{"id":1583,"date":"2022-08-23T18:08:10","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:08:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1583"},"modified":"2022-09-19T17:29:20","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T17:29:20","slug":"volume-five-chapter-fourteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1583","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Fourteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1583\" class=\"elementor elementor-1583\" 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-926ab8f elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"926ab8f\" 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-0654326\" data-id=\"0654326\" 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-78a52bd elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"78a52bd\" 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\/1RG0o5YhQoYUiwOddto6Cg\" 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-95f6120\" data-id=\"95f6120\" 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-fe3232c elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"fe3232c\" 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\/2RFnDRkHl0VBC5QZHEi0yi\" 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-fcab1a0 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"fcab1a0\" 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-8c75d51\" data-id=\"8c75d51\" 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-42b9e66 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"42b9e66\" 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: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 974\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 14<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Thoughts about myself, my skin and prick \u2022 At a Swiss village. \u2022 The hotel full. \u2022 A thin partition. \u2022 An amorous couple. \u2022 Ach mein Liebchen. \u2022 The chambermaid listens. \u2022 Consequences to her. \u2022 Against the window ledge. \u2022 The maid\u2019s occupation. \u2022 The loft. \u2022 A splintered foot. \u2022 A peep-<i>hole made. \u2022 Young ladies bathing. \u2022 Three times a day. \u2022 Departure.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">About this time I began to think more of my self than I had done \u2014 which seems a strange thing to me. I had to a large extent, though not quite, got over that mistaken notion about the size of my prick, \u2014 so many women having asserted it was a handsome sized one. And several gay ladies having shown affectionate attentions to me, from that I inferred they would not have done so had that supreme article of feminine worship been inferior. I might also say the same of a few ladies who were not gay, but whose cunts know pretty well the difference between a prick and a cucumber. For all that, I have been for a short time and more than once, temporarily impotent through a nervous fit on this point.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I have within the last few years heard much admiration expressed of my face and figure. \u2014 I heard this both directly and indirectly, from chaste, as well as unchaste ladies. \u2014 \u201cHe might with his face and shape have married so and so, and she was dying for him, but he never knew it,\u201d \u2014 was said of me. Another had praised my face, form, and my demeanour, \u2014 Camille told me that her maid always spoke of me as \u201cyour handsome friend, madame,\u201d when she forgot the name I went by. I had, I know, a skin which for colour and smoothness, was like a woman\u2019s \u2014 dozens of women had smoothed, stroked, and admired it to my face.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 One said it made her spend, directly she rubbed her hand over my back when I was fucking her. Another used to kiss me all over and ask me to turn on to my belly, so that she might kiss my backside, which was equally smooth.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">For all that I had but little conceit of myself and fancied I was too thin. \u2014 Another stupid fancy, for I never was what could be called thin, tho I was lithe.<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014 When I heard that any woman had mentioned me in a flattering manner, I used to wonder if it were true. Then I had a desire more and more frequently come over me, to see other pricks, and satisfy myself by comparison, whether mine was a full sized one or not, and I wondered if they fucked after my fashion or how, and if they spent as much \u2014 and how they looked when spending \u2014 much curiosity about males in coition seems to have laid hold of me, and I don\u2019t see any-thing wrong in satisfying that curiosity.