{"id":1591,"date":"2022-08-23T18:09:59","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:09:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1591"},"modified":"2022-09-19T17:48:24","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T17:48:24","slug":"volume-five-chapter-eighteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1591","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Eighteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1591\" class=\"elementor elementor-1591\" 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-3332ade elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"3332ade\" 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-e5b6641\" data-id=\"e5b6641\" 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-5e97bb0 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"5e97bb0\" 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\/2GL2xi6BOAUH4mCidVcZWC\" 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-3d2be9d\" data-id=\"3d2be9d\" 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-ed10011 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"ed10011\" 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\/6aBJQ4KY8yap04XfwxwGoA\" 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-2f9ca13 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"2f9ca13\" 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-17642fa\" data-id=\"17642fa\" 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-f0e1419 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"f0e1419\" 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: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1011\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 18<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Camille again. \u2022 The philosophy of fornication. \u2022 My plentitude of sperm. \u2022 A discharge on writing pa-per. \u2022 A woman in a hurry. \u2022 Light haired and veiled. \u2022 \u201cMind my chemise.\u201d \u2022 A crop of crabs. \u2022 The effects of a good dinner. \u2022 The Haymarket at 1:30 a.m. \u2022 A cab fare asked for. \u2022 Half a crown for a hick. A frig for love in the street. \u2022 A fuck to follow. \u2022 A big Irishwoman. \u2022 Hairy as a King Charles. \u2022 A free examination. \u2022 A cunt of wondrous hirsuteness. \u2022 The Irishwoman is a riddle.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Again I sought Camille\u2019s society, who helped further to destroy any lingering prejudices I still had about the ways in which the sexes may use their genitals, either in giving pleasure to each other, or men with men, or women with women, and she told me so many erotic incidents of which she had heard or known, that I feel certain now that whatever men and women may say in public about this and that being immoral, dirty, abominable, and so on \u2014 that by themselves, they give free reins to their lusts, and gratify their sensuality in any way which they find gives them pleasure. Who can object to this. Your body is your own, and you may use it as you like. Its usage concerns no one else but its owner, and whether the individual reaps pain or pleasure, is his affair alone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was much out at parties just then, which diverted me in a degree from sexual vagaries, and for perhaps a month saw Camille only, and but twice a week, so was in fine condition when I had her. To make sure, I used to write to say when I should call, and always found her ready awaiting me. I used to fuck her with great delight in which she participated, for she undeniably is still fond of me, and that I must have been in fine condition, I am sure from the quantity of sperm I shed in her \u2014 she used to remark it. \u2014 \u201cAh mon Dieu, what sperm, there is enough for two men.\u201d \u2014 She several times said this and I verified it by inspection of her cunt occasionally, for it pleased me to think of my strength and health. \u2014 For all that, one day I frigged myself over a sheet of writing paper to see how much sperm issued, and its quality.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But I could not keep to her alone, and one night going to Camille\u2019s somewhat early after a club dinner, I saw a full grown woman, with her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">veil down, walking along quickly. She indeed passed me as I was walking leisurely. \u2014 I saw that she was light haired \u2014 but what really attracted me I can\u2019t say, whether the mystery of the veil, or her quick walking, or her light coloured hair, but quickening my pace I walked by the side of her. \u201cYou\u2019re in a hurry to night my love,\u201d said I, to which she made no reply, but looking at me went on.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1012\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Not quite able to make out whether she was gay or not, her manner stirred my lust. I forgot all about Camille, to whom I was going, and asked her to come with me. Then she slackened her pace, \u201cNo\u201d \u2014 she was in a hurry. I laid hold of her arm which felt nice. \u201cStop a minute, let\u2019s talk.\u201d \u2014 She stopped, then lifted her veil, she seemed to me pretty, and my prick stood. \u2014 \u201cMy God, you\u2019ve made my prick so stiff I think it will burst.