{"id":1585,"date":"2022-08-23T18:08:41","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:08:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1585"},"modified":"2022-09-19T17:32:41","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T17:32:41","slug":"volume-five-chapter-fifteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1585","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Fifteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1585\" class=\"elementor elementor-1585\" 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-638806e elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"638806e\" 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-5e62d36\" data-id=\"5e62d36\" 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-175b457 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"175b457\" 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\/1VUQ5JFwTRNbpO6Ygshv2y\" 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-f2b2f39\" data-id=\"f2b2f39\" 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-38fd21b elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"38fd21b\" 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\/2VBXRWmabc57RGwmzfJVco\" 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-fe77883 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"fe77883\" 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-a73c875\" data-id=\"a73c875\" 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-69c68a6 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"69c68a6\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px;\"><main style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><article style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\" data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2887\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\"><div><section data-id=\"18c324c\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div style=\"width: 1083px;\" data-id=\"a97aa6d\" data-element_type=\"column\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: #621d1d; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\" data-id=\"f5e6337\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\"><div><div title=\"Page 984\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 15<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>At L***s. \u2022 An useful keyhole. \u2022 A middle aged couple. \u2022 An American family. \u2022 Eighteen and naked. \u2022 Forty in chemise. \u2022 Family jars. \u2022 The confectioner\u2019s shop girl. \u2022 Her sister. \u2022 Two at a time. \u2022 Nervous impotency. \u2022 The sponging bath. \u2022 Aunt and niece. \u2022 At the musuem. \u2022 The mutilated statue. \u2022 Is it male or female? \u2022 Are Americans hairy? \u2022 The aunt\u2019s bed room. \u2022 Coy but willing. \u2022 Amy undressing. \u2022 A voluptuous night. \u2022 Fat, fair, and forty. \u2022 A mature cunt. \u2022 Wise precautions. \u2022 To Paris. \u2022 To England. \u2022 My abstinence from women.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This tour I became more and more curious about the doings of those in the adjoining bedrooms. I used spy holes whenever I found them, opened others which had been stopped up, and at last even ventured to make some of my own. \u2014 But in three rooms out of six, these little peep holes had been made. If I found the bed-room assigned to me had no communication with ad-joining rooms, I changed it on some pretext, and again if not then satisfied. I found that second class hotels gave me greater opportunities for satisfying my curiosity, they being mostly frequented by foreigners, who have not the absurd finical notions about nudity and the necessities of nature, which my own countrymen have; but whom I incline to think are on the average as moral as we are for all that. To use the opportunities advantageously took time and trouble. I had to ascertain what time my neighbours got up or went to bed, or used their rooms. Many a time I have jumped out of bed to peep and saw nothing. At other times when I intended to rise by day-light, and watch (for I was ready for any amount of trouble to see a woman naked, and would have sat up all night to do so), I over-slept myself, and lost my chance. \u2014 Yet nothing discouraged me, and I saw a lot of women in different degrees of nudity, saw them piddle, wash their quims, and undress, yet the great bulk tho highly pleasing to me, are not worth writing about.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Travelling for the most part quite alone this time favoured me. \u2014 When with a friend, we too often had rooms next each other. \u2014 This time I often had strangers on each side of me, and tho that meant noise and disturbance, I preferred it.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 985\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The oddest thing, as it seemed to me, was that some-times with holes in doors as big as small peas, the occupants rarely seemed to notice them.