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 975\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Sick of London, I left in July with a friend, and spent much time in the Swiss mountains. He was married but very fast, and we went to baudy houses together. Geneva, Berne, Lucerne and Zurich saw our pricks. We found it economical, for the regulation price was but about five francs a lady, and also safe (A clap when one is traveling is the worst of ailments.) \u2014 for they had just about that time put the Paphians under medical supervision at least in some of the Cantons. \u2014 Then he left me, and for some time I remained in the mountains alone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Traveling where I listed, I reached G***d**w**d in Switzerland. The hotel was full, but they put me into a nice house exactly opposite. One of several, I found, hired by the hotel keeper for beds only during the sea- son. The owner occupied only the ground floor. The upper floors had about eight bed rooms, and very thin partitions were between some of them. I was annoyed at having to cross the road for my meals, but the land-lord said I should be very quiet where I was, and could have coffee, etc. brought to my room if I wished. Tired, and it being rainy, I had food sent in. A waiter brought it over, and the servant of the house took it then and served it, that was the custom. I did not notice that any one was so served there but myself.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The servant was a coarse, well grown, fair haired, blue eyed damsel, about twenty years old, and seemingly a peasant hired for the season. She had a bold look, as if she knew quite well what was what in man or woman, tho she did not look loose. Being alone I soon chatted with her in French \u2014 asked her Canton (it was a German one) how her sweetheart was, how her last baby was, and such like chaff. \u2014 She got neither she said, and enjoyed the jokes especially about the baby. \u2014 no, and she didn\u2019t want one. Where did she sleep? \u201cAt the top,\u201d she replied, pointing to the roof. \u2014 I should go up and sleep with her, and she wasn\u2019t to put\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">out the candle, \u2014 laughing, she said she was never allowed a candle there, for fear of fire. \u2014 \u201cIn the dark? why then you\u2019re obliged to feel your way about, to feel for the water jug.\u201d \u2014 No, she didn\u2019t wash up there. \u2014 How could she find the other bit of china. \u2014 She could find all she wanted \u2014 she knew I meant the pot. \u2014 I said, \u201cI\u2019m going up to sleep with you, mind, to-night.\u201d \u201cOh that would be fine.\u201d She had better take the ladder away, she said jeeringly, \u2014 by which I found that she slept in the roof. Then she left the room.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 976\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I had finished, I called out \u2014 there was no bell. \u2014 She was sitting on a stool outside waiting. \u2014 \u201cTake away, maiden \u2014 and here\u2019s a ribbon for you,\u201d \u2014 giving her a bit of silver and a kiss \u2014 she took both quite quietly. \u2014 \u201cGive me a kiss and I\u2019ll give you an-other silver coin.\u201d Without hesitation she did. Then I gave her a lot more, and as she was going out of the room with the pay, I pinched her bum hard. She kicked up behind and laughed. \u2014 \u201cWho is in this house but me?\u201d \u201cNo one yet, but I dare say it will be full presently, unless the rain stops travellers,\u201d she replied.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Tired and intending to rise early, I went to bed. \u2014 It was barely dark, and I scarcely was asleep, when I was awakened by a violent bang. It was a trunk thrown down, and then were voices, a door closed, and a German couple began to talk so loudly that they might have been heard across the road. Then I be-came aware that the partition between the bed rooms was but of boards. \u2014 I could hear all they said, tho I understood but little, and was about to knock and ask them to make less noise, when I heard a pot put on the floor, and a strong female piddle rattle, and at the same moment the male pissed, \u2014 it was a duet on porcelain. They were undressing I guessed. \u201cYou sleep that side,\u201d said the woman, from which I inferred it was a double bed, and the next instant I heard them mumbling prayers together.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then into the bed they got, and to my horror the bed creaked, and made much noise when they moved, as bad spring beds abroad often do. After a minute\u2019s tranquility during which I nearly dozed off \u2014 I heard two or three loud kisses, the bed began to creak with a regular cadence, and I knew they were fucking \u2014 louder and quicker came the noise, I could count each thrust, I could tell the energy by the noise each made.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 \u201cAch mein Lieber,\u201d cried out the woman. \u2014 \u201cAch,\u201d<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014 and with a loud cry of pleasure from him all was quiet. I was delighted with the entertainment.