{"id":1581,"date":"2022-08-23T18:07:41","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:07:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1581"},"modified":"2022-09-19T17:25:16","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T17:25:16","slug":"volume-five-chapter-thirteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1581","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Thirteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1581\" class=\"elementor elementor-1581\" 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-4ed5464 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"4ed5464\" 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-8089bc4\" data-id=\"8089bc4\" 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-351e0c6 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"351e0c6\" 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\/2EvO4aQtPtyLHnVJ02cc2u\" 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-843c8e9\" data-id=\"843c8e9\" 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-5452dda elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"5452dda\" 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\/0scv4ZQhds2kaFzRFbhVAt\" 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-33cb1ec elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"33cb1ec\" 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-e925051\" data-id=\"e925051\" 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-74760d5 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"74760d5\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 963\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 13<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In the Haymarket. \u2022 Cunt struck suddenly. \u2022 Sweet young Hefty. \u2022 An impatient couple. \u2022 A happy meeting. \u2022 Almost in love. \u2022 Mary S****s. \u2022 A servant by chance. \u2022 In Cockspur St. \u2022 Luncheon and lust. \u2022 Stared at. \u2022 At the accommodation house. \u2022 Nakedness. \u2022 Anonymous letters. \u2022 Fe-<i>male spite. \u2022 A quarrel with Vic. \u2022 With Mary at F***f*** St. \u2022 Confessions.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One Saturday afternoon I met a sweet faced girl looking twenty, fairly grown, and elegantly dressed. There was something about her which attracted me even in the distance. I kept my eyes fixed on hers from the moment I could distinguish them \u2014 and she on mine. \u2014 A sudden and strong desire for her seized me, tho I was not wanting nor even thinking of a woman. I wanted to see and talk with her, rather than anything else. We both slackened pace as we approached each other. \u2014 \u201cCome with me,\u201d I said with sudden impulse. Half stopping, looking at me steadily for a few seconds, and then smiling, she placed her arm in mine as I turned round, and in three minutes we were in a handsome bedroom. \u2014 We had not spoken a word, until the servant had closed the door; I had got one of my well known rooms, at J***s St.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI never was pounced upon like that before,\u201d said she. \u201cI longed for you the instant I set eyes on you,\u201d said I.\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u201cAnd I thought I should like you the instant I set eyes on you,\u201d she rejoined. We stood up kissing for a minute. She had beautiful brown hair, and light hazel eyes, with the softest and most voluptuous expression in them, and beautiful teeth. \u2014 Then taking off my coat and waistcoat, she, unasked, quickly stripped to her chemise \u2014 and a lovely creature she was. Slim but quite plump enough, with flesh like ivory, hard little breasts, sweetly shaped legs, and with one of the loveliest little youthful cunts, set in a small quantity of silky chestnut hair that I ever saw, and all seen in the most exquisite underclothing. Stripped to my shirt, her naked bum was soon seated on my naked thigh, and whilst I twiddled her cunt, and she held my prick, our mouths and tongues together uttered inarticulate soft sighs of love, without speaking, till I\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">almost felt I should spend. We were speechless with lust and impatient to couple.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 964\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I pulled my prick from her, and my hand from her cunt. \u201cWe are in a hurry, \u2014 do you want to go soon?\u201d \u201cOh \u2014 no, I\u2019m in no hurry, but I want you to poke, let\u2019s do it dear and we will talk afterwards.\u201d \u2014 Again our hands were on our genitals, our sighs and salivas mixing for a minute, and then with one accord we went to the bed and fucked, murmuring our pleasure to each other. Recovering, \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve a lovely cunt.