\u201d \u2014 She laughed and said, \u201cTell me the exact time.\u201d \u2014 I did \u2014 \u201cIs it far from here?\u201d It was not my usual quarter, but I knew a house not far off. \u2014 \u201cI can\u2019t stop long then,\u201d said she, dropping her veil. \u2014 Taking her arm, we were soon in a house known by the name afterwards of a celebrated battle, a nice quiet handsome house it then was.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She wouldn\u2019t take off her clothes, tho she did her bonnet \u2014 she was in such a hurry, but pressed, she hurriedly took her gown off. \u2014 She was a tall fleshy woman, and the sight of the light hair on her motte, and nearly a week\u2019s abstinence \u2014 put me into such a state of lustful impatience, that I could not allow my-self those delicious preliminaries of copulation, which are nearly as delightful as the carnal conjunction itself. \u2014 It was increased by the way she grasped my prick and kissed me \u2014 so in a minute my prick pierced her. She met me with ardor, and far too soon my sexual spasm came on, five or six throbs each sending a spat of sperm into her, finished my voluptuous crisis, just as she said, \u201cOh \u2014 don\u2019t be so quick, wait for me.\u201d It was too late, nor could the energetic action of her own cunt and backside \u2014 coupled with my efforts, avail her. \u201cOh \u2014 why were you so quick,\u201d said she in a dissatisfied tone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I told her as I lay up her, that I had had no woman for a week \u2014 \u201cWhat a lot you\u2019ve spent (as Camille had said), pull it out and give me a towel, I don\u2019t want my chemise in a mess.\u201d \u201cNo keep it in, and I\u2019ll fuck you again.\u201d \u201cNo give me a towel, I can\u2019t wait.\u201d \u201cYou must. \u2014 There, I\u2019m getting stiff again \u2014 lay still and I\u2019ll give you my pocket handkerchief.\u201d \u2014 In our joint impatience, I had only taken my great coat off, and was on\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her with my other coat on. In it was a pocket handkerchief, which I managed to get out with one hand, whilst I clasped her still to me with the other. She lifted one thigh high, I pushed the handkerchief under her bum, my prick had never left her, we recommenced fucking, she spent almost directly, and again spent when I had my second emission.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1013\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNow you really must let me go,\u201d said she, uncunting me. Then she washed her cunt, had her bonnet on in a second, put the sovereign I offered her without a remark into her purse, and went off. \u2014 She agreed to meet me the next night, \u201cClose by.\u201d I named a time \u2014 no, it must be her time, or not at all \u2014 so I acceded, left, and did not go on to Camille.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The next night she met me veiled as before, stripped to her chemise, and seemed to like it. She had fine big breasts, large arms and thighs, and her motte was covered with thick sandy coloured hair, her cunt was fat lipped and I guessed her twenty-eight. \u2014 Yes, her exact age, she said. \u2014 She didn\u2019t much like my looking at her cunt, and refused altogether to turn bum up-wards. \u2014 She was very poorly dressed, and had common stockings and boots on. \u2014 Was she often about here \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhere then?\u201d \u201cNowhere.\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll meet you if you write,\u201d and she told me where to, \u2014 it was two or three miles off. \u2014 I could not make her out but risked a question. \u201cYou\u2019re gay?\u201d \u201cNo,\u201d said she laughing. \u201cYou don\u2019t want money then.\u201d \u201cI shouldn\u2019t be here if I didn\u2019t,\u201d and still she laughed. \u2014 This was after our fuck, and I was lying by her side on the bed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Whatever she might have met me for, she was deter-mined to have fucking enough, and didn\u2019t want to talk. We had been quick about the first spend, \u2014 lust allayed, I wanted a look at her cunt. \u2014 \u201cNo it\u2019s nasty.\u201d \u201cBut wash it, I want to look, it\u2019s a lovely yellow haired cunt.\u201d \u201cYellow haired cunt,\u201d she repeated, laughing as if I had made a good joke.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Altho the same in the essentials, tho the end of it must be the insertion of the prick in the cunt, how varied are the manners and words of different women on the approach to that end. It is that variety which so charms me. \u2014 \u201cWell \u2014 wash it \u2014 do.\u201d \u201cPresently, you\u2019ll do it again to me soon, I\u2019ll wash after.\u201d \u2014 And putting her mouth to mine, she put out her tongue, and clutched my prick with vivacity, and evident intention to make me stroke her again, as soon as she could. She was one of those who do not rely on words to excite a man, but did it by kissing, tonguing and squeezing my prick and handling my balls, and soon was successful.