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 977\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My bed was close to the partition and there was in fact but an inch or so of board between us, and tho the amorous sounds amused me, and gave me a stiff one, yet I was glad to get to sleep, and was just dozing off<br \/>again, when the infernal bed began again creaking. They had not finished a quarter of an hour before they recommenced, and again were fucking with an energy, kisses, and noise that I have not often heard during that operation. \u2014 I was awakened three or four times during the night by the happy amorous couple, whom I wished at the devil.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Before six o\u2019clock I arose, ordered some coffee and eggs, \u2014 and the servant brought them to me. \u2014 \u201cWho was in that room?\u201d I asked. \u201cA lady and gentleman.\u201d Said I, \u201cThey are just married, it\u2019s their honeymoon. \u2014 They have been love making all night and kept me awake.\u201d \u2014 She laughed \u2014 \u201cHush,\u201d said I, \u201clisten \u2014 speak low \u2014 shut the door.\u201d \u2014 The girl shut the door not quite knowing what I meant. The bed began to creak, louder and louder. \u2014 \u201cThey are love making,\u201d I whispered, \u2014 quicker and quicker was the shaking. \u201cThis is it my dear,\u201d said I pushing my belly back-wards and forwards. \u2014 They both kissed loudly, the lady shrieked out, the man shouted out something. \u2014 The girl who was German understood it, put her hand to her mouth and rushed out of the room. \u2014 A minute after I opened the door gently, \u2014 for I wanted her, and meant to bribe her to let me, and caught her peeping through the keyhole of the door of the happy couple. She rushed off.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I finished my breakfast, called for her to take away, and she came in to do so. Breakfasting, I heard the happy couple washing, pissing and dressing, \u2014 apparently quite unconscious of any one overhearing them. \u2014 And as she entered I heard them leaving their room, pooped out, and saw a German about thirty years old, and a woman of about the same age, both quite plain and common in face, dress, and manners.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cDo you make that noise when you make love?\u201d said I. \u2014 The girl laughed. \u2014 \u201cDid you see them doing it thro the key hole?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo,\u201d said she. \u201cThey were at it tho, weren\u2019t they?\u201d \u201cWere they?\u201d said she. \u201cYes, and you and I will, my bed doesn\u2019t creak. \u2014 Come along, here is half a l<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">ouis for you, put the tray down,<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014 and I put my hands up her clothes. \u201cDon\u2019t, mistress will hear, said she laying down the little tray and looking at me.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 978\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I flew to the door and bolted it, pushed her on to my bed, and in a minute my spunk was in that maiden.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 She had a spanking backside, a good fat little cunt with thick hair on it, and I enjoyed her much; but a week or two\u2019s abstinence, and the excitement of hear ing the couple grinding, and her fresh cunt, fetched me too quickly. My companion had the wetting with-out her share of the pleasure. I like in these stray amours for the lady to enjoy it as well as myself, with a whore I am mostly indifferent. The maiden arose as my prick left her belly, took up my tray, and left with it without uttering a word.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had washed my prick, had finished dressing, and was thinking of going out in about half an hour after this event, when I heard a quiet knock at my door \u2013 it was the maiden who came in smiling, \u201cLook, said she, \u201cthat is the Herr and Frau who are in the next bedroom \u2014 and thats my mistress talking to them.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014The German couple and the mistress were under a balcony of the hotel having, with others, their break-fast in the open air. \u2014 We both peeped long. I put my arm round the servant. \u2014 \u201cI mustn\u2019t be seen, said she. \u201cDidn\u2019t they fuck, said in the lewedest French I could manage, \u201cthey fucked six times. \u201cMein Gott, said she. \u201cIs the house getting full?\u201d \u201cThere is no other traveller in the house \u2014 this day last week it was full, it always is on Saturdays, and she lingered. \u2014 She wants fucking thought I, and my prick rose at the idea. I kissed her and put my hand up on to her<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">cunt. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve washed it. \u201cYes.\u201d \u201cGet on the bed and we will fuck again.