<br \/>\u2014 The middle aged sometimes used, but young women rarely. \u2014 They were mostly tired or excited, or in a hurry to dress or undress, or to get to food, or move off, or do something, and seemed to notice nothing in the room. \u2014 When they had time they almost invariably looked out of the window. This journey was nearly all during warm, light weather.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At the town of L***s in France I had a large room. There were but few travellers. I found not only the entire key-hole of the door dividing mine from the next bed room was free from obstruction, but peep holes were in plenty. \u2014 In the morning, awakening, I heard the voices of a male and female, instantly jumped out of bed, and saw a middle aged couple dressing. They were having an altercation, and washing, I think, side by side at the same wash stand, which I could not see. Suddenly the lady stripped off her chemise, put a basin on the floor, and soaped and washed her cunt, talking to the man all the time. She was five and forty quite, had a bum as big as a tub, huge thighs, and lightish brown hair in great quantity, on a cunt which as she squatted, looked enormous. The sausage lips opened till they must have been three inches apart. Great nymphae hung down inside them, and then the red gap looked altogether like a cut in a big bit of meat. \u2014 Instantly, \u2014 so quickly do comparisons make themselves, I thought of the cunt of my aunt, seen at Hampton Court when I was a boy.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At the same moment appeared by her side a man about fifty-five years old, stout, naked, with a very big prick covered with soapsuds, and there they wrangled close together, she lathering and rubbing her cunt, he his prick. Her cunt got so white and held so much soap, and there was so much hair, that it looked like masses of wool hanging between her thighs. For a minute still squatting, she left off rubbing it, and he holding his big prick in one fist, ceased lathering it whilst they talked. \u2014 Then she slopped her cunt and took away the basin. \u2014 He went out of sight, and both in half a minute came into sight again with towels, rubbing their privates vigorously, and continued their quarrel. I laughed heartily, but did not care about seeing any more. They were I found from their intonation, Americans. The sight was a comic one.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 986\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They must have changed their room or else have left the hotel, for after a midday table d\u2019hote, it being scorchingly hot, I went to my room for a siesta and was just dozing off, when I heard a young female laugh, and my eye was at the keyhole in a second. I saw a nice girl seemingly about eighteen years of age, naked all but shoes and stockings, laughing loudly with an-other big fine woman seemingly about thirty-five, who was divesting herself of clothes, but only stripped to her chemise. All the outer blinds were closed to exclude heat, yet such was the brilliancy of the day, that it was quite light in the rooms. They sat down at a table and began to work. The naked one remarked that they had better see to their things than go to sleep. \u201cIt gets pretty well as hot as it is down south,\u201d said she. \u2014 Every now and then she went to a trunk which was out of my sight, and brought back clothes, so I had good views of her body on all sides, and this went on for an hour.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They talked soon about a marriage, and quarrelled. \u2014 \u201cYour father will never give his consent,\u201d said the older. \u201cHe shall,\u201d said the younger, \u201cI guess I\u2019ll make him.\u201d \u201cWhy he\u2019s brought you here to get you out of Dick\u2019s way.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll bet Dick will follow me.\u201d \u201cThere will be a kick up if he does.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d \u201cHe\u2019s not good enough and look at his beggarly family, he only wants your money.\u201d \u201cHe may have it. \u2014 He loves me and I love him.\u201d \u2014 At length they got to high words, and moved to a part of the room where I could not see nor hear them. \u2014 In two or three minutes they came again in sight, and the younger one said. \u2014 \u201cIf father won\u2019t let me marry him, I\u2019ll have him without marrying.\u201d \u201cThere! I guess it don\u2019t matter much to you so long as it\u2019s a man, if you are so hot as all that.\u201d \u201cYou needn\u2019t talk about being hot, you let ** ** do it to you when you were much younger than I am.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s a lie.