\u201d \u201cYou fuck lovely,\u201d said she. \u201cOh I wish my prick would never come out of your cunt.\u201d \u201cSo do I, \u2014 keep it in till you do it again,\u201d thus we murmured our liking for each other, almost in each other\u2019s mouths.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Tho very late in the spring it was cool \u2014 and a fire was in the room. We sat after fucking on the sofa, with arms round each other and kissing. \u2014 The suddenness of our meeting, and poking, astonished us both. When had she been fucked last. Nearly a fortnight, ago \u2014 she was kept, and her friend had been away that time. \u201cDidn\u2019t you want fucking my dear?\u201d \u201cAnd didn\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cI must wash, it\u2019s running out on to my chemise.\u201d \u201cNo, don\u2019t it\u2019s nicer the second time unwashed.\u201d \u201cSo it is, but give me a towel. \u201d \u2014 I gave it to her, she put it under her bum, we talked a minute only longer, then speechless our tongues again met, and then to the bed. My prick went up, \u2014 \u201cOh isn\u2019t your cunt smooth?\u201d \u201cYes, dear \u2014 oh, lovely,\u201d \u2014 soon we were in ecstasy again, and then on the sofa we sat and talked. \u2014 Her name was Henrietta, and she was called Hetty. Soon again I had her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Time rolled on, I got hungry. She wanted food, \u2014 but neither talked of leaving. At about ten o\u2019clock, \u2014 my glorious stiff one (my prick will always stand to a nice woman even if it can\u2019t spend) rammed and rammed and fetched her but gave out no sperm. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m done,\u201d said I. \u201cAnd done enough, you have knocked me up,\u201d said she. Then we went to a shop, feasted full of lobster and separated. I had never had a more exquisite five hours with any woman, young, old, modest, or gay.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She met me again by appointment a few days after. \u2014 I had ordered clean dry sheets on the bed, and we laid naked together in them. We were mutually satisfied with each other\u2019s bodies. This time I gave her a little dinner before we went there, so we were in the best possible condition, tho I doubt if we really fucked better, or enjoyed each other\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">more than we did at first. We spooned each other. For the most part my taste and my luck as it seems to me, has run me into large arced, fleshy, fat cunted, well haired, big women, so that this little lady seemed lovely to me by comparison. Her cunt seemed to fit me so, \u2014 and the slight hair pleased me so, that I kept thinking about that charming variety. Variety was perhaps at the bottom of it all, for a fresh cunt is mostly delicious, or it always is so to me.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 965\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When fucked out and dressed, we sat by the fire. \u2014 She would not tell me where she lived, \u2014it was a nice little house, but her man was nearly always with her, and had kept her a year, she had only been gay three months before he did so. Now she was only eighteen, and he was so good, and liberal, and kept her mother as well, so that she was frightened-of being found out. \u2014 She had never, she could swear, had any man since he had kept her but myself. \u2014 and, \u201cGood heavens, I longed for you as I looked in your eyes, and the quickness, oh!\u201d Here she repeated my words, and described my action. \u2014 She should never forget it. \u2014 \u201cI wish you would keep me. \u2014 I should love you in a week,\u201d said she, \u201cand would be so faithful to you. \u2014 I\u2019ve never really felt I should like a man but you, tho I\u2019ve only seen you twice.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">If her friend had not returned she would meet me a third time. \u2014 If she did not, I was to understand that she could not, and that she had said good bye to me. She did meet me, and we had three hours of the hardest fucking I ever have had yet. \u2014 \u201cOh,\u201d said she, kissing me, \u201cto think it\u2019s the last time I ever shall see you perhaps, there may be a chance, but I fear not.\u201d \u2014 We arranged where to write to each other. \u201cBut what\u2019s good,\u201d said she, \u201cI shall love you perhaps.\u201d She never did write, I did, but got no reply. \u2014 I made her take some money which she had refused before. \u2014 She cried and kissed me, passionately when we separated for ever, for I never saw her afterwards.