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1014\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She had put a towel under her backside at the first fuck, but I had not spent as much as on the night previously, when my spermatic accumulators were full. After fucking her a third time we parted, but not till I had had a better look at her cunt, and found the lip lining and clitoris pink rather than red, which I don\u2019t recollect having seen in the cunt of a woman of her age and size, before.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Lust for the sandy haired, pink tinted cunt still was on me, and one day I had her again, about which there is nothing unusual to narrate. On the following morning I had an irritable, uncomfortable feeling round my prick, the next day an itching, and then found I had a crop of crabs. I could not get rid of them for some days, and actually went to a doctor about them, so infested was my prick. Then a disgust at the woman came over me, for I knew it must have been she who gave them me. I wrote to her no more, have never seen her since, and don\u2019t know whether she was a whore or not. I have a notion she was a widow. Certainly she wanted fucking badly. Why did she so scrupulously keep her veil on \u2014 it was not that she was ugly, for she was really hand-some.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had some sort of idea that the brothel keeper knew the woman, and I asked. \u2014 She said that she didn\u2019t, but looked so long at me before she answered the question, that I half think she lied.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A week or two after this I went to dine with a friend at K**b**n. He was a married man, childless, extravagant to a degree in expenditure generally, and particularly in fine food, and wines [he has since ruined himself]. A dozen or so of us men had every thing of the choicest which money could buy, and after sitting, eating, drinking, and smoking for four hours, we left him. It had turned out a pouring night, I had no carriage, his house was d quarter of an hour\u2019s walk from a cab stand, and his footman could procure me no cab. One of the guests kindly offered me a seat in his carriage for part of my way home \u2014 and at half past one in the morning, set me down at the top of R*g**t Street.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The deluge of rain had just ceased, and tho pitch dark, it was clearing up. Never in my life have I seen R*g**t St. so deserted. The rain had long driven every one home, and I don\u2019t think I met six people on its whole length as I walked down it, pleased with the novelty of its absence of life, and glad to walk off the effects in a degree, of my heavy gorging.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1015\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There was not even a gay woman to be seen until I got to the Haymarket. There, one or two only shewed, and one asked me to pay her cab fare home, and a well dressed woman she was \u2014 cleaned out, without a farthing, the Argyle had been empty, not a friend had she got, she must walk home if some one did not give her half a crown, and she told me where she lived at West Brampton.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A dinner such as I had had always heats my testicles in two or three hours, and as I stood looking and listening to the young woman, a wave of lust rushed thro my genitals, and I began to want a cunt. Yet I had no intention not to have her \u2014 for I had other views about the lodging of my penis next day. Then came on one of those baudy inspirations I am subject to, and spite of the evident absurdity of the offer (looking at the dress and style of the woman tho she was not quite a first class), \u2014 jokingly I said, \u201cI\u2019ll give you a half crown if you\u2019ll let me fuck you.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I rarely accosted a female with such frank baudiness, but I was a little elevated, tho not in the least intoxicated. She seemed in a similar state, and laughing much replied. \u2014 \u201cOh! Lord, I haven\u2019t come to half a crown yet, you are liberal, but I\u2019d sooner walk home if I get wet to my skin.\u201d \u2014 I laughed about it. \u2014 \u201cAh you don\u2019t want fucking.\u201d \u2014 \u201cThat\u2019s just what I do want, for I haven\u2019t had a man for four days.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ve been poorly.\u201d \u201cJust what I have been or I shouldn\u2019t want half a crown.\u201d \u2014 After a minute\u2019s more talk, I gave it her, and had intended to do so from the first. \u201cHere it is, and a shilling for a glass of wine, and now if you won\u2019t let me fuck you for half a crown, let me do it for love.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cThank you,\u201d said she not moving, but, looking at me, and clapping the money with a chink from one hand to the other, and then back again. \u2014 \u201cDid you expect I\u2019d let you for half a crown?\u201d \u201cNo my dear, but for love.\u201d \u201cWell I\u2019ll let you for love. Where shall we go?\u201d \u201cWhat, to fuck you?\u201d \u201cYes for love,\u201d said she quite seriously.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Taken quite aback, I thought she was up to some trick, the empty streets and the time of night made me suddenly suspicious. \u2014 \u201cI was joking, I\u2019m in a hurry, let me feel your cunt. That\u2019s all.\u201d \u201cVery well, and all for love, mind.