\u201d \u201cYou did, and two years after, mother caught * * ** in bed with **** \u201d \u201cIt\u2019s a damned lie,\u201d shrieked out the other whom I heard, but then could not see. \u201cI\u2019ve heard mother say so more than once, and * * * said so before she died. \u201cI won\u2019t stop with you, or travel any longer with you, I\u2019ll go back,\u201d and the elder began to bellow. They both talked together, it was quite a jangle, and they moved. \u201cDon\u2019t make that noise, some one is in the next room perhaps,\u201d and naked, the younger came towards my door and listened. \u2014 I covered the key hole with a coat, but she must, I think, have looked there. Their voices dropped soon after, a door banged, and I fancied one was alone.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 987\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Tired of looking I laid down and slept. When I looked again, there was the young lady sitting still naked at the table examining a bonnet. She put the bonnet on, and went to a looking glass, and I had the pleasure for the second time in my life as well as I can recollect, of seeing a naked woman with a bonnet on. It started a letch in me which I satisfied at a future day \u2014 and the sight now made my cock stand suddenly. It had not done so before at seeing the slim American lass naked.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Tired of looking, for I neither could see wash-hand stand, chamber pot, or bed, and so missed the delicate operations the lady performed there, I ceased looking, and hanging a coat so as to cover the keyhole went out. \u2014 At the table d\u2019hote dinner I sat near to the young lady, who was one of a large party, and gathered that the middle aged couple whom I had seen in the morning belonged to the family. He was an American merchant with a branch business at L***s. The woman who had stripped to her chemise when the young one was naked, was called aunt. She had been married, I gathered, and looked a lecherous she. \u2014 It was delicious to be talking to the young lady, knowing what I did of her sweet neat body. It was their first visit to Europe.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After dinner I was outside the hotel, sitting and smoking, when a fine looking, dark eyed girl passed, and I went home with her. \u2014 She was a shop girl she said, and told me where she was daily to be seen, but it was impossible to live on her wages. \u2014 She usually went home past the hotel because gentlemen there noticed her, and she had many English, but did not know the difference between Americans and English. It was a sweating night and we stripped. \u2014 As I entered her rooms, which were very comfortable, a nice looking young woman there, after exchanging a few words, left the room hastily. She did not look as if she were the servant. When in my shirt, \u201cYou\u2019ve a good large bed, your lover I suppose sleeps there with you,\u201d said I. \u201cNo,\u201d \u2014 sister did \u2014 that was her sister. \u2014 A letch for having two women together came over me, for a long time I had not had that. \u2014 \u201cLet her come, and we will all three be naked together.\u201d \u2014 No, her sister would not, she was not gay. I pressed my wishes and asked questions. \u2014 Yes, her sister was kissed but was not gay. \u2014 A gentleman made her an allowance, and saw her several times a week in the day, and she worked in addition at some silk industry in their room. He would not let her go either to shop or factory \u2014 her sister was lucky she thought.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 988\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">This only whetted my lust. \u201cHe won\u2019t know, ask her, and I\u2019ll give her ** \u2014 and the same to you\u201d (it was double the agreed compliment). She hesitated \u2014 went to her sister, returned and shook her head. \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 I doubled my offer. \u2014 \u201cAsk her to come in and talk with us then.\u201d She was a long time gone, but returned with the sister. \u2014 \u201cNow, ma chere, let me kiss you \u2014 let me see you undressed, nothing more, for an instant \u2014 let me feel you.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 Then I raised my shirt and showed my pego in grand condition. \u201cFeel it\u201d \u2014 \u201cfeel it,\u201d said my woman. The sister laughed, laid hold of it, and let it go after a good feel. \u2014 \u201cViola,\u201d said she. \u2014 No she would not lie down with us. \u201cWon\u2019t you have this?\u201d said I taking two Napoleons out of my trousers pocket and chinking them \u2014 \u201cCome Victorine, who will know?\u201d said the other. \u2014 The sight of the gold I suppose settled it, both left the room, she consented.