothing about her. \u2014 \u201cWe haven\u2019t come here to learn all about each other have we?\u201d said she. \u201cYou\u2019ve been asking me enough questions.\u201d \u201cAnd how much do I know?\u201d she replied. \u2014 We laughed. \u2014 \u201cHow often are you fucked? \u2014 you can tell that,\u201d said I. \u2014 \u201cOh, once a month and twice on new year\u2019s day.\u201d \u201cHow often do you have a lady?\u201d \u201cAfter each of my meals \u2014 and twice in the night regularly,\u201d said I \u201cOh, you story,\u201d said she, squeezing my prick, and putting her tongue to mine. \u2014 I left off questioning, and we talked about baudy houses, and the price of the rooms, about which she seems intensely curious.<\/p>\n<p>More than an hour must have passed in talking, when the unknown gave unmistakable signs of her cunt being overheated. She ceased talking and looking in the glasses, her lips were close to mine, kissing and delicately tonguing. She gave soft sighs as if my feeling her cunt gave her pleasure, \u2014 and she frigged me, but so slowly and gently, that one could scarcely notice it. \u2014 \u201cShall we fuck dear,\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d said she, at once. \u2014 \u201cLet me look at your dear cunt again,\u201d and I knelt down by the side of the sofa. \u2014 Her thighs opened wide \u2014 and for a time I gazed at the very red orifice. \u2014 Then (I had been thinking about it), I began to look on her thighs and on her belly, where the ample curly hair of her motte ended, \u2014 to see if&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">there were marks of childbirth. I kissed all about it whilst looking, to hide my object, and every now and then opened her cunt lips, and put a finger up her, for the amplitude of the fat gap and clitoris stirred my lust.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 951\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>\u201cWhat are you looking at?\u201d said she. \u201cTo see if you\u2019ve had a baby.\u201d She pushed my head away, closed her thighs, and sat up laughing. \u2014 \u201cWhat does it mat-ter to you if I have or have not?\u201d \u201cHave you?\u201d \u201cYes and no \u2014 you will know more perhaps by and by, \u2014 can you tell?\u201d I replied that I could \u2014 and indeed for a year or two past I have been very curious on this point, and many of my courtesans I have asked if they had had a child, and if they had got them to point out to me the peculiar signs of an over strained belly. \u2014 My lady however did not refuse me further inspection, but I could not see any clear signs of it, \u2014 but risking it, I said, \u201cI see you have.\u201d \u201cReally! you are clever,\u201d was all she remarked, got on to the bed, and soon I forgot every thing in the probing of her luscious cunt.<\/p>\n<p>Then we lay quite quiet, she with eyes closed \u2014 cuddling quite close to me, and clasping me as we lay side by side, as if in most voluptuous dreaminess. I was tired, but my brain always baudily at work by the side of a woman, kept thinking her over. \u2014 So we lay speechless long. At length \u2014 \u201cYou are thinking of fucking,\u201d I said. \u201cYes,\u201d said she with eyes still closed. \u201cLet\u2019s go to sleep.\u201d \u201cI am frightened we shall sleep too long.\u201d Then I put her thigh up over mine, and my hand grasped the gluey gap. I rubbed her clitoris till she gave a shiver of pleasure, then she roused herself and washed her cunt. I looking on, noticed that it was a surface wash only. \u2014 Then with chemise and shirt on, we went back to the sofa, and looked at ourselves in the glasses. \u201cDo you always wear silk stockings?\u201d said I. [They were twice the present price \u2014 but silkier.] \u201cOnly sometimes,\u201d she replied.<\/p>\n<p>Our talk was of all sorts of things, tho we still put sly but useless questions about each other. At length \u2013 \u201cWhat does it matter if we like to meet here, who we are?\u201d said she. The time went on, her conversation was most charming. \u2014 She drank moderately, \u2014 and had never yet pissed, till rising. \u201cI must pee,\u201d said she, lifting up her chemise slightly, and looking for the chamberpot.<\/p>\n<p>My letch came on at once. \u201cDo it here and I\u2019ll see you.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYou must.\u201d \u2014 fetching a pot, I put it in front of the sofa. \u2014 She refused for a&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">time, till she could wait no longer, and then pissed over my hand half a pot full. \u2014 \u201cLook what that\u2019s done,\u201d said I showing a stiff stander. \u2014 Then I covered the whole surface of her cunt with my hand, and so dried it. \u2014 Odd tricks of that sort are always occurring to me. \u2014 \u201cI never should have thought that any man would do such a thing,\u201d said she. \u2014 I told her some of my exploits with women and that bladder fluid, which led to further history of my doings with women, and on saying I had seen, and felt, and fucked, six or seven hundred. \u2014 \u201cOh, you story teller \u2014 I don\u2019t believe any man but the Grand Turk has, and oh! your making me pee on your hand \u2014 oh! it\u2019s incredible.