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m frightened lest the old lady should come back \u2014 I\u2019ll see in a minute if she goes down the village, she usually does in the morning. \u2014 She leaned her arms on the window sill, and peeped through the curtains. I peeped also, my arm round her, and gradually I put my hand up her petticoats from behind, felt her bum jutting out, and pushed my thumb into her cunt. After wriggling and pushing my hand away once or twice, she let me thumb it quite quietly. \u201cWhat a time she is taking,\u201d said the girl, \u2014 \u201coh \u2014 don\u2019t \u2014 now what are you about.\u201d\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2018Be quiet dear \u2014 I\u2019ll do it whilst you watch. Now be quiet, I\u2019m not looking, I\u2019m only feeling and I\u2019ll rub my prick over your fat bum. \u2014 I managed that, my prick stiffened, I rubbed the tip a little in the bum furrow, and in another second or two I had driven it right home up her cunt. Then I rested, she peeping thru the curtain, I leaning over her, charmed with the novelty of the position.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 979\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She objected, \u2014 said \u201cleave off, but did not extrude me as a woman can do, when a man is up her in such a position. A cock and cunt when joined can\u2019t keep still, in a minute I felt her cunt contracting, my prick then wriggled up her involuntarily, her backside replied and I gave one or two thrusts. \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 don\u2019t \u2014 wait \u2014 till she\u2019s gone, \u2014 said she gasping. \u201cI will mein Liebchen,\u201d \u2014 but our genitals excited each other to the climax. \u2014 With a sigh she ceased looking at her mistress, laid her head in her hands on the window sill, and jutted her bum further out, I pushed my prick hard home, I got my hands under her clothes and round her belly, and without another word we fucked ourselves into blissful silence.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Our senses returned. With my prick still stiff and in her, \u201cCan you see your mistress?\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d said she, peeping again, but keeping her backside close up to my belly, \u2014 \u201cShe\u2019s not gone, \u2014 she\u2019s talking to the land-lord and the couple \u2014 they are eating still. How many times did they awaken you?\u201d \u201cSix quite.\u201d \u2014 \u201cMein Gott! \u2014 and they are not young people, said she. \u2014 Then finding the spermy mixture was dripping, I lifted up her clothes so as to see her arse, withdrew from her what remained of my prick. She turned round, and we both laughed.\u201dI must get my breakfast,\u201d said she, \u201cand make the beds.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I wanted her to sleep with me that night. \u2014 She was frightened \u2014 I might sleep with her. \u2014 I was not likely to be caught. \u2014 There was but one floor above mine, and thence a step ladder led to a loft in a high pitched roof, in which, as I found, were two common beds. \u2014 \u201cYou can\u2019t miss your way,\u201d said she, \u201cbut you must come down before it\u2019s light and without shoes.\u201d \u2014 I did not much like the look of the place. \u2014 Hay and straw, wood, and old clothes, field implements, all were put up there \u2014 but I said I would. \u201cBut shan\u2019t we be alone, to-day some time?\u201d \u2014 The Germans might come back, \u2014 her master was away, the mistress only came up to see that the rooms were in proper order, and perhaps she\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">would go to mass. \u2014 \u201cIll wait for that, said I, \u2014 \u201cwe\u2019ll talk about night afterwards.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 980\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Having had enough pleasure for the time, I went to the hotel to see the gardens, and saw the German couple who were big, and the woman bony and as plain as a mop. Somehow I wondered at their copulative powers. \u2014 They didn\u2019t look like it. \u2014 Then I took a walk of some hours, returning just before it began pouring with rain. \u2014 Hungry as a hunter, I feasted, and then with a book went back to my bed room \u2014 saw the mistress of the house at the window, and from my room saw the amorous couple feeding with great glasses of beer in front of them. \u2014 Half an hour after, I saw him smoking a pipe, and still glasses of beer were before them.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I kept thinking and thinking of the maid servant, wanting now to look at that cunt and backside of hers \u2014 which I had yet had but the merest glimpse of. I could not think of any pretext to get her up \u2014 Coffee, I\u2019ll have coffee \u2014 so I shouted out. \u2014 \u201cWhat do you want sir?\u201d said the mistress from below \u2014 \u201cCoffee.\u201d \u2014 \u201cMy servants up stairs dressing, will you wait a minute, Mein Herr?