{"id":1593,"date":"2022-08-23T18:10:21","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:10:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1593"},"modified":"2022-09-19T17:52:38","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T17:52:38","slug":"volume-five-chapter-nineteen","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1593","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Nineteen"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1593\" class=\"elementor elementor-1593\" 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-f48640a elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"f48640a\" 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-f596df3\" data-id=\"f596df3\" 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-b1343ae elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"b1343ae\" 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\/4giQFsT1DnbucSG5v9Bb74\" 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-37f5546\" data-id=\"37f5546\" 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-d93f40b elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"d93f40b\" 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\/6uoeEwPhTHEzLM4BlUVCNg\" 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-fdc2812 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"fdc2812\" 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-7ecb94b\" data-id=\"7ecb94b\" 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-469bef8 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"469bef8\" 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: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1021\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 19<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>Part of my manuscript destroyed. \u2022 Sunday night at a country church. \u2022 A pretty parlour-maid. \u2022 The dark pew. \u2022 A furious pego. \u2022 A grope, a frig, a spend and a sob. \u2022 Fist-fucked by a female hand. \u2022 No copulation. \u2022 A servant at a baudy house. \u2022 Mrs. Eliza F***m**g. \u2022 Supper at the Cafe\u0301 de l\u2019E*r**e. \u2022 A swell and his mistress. \u2022 A quarrel. \u2022 His rudeness. \u2022 Her silent contempt. \u2022 Left alone. \u2022 My politeness and reward at J***s St. \u2022 My morning\u2019s fuck. \u2022 Fears about my virility. \u2022 Momentary impotency. \u2022 Her blandishments. \u2022 Cunt seen, kissed, and smelt. \u2022 Immediate erection. \u2022 Her voluptuousness. \u2022 In the park. \u2022 The Lady Equestrian.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My manuscript about this time and covering two months\u2019 adventures, is but a series of notes, very amply written, and containing all the material for continuing this narrative faithfully. \u2014 Yet I don\u2019t feel inclined to take the trouble to arrange or write it out in full.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I find that I got hold of a nice girl at church one evening, a servant of a friend where I was on a visit. The church was one of the old ones \u2014 in which the pews were still large, and many of them square, with high enclosures \u2014 and it was still lighted with candles and indeed there was no gas to be had. \u2014 There were very few people at the evening service \u2014 (it was in the country) so that they only half lighted what few lamps there were. I had caught and kissed her on the road, and jerked at her belly about a few days before in the twilight, and had tipped handsomely, for I saw her every day during my stay. She waited with another female servant at table.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knew the girl went to church in the evening \u2014 and saying I should go for a walk, went to church, tho only intending to catch her coming out; but I went into the church instead.\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">I saw the pew opener going up the nave, and slipped past to the aisle, where I knew the family pew was, and there was she. It was so dark that I could not easily see the print of a prayer book, and had not been there ten minutes before the nearest lamp went nearly out and our pew was really quite in the dusk \u2014 there was no one near in any pew behind us,\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and only one or two people in pews far off in the front of ours, which was so placed also that it was much hidden from the rest of the church on one side by a huge Gothic pillar.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1022\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got near her for the sake of light as I shammed, \u2014 and before the sermon began sat close up to her. She edged away from me, which only put her nearer the huge stone pillar, which the pew abutted on, and hid us more completely when I moved up to her. How I did what I did, strikes me now as of the highest temerity, I never could have contemplated it. Yet I dared, and partly succeeded with a girl not twenty years old, with whom I had only once taken a suggestive liberty \u2014 and had only dared to kiss, and say I meant to sleep with her some night \u2014 (said in a chaffing manner). I cannot understand it, but I did all I tell of.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was in a high state of lust \u2014 for staying where I was with a friend, I had had no chance of copulation, \u2014 and I am sure that my charming lass must have been in a similar state, and that mutual lewedness alone accounts for all that took place. When a man and woman are both thoroughly lewed, but slight opportunity is needed to get cock and cunt joined.