\u201d There was a narrow court leading into a wider one than (it still exists tho better lighted) which looked dark enough, and in a second we were in it, her back against a house, my finger on her cunt. \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve got drawers on.\u201d \u201cWell I can\u2019t pull them off here, let us go to O*e*d*n St.\u201d \u2014<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">I would not but between the loose linen I plied my fingers. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019ll frig you.\u201d \u201cNo, fuck me \u2014 no one will pass \u2014I want it \u2014 let me feel your prick.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1016\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I wouldn\u2019t let her\u2014I got coy, began to want her\u2014but didn\u2019t like a strange woman in the dark. \u2014 \u201cNo I\u2019ll frig you,\u201d and I commenced, putting my left arm round her waist and my stick against the wall. \u2014 She let me. \u2014 \u201cOh fuck me do, I want it so\u2014oh I shall spend \u2014 you shan\u2019t feel me, unless you let me feel you;\u201d and her hand sought my trousers. But before she could unbutton me \u2014 her bum shivered, she caught me round the head, pulled me to her, kissed me and my hat tumbled off as she murmured, \u201cOh \u2014 oh \u2014 you beast \u2014 oh \u2014 you\u2019ve made me spend,\u201d \u2014 and she was silent, whilst I picked up my hat.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou haven\u2019t spent \u2014 I have tho.\u201d \u201cYou haven\u2019t,\u201d I said, tho I felt pretty sure she had done so. Then again I put my hand on her cunt, and after a broad handed fingering under the prick receiver, I satisfied myself that she had. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you fuck me, I\u2019ve never been frigged in a street before.\u201d \u201cBut you\u2019ve frigged a man.\u201d \u201cOnly one or two \u2014 why don\u2019t you fuck me \u2014 come \u2014 fuck me for love mind, let\u2019s go to O*e*d*n St. or come home and sleep with me \u2014 I want you.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had dropped her petticoats, but I was so lewed now, that I could scarcely restrain myself, and when holding me she began feeling at my trousers again, my resolution gave way. \u2014 \u201cWe can\u2019t do it here.\u201d \u201cYes we can, no one will come through here \u2014 if any one\u2019s coming we can hear them, do it to me \u2014 oh what a big one.\u201d \u2014 She had got hold of my prick, and then with-out another word, she lifted up her petticoats. \u2014 \u201cDamn my drawers,\u201d said she. \u2014 The next instant my prick was in her cunt \u2014 and against the wall we fucked, the affair was short \u2014 and she spent with me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI hope you are all right,\u201d said I when my prick had left her. \u201cQuite \u2014 don\u2019t be frightened, come and see me,\u201d \u2014 and she repeated her name and address \u2014 and that every night she was at the Argyle rooms. \u2014<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cIs it likely I should have made you do it to me if I was ill \u2014 come with me to a house and see me undressed, I\u2019m beautifully made.\u201d \u2014 She tried hard to induce me but it was all useless. \u2014 She squatted, piddled, and I expect washed her cunt with that liquid as she did so. Slight rain began to fall. \u201cI\u2019d best get back,\u201d said she, and in the Haymarket she hailed a\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">cab, and was going off \u2014 \u201cStop my dear you must have a little bit of gold.\u201d \u201cI haven\u2019t asked for any,\u201d said she, \u201cand now you won\u2019t come to see me, tho you\u2019ve just promised \u2014 I want you to have me for love.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1017\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had promised that I would go to see her, and repeated her name and address over again as she wished me, but certainly had no intention of doing so. She had a superstition that I should not after I had paid her, \u2014 but she took a half sovereign which I pushed into her hand \u2014 \u201cI\u2019ll call on you soon.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo you won\u2019t.\u201d \u201cYes I will.\u201d \u201cNo you won\u2019t,\u201d and the cab drove off as the \u201cwon\u2019t\u201d died away in the noise. I never did call on her \u2014 or see her afterwards. She was a nice bright looking dark eyed woman, of one or two and twenty years of age perhaps.