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Directly they had gone, a nervous feeling came over me at the idea of fucking one, whilst the other looked on \u2014 I wished I had not asked, and my cock began shrinking. \u2014 It was in vain I handled it, and when they came in, in their chemises, desire had gone, and I was in a state of nervous fear. \u2014 Then both laid on the bed, I looked first at one cunt, then at the other, I stiffened but then shrank. \u2014 Then I mounted Victorine and rubbed my cock against her orifice, but it was of no use. \u2014 \u201cTurn your head and don\u2019t look,\u201d said I angrily at first, fancying that might take off the spell. \u2014 She turned it away, and then I felt her cunt whilst I lay on her sister, but all was useless. \u201cI am a damned fool,\u201d said I, \u201cit\u2019s over excitement and I can\u2019t do it some-how.\u201d \u2014 We all got up \u2014 the women laughing. I hid my cock under my shirt, but remarked \u2014 \u201cYou saw how stiff it was.\u201d \u201cYes, I did,\u201d said both of them together. \u201cAnd you both felt it.\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d At that, comfort came over me, I did not feel so much ashamed, and we sat together looking at each other like cats in a gutter, till \u2014 \u201cGo you, but leave me with Victorine, and come in when I call out.\u201d \u2014 The woman went \u2014 Victorine and I laid down on the bed, \u2014 I cuddled to her in the heat \u2014 we felt each other\u2019s machines, \u2014 we put our tongues together, \u2014 and under the soft, quiet dalliance my cock rose to its duty.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 I felt my sperm moving, and shouted for the other woman who came in. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s in her cunt, look,\u201d \u2014 and I pushed one of Victorine\u2019s legs high up. \u2014 \u201cC\u2019est bien vrai.\u201d \u201cLay down,\u201d I said. She did. \u2014 I withdrew my prick from Victorine \u2014 who objected, \u2014 and inserted it in the other\u2019s cunt, brought myself nearly to a spend \u2014 pulled it out and put it back in\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">to Victorine, and spent up her, grabbing at the other\u2019s cunt with one hand whilst I did so. \u2014 My manhood was established, my voluptuous joy complete.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 989\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then until midnight, I kept up the game, putting my prick into both cunts before spending, and discharging in each alternately, and departed in much contentment, and leaving them content. \u2014 Next day I saw the one in a shop she had named. \u2014 She nodded familiarly to me as she saw me. \u2014 There were half a dozen young women there. \u2014 I wonder if all played the same game of a night.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The adjoining room was dark, and all was quiet when I arrived at my hotel. \u2014 Next morning I heard a hubbub, and something sound like a gong. Looking, I found that a large sponging bath had been put down, and saw with much pleasure the young lady take her bath, squat and rise, squeeze water over herself in various attitudes, and rub her dainty little bum, belly, and adjuncts dry. Then she shouted out, \u201cWait a minute,\u201d and when nearly dry let in the other lady who was in a wrapper, and she used the bath, which I heard after was their own.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">[At the time this occurred such baths were a rarity at foreign hotels \u2014 if any, they had one or two, and you had to wait long to get one. \u2014 The English mainly used them, and at length forced hotel keepers all over Europe to provide them. At this epoch frequently a bath formed part of an English family\u2019s luggage.]<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The young one had not put on her chemise when she opened the door. \u2014 The elder had not the other day taken off her chemise, as I imagined, out of modesty, \u2014 but now she threw off her wrapper and her chemise and stood naked as born, and a very fine made woman she was, with a huge triangular bush of dark hair at the bottom of her belly. She bathed and rubbed her cunt and all dry, delightfully in my sight, and then both had breakfast in the room. \u2014 The elder one made my cock tingle, tho the younger had not \u2014 and I thought I would try my luck with her, for that she had licked the rolling pin a good bit I was sure, from what I had heard eavesdropping, and what I saw in her face. But I wanted to leave L***s, and go elsewhere, so I must either have her soon, or not at all.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I dined close to home at the table d\u2019hote and got to a certain intimacy, but there was no chatting after dinner in a garden, nor any means of\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">getting to speak to her alone for long. I saw no chance, but shall have my luck with women I believe, all my life.