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was so nice that I had at once the idea of asking her to be my mistress \u2014 I had the same idea about Lucy a year ago \u2014 but resisted it. \u2014 I was so unhappy that I longed for a home with a female in it, but had found that a mistress did not do much to diminish my unhappiness, so altho I longed for Hetty, gave up all idea of keeping her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">About a week after I saw Hetty for the last time, I was loitering about Cockspur Street, at about half past twelve, on a lovely sunshiny,\u00a0<span style=\"font-weight: bold;\"><i>though\u00a0coldest day in May<\/i><\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">, when I met three women walking abreast. Two were middle aged, and comfortably clad like small trades-women, the third was a strapping, healthy woman of about one and twenty, with dark bright eyes, dark hair, and clear skin, and clad like a well to do, quiet, servant. I wanted a woman that morning. Her face pleased me, and as she looked at me as I approached, I put out my lips as if kissing, and winked at her, just as I passed her. The others did not see this.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 966\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I turned round looking after her, and saw that she had small feet \u2014 (her petticoats were short), and showed a thickish ankle in white stockings. She had a steady movement of her haunches, and had in brief every indication of the form of woman I liked, and I followed them at a distance. Soon she half turned to look back, but seeing me, turned again quickly. In a minute afterwards they went into a public house. She\u2019s a servant out for a holiday and if game at all, wants a man, here is a chance \u2014 thought I. I like a young servant, and have had dozens of them. \u2014 So I walked into the public house after them.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They were standing in a compartment shut off from the rest of the bar. The two middle aged had ale \u2014 the young one nothing. I ordered a glass of wine and re-marked that it was a fine day. \u2014 \u201cYes it was,\u201d said she seemingly a little confused. Would she have a glass of wine. \u2014 She looked round at the women, one of whom nudged her. Then she said she would. Talking on, I asked if she was going to the Royal Academy to see the pictures. \u2014 She didn\u2019t know anything about the place but said she liked pictures. I offered to take her. \u201cIt\u2019s only across the road almost \u2014 if your friends can spare you, let us go.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This seemed to upset the other women, one of whom said, \u201cIf we don\u2019t go at once, we shall be late.\u201d The young woman said, \u201cWait a minute,\u201d \u2014 and went on talking with me, and I repeated my offer. Impatiently another said, \u201cIf you come out with us Miss ****, you come, if you don\u2019t, you don\u2019t, \u2014 you know the ad-dress, he\u2019ll be home at one o\u2019clock mind, and won\u2019t wait for nobody.\u201d Then out the two went. Said she, \u201cI must go or they will be angry.\u201d \u201cNever mind, come and have luncheon with me, and we will go to the pictures afterwards.\u201d \u201cPerhaps they are waiting for me.\u201d I went out, could not see them, and then asked if they were relations. \u2014 No \u2014 one was her landlady, the other woman lodged there, and they were going to her sister\u2019s to dine at one o\u2019clock.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 967\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Never mind. \u201cYou are a dressmaker aren\u2019t you?\u201d She answered quite straight. \u201cNo, I\u2019m a servant, and left my situation four days ago, but I shall soon get another for I have a good character. I\u2019ve been after one this morning, and as I\u2019d nothing to do, and Mrs. * * * asked me to come with them, I did, \u2014 Oh! but I\u2019ve forgot the address, \u2014 isn\u2019t there a place called * * * *\u201d \u2014 I could not help her \u2014 and didn\u2019t mean to if I could. \u2014 \u201cWhat ever will she think if I don\u2019t go?\u201d \u201cSay you forgot the address and went home, but come and have luncheon.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She hesitated uneasily. \u2014 We went out, could not see the two women, and I took her quickly to the Cafe de l\u2019E*r**e (one of the best eating and drinking places in London, and supported mainly by kept women and their protectors) . Soon an ample luncheon with champagne was before us. \u2014 We sat side by side, she tucked in the food, ate heartily, and got well warmed up with champagne before she had half finished her meat. Good food soon heats a cunt, I know as well as any man now, and heats a prick as well.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">All she had told was probable, but where did she lodge \u2014 and where had she been in service. I asked this right off. \u2014 She told me both places, and they happened to be<i><span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">\u00a0in the very quarter of London where I first lived after I had run through my first fortune. \u2014 \u201cDo you know * * * Terrace?