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I walked then down to the colonnade of the Opera house, when a smart shower came on. \u2014 I intended to go to my Club which had not closed, to get some soda water \u2014 but being without an umbrella, waited two or three minutes. Just as I was about to hail a cab, a tall, full grown, portly looking woman, whom I had seen standing at the angle by Pall Mall, came up to me, addressed me with a broad Irish accent, and asked me to go with her. The accent was so broad, and it was such a novelty to hear anything like it out of Ireland, and she looked so portly, so like a respectable trades-woman \u2014 and so unlike a Paphian \u2014 that being in a baudy mood, far baudier than when the other woman had asked me for a half crown, I stopped, talked, and then chaffed her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Yes, she was Irish, and not ashamed of that, and had not long been in London. \u2014 I\u2019d just had a woman had I? By her soul, I\u2019d never had a woman like she was, nor seen a cunt like hers, she\u2019d swear she\u2019d more hair on it than was on any two women\u2019s cunts. \u2014 If I\u2019d go and see it, and she hadn\u2019t told me God\u2019s truth, I should not pay her anything. \u2014 She was a married woman, but the times were so bad with them, that she must get her bread some how, would I come? \u2014 No she would not pull up her petticoats to show me in the streets \u2014 not for five shillings (which I offered). \u2014 \u201cYer a big baste to be after asking me to do it. \u2014 Divil a bit if I will tho, \u2014 but you may put your hand up and feel a bit.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I accepted the offer, put my hand between her thighs, but long before I reached her cunt as it seemed to me, I felt long hair. Then she jerked her rump back, and pushed down my hand from beneath the clothes. \u2014 She had roused my curiosity, I chaffed on, she got angry, and extolled her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">own charms, and said there wasn\u2019t a finer woman in London than she was. After telling her where I\u2019d just fucked \u2014 and she refusing still to do anything in the streets, to satisfy my curiosity \u2014 it ended with her saying \u2014 \u201cNever \u2014 never in the street, I\u2019d just sooner be dead \u2014 no \u2014 not for the half sovereign (which at last I offered) but I\u2019ll strip to ye, and ye may do what you like with me in a house, for half a sovereign, and glad I\u2019ll be to get it.\u201d \u2014 No, she was a stranger about there, and knew no house. \u2014 I took her to a convenient brothel in * * * * St.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1018\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cGive me the half sovereign,\u201d said she so soon as we were in the bed room. \u2014 A bilk thought I, but not caring whether I was bilked or not, for I had only taken her out of curiosity, I got the money ready. \u201cThen if you haven\u2019t got a hairy cunt as you say, I suppose you\u2019ll give me it back\u201d \u2014 said I laughing \u2014 \u201cSure God \u2014 there\u2019s no chance of your getting it back for it\u2019s hairy as a King Charles\u201d (dog she meant). \u2013 \u201cCatch\u201d \u2014 and I threw it to her. She caught it \u2014 spat upon it, and put it in her pocket. \u2014 \u201cSure and ye\u2019ll say ye niver seed such a pussy as moine \u2014 ye\u2019ll be airfter giving me another bit of gould when you have seen it. \u2014 Shall I take all my things off?\u201d \u2014 I nodded, and she began divesting herself of her clothing.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As she did so, she went on demanding my admiration of her charms, in a very singular manner. -I have known women very proud of their form, and who have shewn great vexation if I made any remark even inferentially disparaging them. I have known some who drew my attention to some particular part of their form, and which in most cases justified their self praise, but this Irish woman extolled herself from head to foot as she undressed \u2014 \u201cIsn\u2019t that a foine arm? \u2014 look \u2014 here\u2019s breasts I needn\u2019t be ashamed of. \u2014 My foot\u2019s not big for my size is it? I\u2019ve a splendid leg haven\u2019t I?\u201d \u2014 and so on, and certainly she\u2019d a good deal to be proud of. Looking at her under the colonnade, seemingly in a heap, she gave no promise of what was underneath, she looked what may be called a homely, motherly woman, and one I should never have lusted for.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLet me see your cunt,\u201d said I impatiently. \u2014 \u201cWait a bit\u201d \u2014 she drew off her chemise. \u201cThere \u2014 did you ever see anything like that?\u201d \u2014 and indeed I never had, for I could not see the cunt at all, \u2014 but only a long pendant mass of darkish brown hair, which seeming to be rooted in her mons, hung down some inches below her cunt, and hid it entirely from\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">view. It reminded me of a patriarchal beard, and I laughed, which much offended her.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1019\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Astonished curiosity at once made me serious, for a cunt is never a thing to be laughed at, its view is too absorbing and stimulating. Quickly I got her on to the bed side. She opened her thighs quite wide, and pulling aside the shaggy covering, I saw a cunt of the usual mature type but with long hair (tho not so long as that from the motte) surrounding it. The hairs every-where had but slight signs of curling, the shorter ones at the upper part had perhaps a little curl, but the rest was long, and nearly straight and in large quantity. To please her I said it was fine, but I thought it ugly, yet the novelty stiffened me \u2014 \u201cI\u2019ll fuck you,\u201d said I. \u2014 \u201cSure an yer may\u201d \u2014 and she moved on to the bed. \u2014 \u201cNo, here, I want to see the hair round my prick,\u201d and bringing