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 990\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There were three men of the party and four ladies. The aunt was the oldest lady. \u2014 After breakfast next morning one said \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s too hot to go out till eventide. \u2014 We made a mistake in not coming here later on.\u201d The men said they should go by steam to some place. \u2014 Aunt said, \u201cI can\u2019t stay in all day, I don\u2019t mind the heat, and will go to the museum for an hour or two.\u201d \u2014 In an hour after there she was, and there was I as if by chance. \u2014 \u201cMy nieces are lazy,\u201d said she, \u201cif I come to foreign parts to see, I like to see.\u201d \u2014 She was well dressed, but of a common breed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We looked about together, and then sat down. \u201cIt is hot.\u201d \u201cNot so hot as yesterday, for after luncheon, I stripped to my shirt and sat in it till dinner time.\u201d \u201cAnd I did to my chemise,\u201d said she laughing. \u201cI wish I had seen you.\u201d \u201cDo you tho?\u201d said she, making eyes at me. \u201cYes and you might have seen me, but we men show too much, our shirts are short.\u201d \u201cThat depends,\u201d said she, chuckling and looking lewed. Then we had a discussion about statuary. \u2014 She liked the nude, she said. I ran as closely to the border of decency as I could in talking about it, and she seemed to like it, and my letch for her grew stronger, tho she was middle-aged.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We looked round again after a rest, and came on the fragment of a male bust in marble, the prick of which had been knocked off; but the balls remained, and what is rarely seen, all the hair round the prick had been sculptured and was there.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As we looked, strong words occurred to me, but I hesitated \u2014 p\u2019shaw \u2014 if she is offended she can but show it, and I leave L***s \u2014 if not, I\u2019ll go further. \u2014 We are really strangers \u2014 I\u2019ll see if she is game or not, thought I.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIt\u2019s a woman\u2019s torso,\u201d said I. \u201cNo,\u201d said she, laughing, \u201cwhere are your eyes?\u201d \u201cAh \u2014 yes \u2014 I see where it ought to be, it\u2019s knocked off, I wonder what Greek maiden has it.\u201d \u201cOh for shame,\u201d said she, leering at me. I took no notice. \u2014 \u201cSee how rare \u2014 I wonder, what is the period of the sculpture?\u201d \u201cWhat is rare?\u201d \u201cThey have shown the hair round \u2014 you may see hundreds of pieces of antique sculpture without that.\u201d \u201cOh my \u2014 we are getting on I think,\u201d and she left me, and sat down. In a minute I was at her side.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 991\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The ice was broken, I felt now sure she wanted to hear talk suggesting sexual pleasure, and I followed suit. \u2014 \u201cAmerican ladies have a great deal of hair haven\u2019t they?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cYou have.\u201d \u201cHow do you know?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sure of it from the look of you \u2014 haven\u2019t you?\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u201cWill you ascertain? \u2014 but not here.\u201d \u201cOh \u2014 it\u2019s time to go to luncheon.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019ll go back together.\u201d And we did. I felt sure now she\u2019d let me have her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After luncheon we all loitered a little in the reading room. \u201cWhere is your room said I. \u201cIt looks out on the back.\u201d \u201cAh you are cooler, mine looks on to * * * * it is hot, but what a nice view.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s the number?\u201d she asked. I gave it. \u2014 \u201cWhy that\u2019s next to my niece\u2019s.\u201d \u201cYes, I can hear her.\u201d She looked hard at me. \u2014 The other ladies had just left the room and she rose. \u2014 \u201cAre you going to the museum to see if the torso is male or female?\u201d said I.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNo \u2014 to my niece, Amy\u2019s.\u201d \u201cAnd I to have a siesta in my shirt.\u201d \u2014 She looked so hard at me that I felt sure some suspicion crossed her mind. We went up-stairs together. As we got to my door. \u2014 \u201cThis is mine,\u201d said I, \u201clook, \u2014 it is large and so nice.\u201d \u2014 She cooly walked in and went straight to the door between the rooms, my clothes covered the key hole, but with-out any hesitation she pulled them aside, peeped thro the key hole, and then looked at me. \u2014 \u201cOh you have been peeping.\u201d \u201cYes, and saw you both naked this morning, bathing,\u201d said I boldly. \u2014 She burst into a quiet laugh, holding her sides and sitting down. \u2014 \u201cWe\u2019ve come to Europe to learn something I guess.