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cWell I have just left No. 3 \u2014 Mrs. S***n**s, I was housemaid there.\u201d \u2014 I knew the house perfectly\u00a0<\/span><\/i>\u2014 and where she had got a lodging was close to where my sweet maid Mary had lodged, when she left my service years ago, so I felt convinced she was telling me the truth. Her name was Mary S****s. How many more Marys am I to have?<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I began warm talk very soon after she had got her belly full. Did she sleep alone in the lodgings or with her sweetheart. \u201cAlone, of course.\u201d It was her first place in London. \u2014 Her parents lived at * * * *. \u2014 \u201cI know why you came to London.\u201d \u201cDo you? why,\u201d said she laughing. \u201cYou got into a scrape at home with a man. She coloured scarlet, and seemed confused. \u2014 \u201cThat it wasn\u2019t.\u201d \u2014 But feeling sure that by chance I had hit the right nail, I chaffed her and added, \u201cMy dear what if you did \u2014 a woman\u2019s a fool if she doesn\u2019t have a man if she liked one. \u2014 We are made for each other. Miss S****s \u2014 may I call you Mary?\u201d \u201cYes, if you like.\u201d \u201cAnd no woman knows what the pleasure of life is, till a man\u2019s naked thighs have lain between her naked thighs.\u201d<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 968\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cOh \u2014 I don\u2019t like that talk.\u201d \u201cYou like the thing tho, don\u2019t you? \u2014 but tell me all about your country lover, did his thighs go there?\u201d and I laid my hand broadly on hers underneath the table. \u2014 She did not much object to that hand \u2014 but \u201cno\u201d \u2014 there was no country lover she could declare. \u2014 \u201cHave some tarts, don\u2019t you like them?\u201d \u201cOh yes, but I\u2019m nearly busting now, the food\u2019s so nice.\u201d Tarts were ordered and eaten, and another glass of champagne drunk, and by then she was frisky and a little loud. \u2014 I put my hand on her thigh at every opportunity, and closer and closer to her belly, \u2014 then gave a pinch, whispering that I felt the hair. \u2014 \u201cOh you story, don\u2019t do that. \u2014 How that gentleman opposite keeps staring at us,\u201d and she pushed my hand away.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A man was staring at us \u2014 so we changed sides and then the wooden enclosure hid us (scarcely anyone was there). We subdued our voices \u2014 but that she was quite lewed through food, and wine, my talk, and her constitution, I now felt sure. \u2014 She laughed at every thing I said, I got from delicate smut, to plain words, then put her hand outside my trousers on my cock \u2014 \u201cIsn\u2019t it hard there,\u201d said I and gradually exciting her, dared at last to ask her to come with me somewhere, and have a cup of tea and I would give her a new dress if she would only let me see her lovely legs to just above her knees.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She got up then. \u2014 No she wouldn\u2019t, she was surprised, \u2014 but there was lust in her eyes. She must go, and wished she could recollect the address. \u2014 What would Mrs * * * think of her now, and so on \u2014 \u201cI declare I think I\u2019ve had too much to drink.\u201d \u201cYou want to piddle I expect.\u201d \u201cI want something badly,\u201d said she, laughing. \u2014 \u201cThere is no place here but I will show you where.\u201d \u2014 Then I paid the bill. \u2014 \u201cWhat a lot of money it cost,\u201d she remarked. \u201cI\u2019ll give you twice as much to see you undressed.\u201d \u2014 She shook me by the arm, \u201cNow I won\u2019t have this.\u201d \u2014 We left \u2014 I led her to J***s St: You can piddle in here, and have a cup of tea \u2014 it will refresh you.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cCome.\u201d \u201cI won\u2019t \u2014 I pushed open the door and pulled her in gently, saying as I entered, \u201cSend us up some tea.\u201d Next minute we were in a bedroom. \u2014 \u201cOh,\u201d said she, \u201cthis isn\u2019t a public house is it?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d said I boldly, \u201cthis is where people come to fuck.\u201d \u201cOho \u2014 no \u2014 is it really a bad house? \u2014 you\u2019d no business to bring me here. I won\u2019t stop\u201d \u2014 but I pushed her into a chair! and there she sat.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 969\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The tea was brought. \u2014 \u201cYou haven\u2019t piddled.\u201d \u201cWhere can I?\u201d \u2014 That point of modesty was gone. \u2014 \u201cHere is the pot.