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I got close to her I began to talk smut in whispers. \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 don\u2019t sir \u2014 they will hear you \u2014 now pray don\u2019t \u2014 there\u2019s \u2014 Mrs. * * * * \u2014 saw me come in \u2014 she is just in front.\u201d Gradually before the serman began, I got my hand on to her naked thighs. \u201cOh I\u2019ll get up and leave \u2014 oh now \u2014 if you \u2014 oh \u2014 don\u2019t \u2014 leave off.\u201d Then during the sermon I got my finger on to her cunt tip, and frigged her till she spent. \u2014 As she did so, she gave such a loud sob of pleasure that people must have heard it, tho perhaps they may not have noticed it \u2014 and she gave such a violent start of her bum forward that it came quite to the edge of the seat.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Before I had got her to that state of maddening concupiscence, she had felt my prick. I had to put her hand to it and make her do it tho, and no sooner had she spent, and had wetted my fingers well as I felt it<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014(every woman opens her thighs for a second after her cunt exudes its pleasure), than at once I seized her left hand which was nearest to me, put it round my prick, and closing her hand with mine, moved it up and down and frigged myself with it. \u2014 It was an affair of but a minute and\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">then I was satisfied \u2014 I had been about three quarters of an hour arriving at this result.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1023\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At the benediction I left \u2014 to avoid being seen going out of the pew with her, but waited in sight of the church door and followed her till the crowd had dispersed. Then in the dark road, when she caught sight of me, she began running, I after her \u2014 soon I caught her, assaulted her again, \u2014\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">got my hand on to her cunt, and made her feel me, but could not make her let me fuck her. Then failing, I again put her hand round my prick (she willing for that) and frigged myself with it.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had no invitation to stay long with my friend, and was obliged to leave. It was with the greatest difficulty in that small house that I managed to speak with her without my doing so being noticed but I did, and promised to take her somewhere, and to give her a new cloak if she would come to London on her holiday. \u2014 I gave her an envelope with my address written on it, and she told me when her day was, but she never wrote or came to me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In my youth in a similar pew, I have frigged one of my mother\u2019s servants, and she has frigged me \u2014but I had already fucked her, so that there was nothing much in that, and we both concurred in the amusement in church, but this young lass was I believe a virgin, tho I could not be sure of it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then in town I again got hold of a woman who said she was a servant \u2014 but who went with me to a coffee shop where they wrote up \u201cbeds\u201d \u2014 and she I had. \u2014 I don\u2019t know whether she was gay or not, I think she was a half and half, but that she really was in service. She wanted a good bit of shagging, for she laid so quiet for a couple of hours with me, and said \u2014 \u201cOh fie\u201d \u2014 at my baudy talk, but handled my prick all the time, and never thought of getting up to leave it, excepting to wash once, till it was near ten o\u2019clock, when she said she should catch it and made off rapidly. I put her into a cab, and paid for it, and gave her a little bit of gold. \u2014 It was a very pleasant evening \u2014 and she a very pleasant fuckstress. \u2014 It is a great pleasure to have women whose cunts seem to be craving for their natural food, as hers was, but I never saw her again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then mercenary beauties in silks, satins, and hand-some garters, had me. For some reason or another I avoided Camille seemingly, for I can\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">find no reference to her. \u2014 The rest of this part of the manuscript, I commit to the flames, for there is nothing much worthy to keep record of, till I had a meeting with a most charming lady, who fell to my arms through a quarrel.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1024\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">One fine day in June, before luncheon, I met a young lady in Bond St. She was venal, and in half an hour or so she had been fucked, paid, and departed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">That night I went to the theatre, and afterwards to the Cafe de L\u2019Europe to sup. \u2014 It was a favourite place of mine, such fresh, handsome, well dressed women being usually there. I took the only vacant compartment, which held four usually, and six at a squeeze \u2014 and had scarcely begun supper, when a gentleman and lady came in, and after asking if the vacant seats were engaged by me, sat down; the man by my side, the lady opposite him.