\u201d \u201cI guess I want you,\u201d said I, and gave her a kiss and put my hand up her clothes. \u2014 \u201cHish, she\u2019ll hear \u2014 don\u2019t make a noise,\u201d said she. \u201cIf we are quiet they can\u2019t hear there, my bed is close to the corridor. \u2014 Now don\u2019t be nonsensical, I saw it all this morning, all the dark hair, and your splendid thighs, and bum,\u201d and I pulled my prick out.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She dallied for a minute and did the coy \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m surprised at you, \u2014 What a shame\u201d \u2014 and so on, and squirmed slightly, whilst she whispered her objections, but never dislodged my fingers from her quim, \u2014 and laid hold of my prick. \u2014 Then she soon got on to the bed quietly, I on to her, and a well fucked cunt received me, \u2014 but she was a charming wriggler, and I enjoyed her. \u2014 And didn\u2019t she like it.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 992\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We lay talking in whispers for a time. \u2014 \u201cWill you wash?\u201d \u201cNo \u2014 I\u2019ll go to my room, I\u2019ll see if any one is in her room.\u201d \u2014 She peeped at her niece\u2019s. \u2014 \u201cI can\u2019t see her.\u201d \u201cCome back to me.\u201d \u201cI will if I can in half an hour, but leave your room door ajar then.\u201d I did, and she returned in an hour. \u2014 \u201cBe quick,\u201d said she \u2014 and quickly we copulated. \u201cI\u2019ve passed several times,\u201d said she, \u201cbut there was always a chamber-maid or some one about.\u201d \u201cLet me sleep with you to night.\u201d \u201cWe\u2019ll talk about it after dinner,\u201d said she. \u2014 Then suddenly \u2014 \u201cI wonder if Amy\u2019s there,\u201d and she peeped again. \u201cNo. \u2014 Could you hear us talk?\u201d \u201cI could not distinguish a word you said, tho I heard you,\u201d I replied.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNot tonight,\u201d she whispered to me over a Galignani after dinner \u2014 \u201cwe are all going out.\u201d I was not sorry, for I had fucked rather hard the night before, having been over stimulated by the two cunts. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t stop the key hole.\u201d \u201cI will,\u201d \u2014 but she didn\u2019t I saw both women naked the next morning \u2014 but they spoke in a very low tone. I am sure that middle aged lady enjoyed being looked at naked when bathing.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next day, she said she would leave her door open a quarter of an hour after her niece was in her room. \u2014 She would not come to my room. \u2014 If I was out of my room no one would notice it, but suppose one of their party wanted her, and found she was not in her bed-room, how could she explain that. She was a regular cunning, cock huntress I am sure, and have no doubt that wherever she travelled she got her lower maw well satisfied by fresh pricks. She had lust in her eyes, was baudy to the backbone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After watching Amy undress at night, I was soon in the aunt\u2019s room and passed a lascivious night with her. \u2014 She had a beautiful chemise on; her hair was nicely tied up. She was perfumed, had gold bracelets on, and silk stockings and slippers. That middle aged one knew how to excite the male. \u2014 She was quite free now. \u2014 The other day she would scarcely let me see her cunt, \u2014 now she opened her thighs wide to my admiration.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was one of the largest vulvas I have seen. The mons was like a pincushion, the lips were thick, it opened wide as I clutched it, the whole palm of my hand I laid between the lips, whilst my wrist rubbed her clitoris and my middle finger curved up a little into the vagina. It pleases me much recently, to feel the entire surface of a cunt that way, to grasp the whole, to wriggle my hand over all parts at the same time, it\u2019s an\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">unusual mode of frigging and I think it pleases the ladies. \u2014 For a minute I lay in that enjoyment with her, our tongues meeting, and, then I mounted her. Her hole instead of being very large as I expected, seemed delicious. She knew exactly at what level to place her legs to engulf me, not a quarter of an inch of my prick was out of her fat cunt, and in-stead of thrusting and ramming away, I nestled it close on to her elastic orifice, with a steady quiet pressure, till the upper wrinkles of my testicles were almost in her, and the upper hair of my prick tickled and irritated her clitoris. \u2014 So I lay enjoying her, wriggling, not thrusting, and thinking about her large looking, hirsute charms. \u201cGo on dear,\u201d she sighed impatiently and fucked me with a cunt movement once or twice. Then, immediately, \u201cOh \u2014 I\u2019m sp-en-ding,\u201d A violent, but momentary oscillation of her buttocks came, and I felt her cunt relax under its own moisture.