her to a proper position \u2014 up it went into her. \u2014 The hair mingled with mine, and hid every vestige of my balls as I looked down. \u2014 Then I pushed her thigh high up over my shoulder with my left hand, and held her to me with it, whilst I buried my other fingers in the shaggy thicket and spent very soon up her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve not spent,\u201d said I still up her. \u2014 \u201cSure and I haven\u2019t, and I ought wid such a poker,\u201d she replied in the strongest brogue \u2014 and we went on talking till I found myself nearly out of her. \u2014 \u201cLift up both your legs,\u201d said I, and she complied. \u2014 I meant to do it when I asked her, and laying hold of the cunt beard (the best name for it) I drew it right across the orifice, which shewed, when my prick was out of it, my semen issuing, and wiped it with the hair. \u201cI never saw a cunt which could be wiped with its own hair before.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo and I dare say never will, and it\u2019s a baste that you be for adoing it.\u201d Yet she laughed as she washed her cunt. I felt it as she rose from the basin, and it was just like a wet mop. \u2014 It must always have been so after she piddled.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She dried it and again I looked. There was hair, and thick, near her bum hole, yet not in very unusual quantity \u2014 but all round the cunt it was long and ragged. It was about the ugliest cunt I have ever seen. \u2014 Straight hair on a cunt is always ugly. It usually curls, tho I have seen several with straight hair, and that on one or two very nice women. But this woman was proud as a peacock of her hirsute gap.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cLay still,\u201d said I, as I sat contemplating it \u2014 for I now began to be curious about the woman, whom in all my midnight prowling I had never\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">seen before. \u201cSure and you\u2019ll give me a trifle more if you keep me long\u201d \u2014 I promised that. Then I lay feeling my prick whilst I pulled her about in various ways. She had only the usual quantity of hair in her armpits, and on her head; had a round, pleasantish Irish face, and not a bad form, tho too thick at the joints to be handsome. She however evidently thought herself a beauty from head to foot. She must have been between thirty- five and forty years old.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #661f1f; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1020\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve had children?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes and three alive worse luck,\u201d \u2014 or she would not be at that kind of work, she\u2019d got plenty to do with all she got, and ever would get she supposed \u2014 she had no regular friends \u2014 she wouldn\u2019t mind meeting me again \u2014 but she couldn\u2019t do it before half past eleven \u2014 no never \u2014 she wouldn\u2019t say why \u2014 no \u2014 what did it matter to me, whether she was married or not. Then I put down another half sovereign. \u2014 Then she, \u201cAre you going to do me again?\u201d \u2014\u201dI dont\u2019 think I can.\u201d \u2014 \u201cTry \u2014 get on the bed and on top of me properly.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDo you want it?\u201d \u2014 \u201cMay be I shall,\u201d \u2014 and tho I didn\u2019t like either her, or her cunt, on to the bed, and on top of her I got, had another fuck, and hard work I found it. \u201cHaven\u2019t I a nice pussy?\u201d \u2014 said she, as I lay up her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">That finished the business, and we left together. Should she meet me \u2014 but not before half past eleven \u2014 I made no assignation, \u2014 said I should take my chance some night of seeing her after the theatres were closed, but I never did and didn\u2019t want.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next day I wondered how I had ever tailed her, so ugly did her cunt seem to me when I thought of it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The woman no doubt was gay \u2014 but she was for all that not much like a gay woman in manners \u2014 not that she had any modesty. AM no \u2014 yet she seemed to show her nakedness out of conceit, not baudiness.<\/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 18 Camille again. \u2022 The philosophy of fornication. \u2022 My plentitude of sperm. \u2022 A discharge on writing pa-per. \u2022 A woman in a hurry. \u2022 Light haired and veiled. \u2022 \u201cMind my chemise.\u201d \u2022 A crop of crabs. \u2022 The effects of a good dinner. \u2022 The Haymarket at 1:30 a.m. &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1591\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Eighteen<\/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-1591","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1591"}],"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=1591"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1591\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2593,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1591\/revisions\/2593"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1591"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}