\u201d \u201cWillingly.\u201d \u2014 she was in the loft then, but I did not risk going up. A few minutes after, she appeared with the coffee; \u2014 I pushed one finger through a loop made with the thumb and fore- finger of the other hand, \u2014 she grinned quite understanding. \u2014 I felt her thighs, she shook her head and at that moment I heard the Germans lumping up stairs, \u201cQuiet,\u201dI whispered.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Almost as quickly as I write, I heard heavy boots thrown down, and the couple piss simultaneously and mount the bed. The maiden stood like a statue staring at the partition, and grinning. Lecherously, I put up her clothes one hand on to her bum, the other on to her cunt, and almost motionless, in that attitude we listened till the couple had done fucking. \u2014 Then without a word she took up the tray. \u2014 \u201cCome into one of the other rooms, said I, \u201cthere is no one there. \u201cNo. 5 \u2014 presently,\u201d she whispered, and went off with the tray. \u2014 The couple seemed sleeping.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I put on slippers and waited, door ajar, for half an hour. \u2014 The rain ceased \u2014 the Germans went out. \u2014 The girl appeared and went into No. 5, I followed, and soon I was inspecting all her charms that were naked, and feeling all I could get at. \u2014 She\u2019d got clean Sunday clothing on, and looked very nice. \u2014 Madame had gone out. \u201cShe always does of a Sunday afternoon,\u201d said she. And with that intimation we fucked \u2014 I tongued\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her, for she had a fine set of teeth, and we had a pro-longed and delicious exercise on a bed that did not creak. There is nothing like novelty in cunt. \u2014 A fresh one almost always seems to have a charm, how-ever plain the owner of it may be.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 981\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then she came and talked in my room, after she had washed her cunt in the loft. \u2014 She told me all about herself, and where she lived at home. She had been married, and her husband was killed by accident a couple of months afterwards and now she was a servant. \u2014 On that dull, dark, rainy afternoon, she was a great amusement to me \u2014 every now and then I had a feel and kissed her belly, and looked at her thighs and motte. \u201cIf you\u2019ll feel me nicely I\u2019ll do it again,\u201d said I. \u201cI think I\u2019ll bolt the street door,\u201d said she, \u201cin case the old lady comes back, \u2014 I can hear directly.\u201d \u2014 It was done, we laid on my bed now, and after I had looked at her bum and cunt from behind, then side by side with lascivious endearments, in voluptuous silence, we amused ourselves till we fucked again. \u2014 Then she ran downstairs and unbolted the door.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I stayed the rest of the day at the hotel, weary as people are when stopping for rain, and went to bed early, intending to leave next morning, and my lust satisfied, to sleep quietly. \u2014 The Germans fucked, then were quiet for an hour, then they again awakened me with their exercises. Aroused by that, I thought of the servant till I wanted her, and stole upstairs quietly with naked feet to the loft. She gave a loudish hollow when I awakened her, but let me between her thighs in a moment, and both nearly naked, we fucked again. With one of those fits of curiosity about such matters, which at times come over me, I put my finger up her cunt to feel if I had spent much, and was pleased with the investigation. \u2014 For some weeks I had but little coition \u2014 my sperm collectors must have been in first rate condition \u2014 and I did not hurry one pleasure quickly after the other.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Going back to my room, I ran a splinter of wood in my naked foot, and instead of leaving next day had a doctor, who told me that unless I laid up for a few days, my mountain walking would be over for that year. \u2014 The weather got fine, travellers left, and the landlord offered me a room in the hotel, which I declined, thinking that a handy cunt in that little village was better than a handsome bed room.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 982\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The Germans left \u2014 the house was empty all day \u2014 all my meals were brought over to me, and either when she brought them, or took them away, I had her. I seemed to have known her for a year. \u2014 \u201cIll fuck you after dinner.