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 993\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve spent.\u201d \u201cYes, you haven\u2019t \u2014 take it out and wait a minute.\u201d I pulled it out pretty wet. She kissed me, I turned on my side, she felt my prick, I her wet aperture, and did the old fashioned frig on the clitoris. \u2014 \u201cWeren\u2019t you in a hurry,\u201d I said. \u201cYes,\u201d she replied with all the frankness of a doxy, \u201cI wanted it so to day.\u201d The next minute I was up her and never spent in a more delicious cunt, its size and hairiness was a novelty. \u2014<br \/>She spent with me. \u2014 \u201cLet me get up and wash.\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d \u201cI will.\u201d She uncunted me and did so. \u2014 \u201cWhy that?\u201d \u201cOh you know \u2014 to prevent consequences.\u201d \u201cBut it won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cNot for sure, but it\u2019s wiser.\u201d \u201cHave you ever had a child?\u201d \u201cNever.\u201d \u201cAre you a widow?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d \u2014 This is exactly what took place \u2014 and word for word what was said at that minute. I did not know before for a certainty that she had been married, and have only her word for it now.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I had a full inspection of her charms, and as I expressed admiration she seemed delighted. She let me bring candles closer to see, and she had all to be proud of. She was a tall, stout woman, with a good looking face, half German in type, fine limbed, and with white flesh, her hair was dark, the thatch of her cunt was large in quantity, and thick and curly. \u2014 I have never seen more hair on a woman. It went straight across her belly, half way to her navel, it lay thick and curly down the lips, filling the cavity between the cunt and the thighs. Since my adventure at the railway station, I have rarely looked lower in a woman, but my dislike to the frowsy regions seemed to have left me now, and I looked curiously at her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">bum-hole, and found it surrounded with thick, short, dark hair, crisp, and curly, which went right round the cunt and joined the arsehole edging.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 994\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Holding the lips apart I found that the prick hole looked no larger than that of any full sized matured woman. \u2014 Why I expected to find it larger I can\u2019t say, but I had. \u2014 I put one, two, then three fingers up it, and believe I might have put more. It distended easily, yet the cunt clung to my fingers and tightly. \u2014 In her armpits was not so much hair. \u2014 \u201cTurn over, love, and let me see those lovely buttocks.\u201d She did, and pulling them with difficulty apart, \u2014 I saw dark hair from her bum hole to her bum bone. \u201cAre you satisfied?\u201d said she, as I kissed the white marbly flesh. \u201cYes you are lovely, exquisite,\u201d and I laid by the side of her on, alas, too narrow a bed, and we talked till nature made us join our genitals again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cHow old am I?\u201d said she in a conceited manner, when in the preludes of a fuck our hands were employed on each other\u2019s privates. \u2014 \u201cThirty- three,\u201d said I, wishing to please her. \u201cThat\u2019s my age exactly.\u201d \u2014Aye, I thought, and seven years on to that. I am sure she was forty, tho in splendid condition. I mentally compared her with Mavis, Fisher, Pender, Mrs. O*b***e, and a dozen big women, some of whom I know were thirty-five, \u2014 and from face, form, cuntal indications, and others between the bum bone and navel, am sure she was forty. \u2014 But I have rarely had a finer night\u2019s amusement than I had with her, and I fucked her every hour until six in the morning. We were then both fucked out.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There was the difficulty in getting away \u2014 for half an hour was I peeping for an opportunity. \u2014 At last the coast was clear, the servants had gone off in various directions \u2014 out I stepped, and as she closed the door behind me, out stepped from a bedroom opposite, the chambermaid. \u2014 She gave an astonished look then turned her head. \u2014 I left L***s that night, and never told my middle aged beauty that the chambermaid had seen me leaving the bedroom, thinking it could not be helped and would only make her uncomfortable.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I am beginning to judge of the age of women by the look of their cunts and buttocks. \u2014 Age is indicated there, as much as by face and breasts. The growth of hair on the motte, and the state and colour of the bum\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">cheeks, valley, declare almost unmistakably when a woman has turned thirty, I think I might bet on it.