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t before you.\u201d \u201cI can,\u201d and pulling out my prick under her very nose \u2014 but so stiff that the piss could scarcely get through it, I some-how managed it, whilst she looked askant at me all the time. \u201cThere now you do it.\u201d \u201cYou go away then and don\u2019t look.\u201d \u201cAll right.\u201d \u2014 Putting down the pot I turned my back, but directly she began turned round to her. \u2014 \u201cYou rude man,\u201d said she, laughing. She was slightly groggy I now noticed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIs your cunt wet?\u201d said I. \u201cDirty man, I won\u2019t tell you.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll feel,\u201d and stooping to get my hand well on to her thighs. \u2014She struggled hard and made a noise, but I pushed her back on to the sofa and got my fingers well between her cunt lips. \u2014 That settled her at once \u2014 all her gaity left. \u2014 She no longer laughed nor squirmed, but seemed quite scared. \u2014 \u201cOh no \u2014 I didn\u2019t think you\u2019d go so far as that, \u2014 Oh \u2014 really \u2014 now let me go \u2014 I won\u2019t have any tea \u2014 I must go to my friends.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But I know the trick when once my hand is on a woman\u2019s clitoris. \u2014 I dare say I don\u2019t vary it whether with a lady, a mistress or servant. Instinct teaches from that moment, and alone guides me. I have no system of what to do and say. How I wish I could see other men under similar circumstances. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t struggle, it\u2019s foolish, let me feel (\u2014 I have felt it you know how)<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 only for a minute, \u2014 kiss me.\u201d \u2014 Then twiddle till the pleasure pervades the whole gap, and I kiss so that the woman cannot utter a word. \u2014 \u201cFeel my prick<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 only for a minute. Do \u2014 there \u2014 isn\u2019t it stiff, \u2014 how it\u2019s longing to go up your cunt. \u2014 Do let me \u2014 I won\u2019t spend in you. \u2014 Don\u2019t fear \u2014 I\u2019ll pull it out when you like, if you\u2019ll only let me put it in for a minute.\u201d \u201cOh don\u2019t, I\u2019m frightened to let you, \u2014 oh \u2014 leave off.\u201d \u2014 Then comes silence, silence only broken by soft, voluptuous kisses \u2014 then she is near to spending<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 her cunt yearning for sperm, and wetting itself to get ready for the prick to enter it, helpless with desire she surrenders and the thighs open. Thus it was with Mary S****s, as with others before.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Silence and kisses \u2014 and the feeling of each other\u2019s genitals \u2014 but not for long. \u2014 In ten minutes after the tea had been brought in, there was Mary\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">laying on the bed, silent, and with eyes closed, and her cunt full, and my dripping prick was dangling outside it, I on her belly, her clothes up in a heap above her navel. It was only about three o\u2019clock in the afternoon.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 970\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019m so sleepy,\u201d said she. \u201cLet\u2019s get into bed then and get your clothes off.\u201d \u201cI\u2019d better go.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t be foolish, Mary \u2014 you\u2019ve been fucked and I\u2019m going to do it again, \u2014 let\u2019s enjoy ourselves, take off your things.\u201d \u2014 Rising from her belly, I undressed rapidly to my shirt. \u2014 She laid quite quietly looking on. \u201cNo,\u201d \u2014 she must go. \u2014 I dragged her off the bed by her feet, and then she undressed, and went to bed, I fucked her again \u2014 and then we both slept soundly.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I awakened it was nearly five o\u2019clock. She was still asleep. Gently as possible I uncovered her to her waist, and saw a lovely pair of hard breasts, and dark hair peeping out from her arm pits. Carefully I drew the clothes over her again and slid my finger on to her cunt which was wet and sticky, as delicately as if with a feather. I rubbed her clitoris for such a time, wetting my finger lower down when it grew dry. She was soundly asleep, but the sensation I was awaking in her began to make her restless. In her sleep she put her hand down to her cunt. I drew away mine. \u2014 \u201cWho\u2019s that,\u201d said she suddenly awakening. \u201cI, my love,\u201d and I moved on to her belly with a stiff prick again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There is nothing I love better than to frig a nice woman when fast asleep and watch her randiness come on, her thighs move, her hand go suddenly (they all do that) on to her cunt as she awakens, after gradually getting more and more restless and excited with voluptuous desire, caused by the friction.