\u201d \u2014 She grinned, and at the appointed time, if all were safe, her charms were exposed at the bedside, and her cunt spermatised. \u2014 She lifted her own petticoats up now, ready for it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At night the house was crammed with travellers, and two English girls occupied the adjoining room. \u2014 \u201cWhat a nasty uncomfortable bed,\u201d said one. I kept quiet as a mouse, but the only satisfaction was in hearing them piddle. They went off on mules at about 6 o\u2019clock, but they were coming back at night. The whole house was empty by about 8 o\u2019clock, \u2014 the land-lady went over to the hotel keeper, as it seems to have been her custom. \u2014 Then smitten with what had occurred on the Sunday, I turned the servant\u2019s buttocks towards me from the bed, and fucked her that way. She liked the variety seemingly. Free and easy as she was, and lustful as her youth and health made her, there was a wide difference in manner between her and a harlot, which made her very agreeable, \u2014 and then her thrilling pleasure when she spent pleased me much, she liked my fucking her, and gave way to it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I told her I should bore a hole to see the young ladies. \u2014 She said that was shameful and seemed astonished at such a suggestion. \u2014 I looked in their room, saw how the furniture stood, bored accordingly, and was re- warded by seeing them both naked, tho only for a minute, as they put on their night dresses by candle light. I guessed one sixteen, the other seventeen years old. The next morning I saw better in broad day light. \u2014 One after the other washed to her waist, then dropped her chemise. There was but one basin \u2014 each was naked for a minute or two and washed her cunt. I noticed the little splits, and the difference in the quantity of hair on their cunts, and was instructed and de-lighted, wishing much that I could put my penis into both of the thin sylphs, and I told all this to the servant before I fucked her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">For some reason the girls went to another room, and their brother occupied it (the parents were in the house), a youth of about eighteen who snored hard. \u2014 He stripped and sponged himself in the morning (there was no bath), and suddenly his prick began to stand as he washed it in the basin. \u2014 It got quite stiff as she rubbed it dry, he pulled the skin\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">backwards and forwards thoughtfully for a minute and looked at it. What was he thinking about? Then he went on dressing and the whole family went off on mules. What feeling is this, what desire comes over me? \u2014 I thought of the sailor boy, of feeling cocks in my youth, of the Frenchman whom I had frigged, and I feel that I should like to feel that young man\u2019s prick, and to see him frig, or to frig him \u2014 or to see him with a woman. \u2014 I chased the thoughts away, but they returned. I thought of similar things, and conceived plans to gratify them all say. \u2014 What harm is there, thought I. \u2014 Then I re-solved to look no more, to forget it, and I plugged the hole with paper, nor did I look again. I felt tempted to do so, but tho he was there nightly till I left, I did not.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #5b1a1a; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 983\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Having but little to do, I amused myself by writing this at intervals. \u2014 The house was usually empty by seven a.m., and full again at night. At eight or nine a.m. the landlady inspected every bedroom, and never came up afterwards. I tailed the willing chambermaid twice every day and once or twice more frequently as opportunity offered, still keeping my rooms in order to get at her more easily. My foot got well, and on a Saturday I left, having had a week or two\u2019s good quiet cunt, a coarse affair it was, but I enjoyed her much, and she could have taken double what I gave her. I gave her some gold ornaments when I left, which delighted her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">And the Germans, \u2014 I envied his powers, for I am pretty sure that he fucked her seven or eight times each day they were there, but they only remained three days.<\/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 14 Thoughts about myself, my skin and prick \u2022 At a Swiss village. \u2022 The hotel full. \u2022 A thin partition. \u2022 An amorous couple. \u2022 Ach mein Liebchen. \u2022 The chambermaid listens. \u2022 Consequences to her. \u2022 Against the window ledge. \u2022 The maid\u2019s occupation. \u2022 The loft. \u2022 A splintered &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1583\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Fourteen<\/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-1583","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1583"}],"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=1583"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1583\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2566,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1583\/revisions\/2566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1583"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}