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 995\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After this adventure with the American family, I went straight to Paris. There I had a half dozen women perhaps, at the Rue des M**l**s \u2014 but certainly not more, for my stay was limited to a few days \u2014 and came on then to England. If I had women on my return I have no memoranda about them \u2014 and am under the impression that I had one of the short fits of virtuous abstinence which occasionally overtake me, and to which I attribute having kept my health so well, amidst so much fucking. Then, two or three little lasses fell to my prick, in the most unexpected, exciting, and delightful way\u2014 but this result was no doubt owing to a predilection which had been growing on me. \u2014 It is by setting one\u2019s mind steadily on the object, that so many chances have been found and utilised by me \u2014 but how comes it that letches for this and that seem at times to seize me suddenly?<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I have often thought since of Aunt W***t*r and her delicious cunt, and recollect that several middle aged women seem to have had the most perfect voluptuous cuntal grip of my prick, spite of the seeming capaciousness of their vaginas. Is it that their cunts grow fat inside, as they increase in flesh generally? \u2014 Certainly I recollect many young women, whose small, inviting looking orifices felt loose enough inside, and never gave me so much pleasure.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Aunt W***t*r was by nature lascivious. It pleased her to bathe knowing that I was looking at her, and her niece as well, \u2014 \u201cYour seeing her won\u2019t do Amy any harm,\u201d said she laughing. I fancy they were a hot cunted family, but the demeanour of all the ladies was irreproachable, but the indifference with which an aunt and niece exposed themselves naked to each other astonished me, and their lax notions about fucking, which the conversation between the aunt and niece disclosed, astonished me more.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/section><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/article><\/main><\/div><\/div><\/div><footer style=\"box-sizing: inherit; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #191919, #191919), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #eeeeee, #eeeeee), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual-1.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll; min-height: 60px; color: #222222; font-family: Sancreek, sans-serif;\" data-section=\"section-above-footer-builder\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; grid-template-columns: repeat(2, 1fr); align-items: flex-start; max-width: 1200px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; align-items: flex-start;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 516.5px;\" data-section=\"section-footer-menu\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; align-items: flex-start;\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; background-image: linear-gradient(to right, #191919, #191919), url('https:\/\/darklanternentertainment.b-cdn.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1.My-Earliest-Recollections-of-Things-Sexual-1.jpg'); background-repeat: repeat; background-position: center center; background-size: auto; background-attachment: scroll; color: #222222; font-family: Sancreek, sans-serif; background-color: #ffffff;\" data-section=\"section-primary-footer-builder\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px; margin-bottom: 10px;\" data-section=\"section-fb-html-1\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; text-align: center; color: #d3d3d3;\">\u00a0<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/footer>\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 15 At L***s. \u2022 An useful keyhole. \u2022 A middle aged couple. \u2022 An American family. \u2022 Eighteen and naked. \u2022 Forty in chemise. \u2022 Family jars. \u2022 The confectioner\u2019s shop girl. \u2022 Her sister. \u2022 Two at a time. \u2022 Nervous impotency. \u2022 The sponging bath. \u2022 Aunt and niece. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1585\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Fifteen<\/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-1585","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1585"}],"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=1585"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1585\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2575,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1585\/revisions\/2575"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1585"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}