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s o\u2019clock? oh I\u2019ve been dreaming so, let me get up.\u201d \u201cAfter we\u2019ve done it again love,\u201d said I \u2014 inserting my prick in her lubricious cunt. \u2014 What woman with a prick well up her can insist on getting up? Then keeping my prick in, raising myself on one elbow to look at her, I talked voluptuous talk. \u2014 \u201cO-ho,\u201d sighed she, and her cunt gave a squeeze. Then we had our third pleasure and she seemed on the point of sleeping again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But as if suddenly recollecting herself, \u2014 \u201cOh let me wash, Oh \u2014 I\u2019m nearly naked,\u201d \u2014 and getting out rapidly she washed her quim saying, \u201cOh sir, you gave me too much wine purposely to make me do what I\u2019ve done.\u201d Then she began to dress herself, but folding her arms and kissing\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her I prevented her. \u201cDon\u2019t be foolish, it\u2019s too late.\u201d \u201cOh you gave me too much wine purposely, and you did it to make me let you do that to me \u2014 it\u2019s a shame.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 971\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had really done nothing of the sort, not thinking from her manner that it was needful, for I fancied she wanted a man; she had kept hand in mine and pressed it before she had begun to eat. She certainly had drunk a good lot, but beyond laughing and talking much, had not given a sign of being tight, until she went to sleep. I denied it, and got her to be reasonable. Her land-lady was not to be home till eight o\u2019clock, so what hurry? Let me see your lovely cunt, and I kissed down from her breasts to her navel \u2014 and then upwards from motte to navel. \u201cNow don\u2019t be foolish, let me look at it, I\u2019ve fucked it, I\u2019ve fucked it three times.\u201d Soon I held the lips open and looked, kissed and examined it, and then, with heated genitals, on the bed we fucked. Each fuck takes longer in completing than the previous one. The pleasure is less rapid, and what voluptuous rests, and talk, and kisses we get, which we cannot pause for in the first coupling. How long one\u2019s prick lays stiff and quiet in the folds of the warm cunt before it recommences its exercise.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She dressed. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t look at me \u2014 my things aren\u2019t quite clean,\u201d said she. \u2014 And then we left. \u2014 She made a promise to meet me the next day at the same hour. \u2014 I put her into a cab and gave her money to pay for it, promising her a new bonnet the next day.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We met, lunched, and enjoyed ourselves as on the previous day. \u201cMy linen\u2019s quite clean,\u201d said she, \u201cI was ashamed of it yesterday.\u201d \u2014 In my hot lust I had not noticed its being soiled, if it was so. She was a nice creature, with fat thighs, large and well shaped calves, with nearly black hair on her cunt, crisp, thick and curly, but not much of it. The handful of flesh which forms the cunt pad between her thighs was full and fleshy, but the lips did not project roundly. That sort of cunt always was pretty to me. \u2014 She had more pleasure, seemingly, than many women have in looking at my prick. \u2014 Whenever she felt it she kept her eyes upon it. \u201cLet me see it get stiff,\u201d said she, when it was under the clothes, on one day afterwards. Her manners, tho only those of a servant, pleased me. She seemed delighted and proud at being taken for a dress-maker, which I had said to flatter her.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 972\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">For two more days I had her, but could not give her so much bumbasting as she had on our first encounter. I couldn\u2019t manage that on two days running, but a couple of fucks satisfy most women. \u2014 Then she got a situation. \u2014 \u201cWhat shall I do if I\u2019m in the family way?\u201d said she. \u2014 How I hate to hear that said. It\u2019s the penalty of having any woman but whores. I told her my name, and the club to write to, and promised if in trouble that way to help her, but she never applied to me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As we went into the cafe, on the second day, I passed a distant relative with whom I was on indifferent terms, and who eyed us well. \u2014 About the fifth day, after I had had Mary S***s this occurred at my house. \u201cHere are two letters which concern you,\u201d and they were laid on the table. Both were anonymous and ad-dressed to her. \u2014 One said that the writer had seen me going into the cafe with a woman, and named the time. The other that I was seen putting a lady into a cab. Time and place also stated.