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 952\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>It was nearly ten, she said she must think of going, \u2014 but still we sat half reclining on the sofa, feeling each other and kissing. \u201cI\u2019ll fuck you before you go.\u201d \u201cCan you?\u201d \u201cCome to the bed, \u2014 no stop, \u2014 kneel on the sofa instead, and we can see ourselves.\u201d \u2014 She was amorous enough for anything. \u2014 I pushed the cheval glass and sofa about, till with the chimney glass we could see every movement. \u2014Then stripping off our linen, she knelt, and after kissing her marbly arse, and fat protruding hairy cunt lips, we had ten minutes hard fucking, and she cried out \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 how \u2014 stiff it \u2014 is,\u201d \u2014 and spent as I did. \u2014 Then with backside gently quivering, and I with trembling knees, we kept joined long, both silent and looking in the glass, till my prick slunk out of her cunt.<\/p>\n<p>Immediately she poured out a tumbler full of very strong gin and water, and drank it right off. My suspicion about her condition in the omnibus crossed my mind. \u2014Was she going home by omnibus? \u2014 \u201cCertainly not.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhy the other night?\u201d \u201cA whim.\u201d \u2014 She dressed quickly. Yes I\u2019ll meet you again on Saturday. She did not wish to be seen walking with me; but when quite dusk, she would be near to the end of the street, \u2014 I was to go to the house when I saw her, she to follow me in a minute. \u201cAnd mind I can only stop an hour or so.\u201d \u2014 She made me promise then not to follow her. \u2014 At leaving I made some offers. \u2014 No \u2014 she herself would get a cab directly. No \u2014 she had plenty of money to pay for it. \u2014 \u201cLet me kiss your cunt before you go.\u201d \u2014 I did, and we stood for a minute in front of the cheval glass, feeling each other\u2019s genitals, \u2014 our tongues meeting. Then she took an-other tumbler of strong gin and water and departed \u2014 leaving me very curious, but pleased with her full and voluptuous libidinosity, and the baudy amusements we had enjoyed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 953\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p>On the Saturday, it came off exactly as planned. We were shown into a back bedroom without so many glasses. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s not such a nice room as the other,\u201d she remarked. \u2014 I rang. \u2014 \u201cThe front is engaged, sir, the upper front if you like.\u201d \u2014 There we went. \u2014 (Her veil carefully down.) There the glasses were much the same. She began stripping instantly, I followed, and for a minute or two we lay on the sofa, looking and feeling; then she frigged at my prick so impatiently, and sighed so, that at once on the bed we went and fucked passionately, and her intense enjoyment added greatly to my pleasure.<\/p>\n<p>She washed her cunt directly afterwards this time, and piddled. \u2014 Whilst sitting on the pot, \u201cThere is a glass there,\u201d said she alluding to one against the partition. She hadn\u2019t noticed it before. \u2014 \u201cYes, and we can see ourselves fucking in it.\u201d With our tongues together when fucking before, we had not noticed this possibility in the other room. \u2014 But now she frigged up my cock, looking over at us in the glass whilst she did so, and when next we fucked both our heads were turned towards it, and I lost her lovely moist mouth. Then we fucked a third time, and at each succeeding embrace she seemed more and more impassioned. I\u2019ve never had a woman who held me so tightly to her as she did when copulating. \u2014 In a hurry she went off as before \u2014 promising to meet me on the following Thursday, and stop late. The looking glasses were an exciting novelty to her, as I have found them to other women. She said they excited her and that she had never seen herself fucking in a looking glass before. [It is a fact that then when in the actual movements of love I cared but little about looking glasses, my physical enjoyment in fucking was so absorbing, but I have liked them as I grew older.]<\/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 11 Camille again. \u2022 Intentions of fidelity broken. \u2022 About myself and good fortunes. \u2022 Shall I print my liaison with Victoria? \u2022 Miss Victoria B*c*n. \u2022 About omnibuses generally. \u2022 A foggy night. \u2022 The late omnibus. \u2022 Dark inside. \u2022 Vic\u2019s hurry. \u2022 Her friskiness. \u2022 The end seat. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1577\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Eleven<\/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-1577","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1577"}],"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=1577"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1577\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2545,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1577\/revisions\/2545"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1577"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}