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I said it was false \u2014 she might believe it or not as she pleased, that I guessed who wrote them, and so forth. \u2014 \u201cOne is in a woman\u2019s hand writing tho disguised.\u201d \u201cI dare say the same enemy.\u201d \u2014 There was no scene about it. \u2014 I wondered who wrote the second letter, and concluded it was written by the same man\u2019s wife. \u2014 \u201cWell give them back to me.\u201d \u201cCertainly not, I shall not leave you such means of injuring my character. Perhaps tho, you wrote them yourself.\u201d \u2014 So I destroyed them.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A few days after I met Victoria, and thought she seemed curious in manner. After we had been in the room for a minute, \u2014 \u201cI hope you enjoyed yourself when \u2014 where?\u201d \u2014 I had been seen, she had heard, helping a female into a cab. \u2014 I denied it \u2014 who told her so. \u2014 Her cousin. \u2014 \u201cYour cousin is a liar and very convenient to you.\u201d \u201cAnd to you also. \u2014 No, you shan\u2019t do it to me.\u201d \u2014 We had words \u2014 but she liked a prick too much to refuse it altogether. \u2014 So yielding I was beginning the grope, when, \u2014 \u201cI will see your cunt\u201d \u2014 but she would not let me see it. \u2014 I fucked her with-out, and directly after we parted in anger. \u2014 I am certain now that she saw me herself with Mary, it was her usual day for being at the West End, but she never avowed it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I took Mary to another dining place afterwards. Then we went different ways, and met at another baudy house for our enjoyment.\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">Mary always kept saying that I had given her too much wine on the first day, and she didn\u2019t know what she was about. \u2014 One day towards the end of our acquaintance when she repeated it, I said I was sure she was as lewed that day as she could be at the moment I met her, and that I saw it in her eyes as she looked at me, and in her manner when in the public house. She with a laugh, \u201cWell you did look like such a nice man, I did look at you \u2014 and you looked so at me \u2014 that I wondered if you liked me \u2014 and I did feel as if I wished you were my husband.\u201d \u201cYou wanted fucking,\u201d said I. \u201cI didn\u2019t know what I wanted,\u201d and that was all I got admitted.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5f1616; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 973\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She wished she could go to see her parents before she went to her situation, so I gave her the money to go \u2014 as well as other presents. She came back two days before the time, and two good afternoon fuckings we had. She was to have a holiday once a month, and said that she would willingly meet me \u2014 I said I would if in England \u2014 but I did not \u2014 I knew her new address, but in a month after had other fish to fry, and so tho I in-tended it at the time I spoke with her, I never had her again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was not a virgin, but I don\u2019t think a regular fuckstress, and I think had not had it for a long time; she enjoyed not embraces so strongly. After the first day she was much less ready, and more modest, no doubt the wine was in her on that first day, and that her system was craving for a fuck. Had it not been for that, I doubt if I should have got her, but who can tell. The cunt which has once had a prick up it will always have it again, and she helped to amuse me nicely for three weeks.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 13 In the Haymarket. \u2022 Cunt struck suddenly. \u2022 Sweet young Hefty. \u2022 An impatient couple. \u2022 A happy meeting. \u2022 Almost in love. \u2022 Mary S****s. \u2022 A servant by chance. \u2022 In Cockspur St. \u2022 Luncheon and lust. \u2022 Stared at. \u2022 At the accommodation house. \u2022 Nakedness. \u2022 Anonymous &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1581\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Thirteen<\/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-1581","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1581"}],"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=1581"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1581\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2559,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1581\/revisions\/2559"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1581"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}