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was a well grown, splendidly beautiful creature, hazel eyed, and chestnut haired, fresh as a rose, and seemingly about three and twenty years old. I detected in a minute that they had been quarrelling. \u2014 \u201cOrder what you like, I don\u2019t want any.\u201d \u2014 \u201cThere is nothing at home for you.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m not going home.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhere are you going?\u201d \u2014 \u201cTo ****\u201d \u2014 \u201cWell, order me something.\u201d All was said in an undertone.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The lady kept looking at me to see if I noticed, and I at her. \u2014 He looked right across the room sulkily. \u2014 A waiter came, but he wouldn\u2019t order anything. \u2014 She ordered lobster and champagne, and ate heartily. \u2014 He refused all but kept on talking. She lost her temper and in an undertone: \u201cWhat we have to say, we\u2019d better say outside hadn\u2019t we, or not talk at all?\u201d \u2014 \u201cShut up then\u201d \u2014 he replied, turning and looking at me. I went on with my supper seemingly not noticing, but furtively looking at her \u2014\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">she often doing the same to me, as if to see if I noticed \u2014 and vexed she looked.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A finely dressed, handsome woman, then came in, and coolly took a seat opposite to me, and next to the lady. She expected some one, she told the waiter, and I immediately entered into conversation with her. Then the other lady going on eating and drinking, looked at me more openly, and I fancied pleasurably. Just then, \u201cThere is * * *,\u201d said he, and he rose. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t go to him,\u201d said she. \u201cWhat the devil do you mean by interfering\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">with me?\u201d and he walked across the room to a man, and stood conversing with him.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1025\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The lady seemed annoyed and hurt, tears rose in her eyes but she checked them, and looked at me. I smiled, so did she. \u2014 Then she looked well at the other woman, and again at me, and afterwards she scarcely took her eyes off of me. I began thinking what a lovely creature she must be undressed, and my prick tingled. Then staring her in the face, I thought of her thighs and cunt, whilst my prick began to swell, and I left off talking. She returned my passionate gaze, as I expect it was, and coloured up, dropped her eyes, and looked after him, but soon looked at me again. I love when I feel lewed upon a woman, to keep my eyes on her face, meet her eyes with mine if I can \u2014 and think of, and wonder about every part of her hidden charms from armpits to ankles. \u2014 How many times have I been delighted to hear virtuous ladies say,, \u2014 \u201cOh what are you staring at me for?\u201d What would they have said had I told them straight?<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">He came back surlier than ever. \u2014 \u201cHaven\u2019t you finished?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWell I\u2019m going then\u201d \u2014 an-other short wrangle in an undertone and he rose. \u2014 \u201cWell, pay for the supper. Shall I wait here till you come back?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo, there is some money if you have not any, expect me when you see me,\u201d and throwing a lot of gold on the table he left. She left immediately after him leaving the gold there, but in two or three minutes came back and resumed her seat and eating. Then I began talking to her. The dashing harlot seeing that, got up and left. I was glad, for I had begun to think that that free and easy damsel had seated her-self there hoping to hook me in for a supper, or for the night.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I ventured a remark about her being left alone so. She took it up at once. She didn\u2019t understand being treated so in a public room, but then dropped the subject, paid the waiter and rose to go. \u2014 \u201cI wish I could see you home,\u201d said I. \u2014 She stared hard at me for a minute, shook her head, resumed her seat, and talked for a minute or two looking into my eyes. Then she again rose after looking at her watch \u2014 \u201cLet me see you home\u201d \u2014 she shook her head and went away slowly, saying \u201cGood night.\u201d The waiter didn\u2019t know the lady he said when I paid him, and in two or three minutes after she had gone, I left, and found her standing in the lobby near the entrance door of the cafe\u0301.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1026\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou\u2019re not gone.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo I can\u2019t make up my mind what to do,\u201d said she angrily. \u2014 \u201cYou are so exquisitely lovely I shall dream of you, come with me.\u201d \u2014She hesitated a moment. \u2014 \u201cIs it far?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo close by.\u201d \u2014 \u201cBe quick then.\u201d Thinking of my recent experience, \u2014 \u201cHadn\u2019t you better follow me, it\u2019s close by.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes, perhaps so, but be quick.\u201d Then it occurred to me that I had scarcely any money, and hesitated and looked in my purse. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d said I, \u201cbut I\u2019ve very little money with me.\u201d \u201cPough,\u201d said she contemptuously. I scarcely knew whether she despised me, or the money, but she placed her hand on mine. \u201cFollow me then.\u201d \u2014 Out I went, looking back to keep her in view, and see that she was not fooling me. In three minutes were in my favourite house.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cEvery room\u2019s engaged sir,\u201d said the woman, \u201cWill you wait in here?\u201d \u2014 opening the door of the parlour where I had so often sat. \u201cI won\u2019t stop,\u201d said my lady, but the door was closed, and we were alone, with the sofa and the bed in the alcove, on which I had years before often seen Hannah sleeping.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Again one of those ridiculous, unaccountable fits of timidity suddenly came over me. I had had a woman there on that very day, could I fuck now \u2014 will my prick be thought small? These ridiculous ideas came into my head, and to my horror I found my prick was shrinking. Alone with this splendid creature, I neither kissed her, not attempted any of those delicious familiarities, which I had been dying to take a quarter of an hour before. I neither sought to see her limbs, nor talked voluptuously, but I sat thinking my prick was small, in a sort of terror, tho to hide it, talked about the temper her husband had shown. \u201cNever mind him,\u201d said she impatiently, just as the maid told us a room was disengaged. The next moment we were in it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I kissed her and put my hand up her clothes. \\\u201dWait a minute,\u201d said she, \u201cI want to pee so.\u201d \u2014 \u201cTake off your things.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI can only take off my dress for I can\u2019t be here long.\u201d Bonnet, and dress went off, and she sat down and piddled. As she sat in beautiful linen, I saw little feet in exquisite shiny brown kid boots, covering white silk stockings, and my prick began to stiffen. \u201cI want it badly,\u201d said she rising and drying her cunt with a towel.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Leaning against the bed I felt her cunt, still timid, and conscious that my prick about which I did nothing but think, was not ready for work, and in\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">fact was inclined to shirk it. \u2014 As she surrendered her charms to my hand, and put her lips to mine her hand went down to my sex and she whispered, \u201cLet me feel it.\u201d I trembled with nervousness, pulled it out, and in a miserable way. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s not very big\u201d \u2014 feeling awfully agitated as I said it \u2014 She handled it with avidity. Al-tho bigger, it was by no means stiff, and she gave a little quiet laugh, which finished my discomfiture. \u2014 I stammered out that I had been stiff and longing for her all the time she had been supping. \u2014 \u201cWhen did you do it last?\u201d \u2014 \u201cToday.\u201d \u2014 She at once let go of my tool and it shrunk up. \u2014 \u201cI\u2019d better go,\u201d \u2014 said she.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1027\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Tho she laughed when she said it, I was in agony at seeming so impotent \u2014 at my disgrace. \u2014 \u201cNo, my darling, no, wait a minute and I shall be all right, let me look at your charms.\u201d At once she got on to the bed, I threw up her clothes, and saw as exquisite a sight of legs, thighs, belly, and cunt, as ever a woman disclosed. I kissed her flesh all over, raised up one thigh so as to kiss her cunt, and on its divine scent going up my nostrils. I buried my lips between its lips, and my prick having at once risen to full erection, I laid down beside her. She grasped it and laughed \u2014 \u201cWhy, you said it was small.\u201d Then joining tier tongue to mine, we lay a minute in baudy fumblings, till she whispered, \u201cPut it in.\u201d \u2014 With a slow thrust it went up her, and too soon after alas, tho longer at the work than usual, I had bedewed her lovely cunt with my sperm.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Laying together cock in cunt, she asked me if I really had had a woman that day. I told her the truth. \u2014 She laughed, saying, \u2014 \u201cOh you vagabond and to bring me here for the second.\u201d \u2014 \u201cCome in a day or two again and you shall have the firsts.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She washed, then I prayed her to undress to let me see her naked and I\u2019d do it again. \u2014 \u201cNot you,\u201d said she. \u2014 But I praised her so much, and begged so earnestly, that at length she stood naked before me, and I found her one of the most perfect of women, in the very prime of womanhood. From neck to ankle, she was superb. I have rarely seen such full large breasts so firm as hers. The swell of her haunches from her thighs to her waist was exquisite.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou strip,\u201d said she laughing. \u2014 In a minute I was naked. \u2014 \u201cOh! what smooth flesh,\u201d and she began to kiss my breasts, and feel my back, I kissing hers; and so we stood naked, kissing each other\u2019s flesh, and looking and praising each other\u2019s beauties, till she closed on me, grasped\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">my prick gently, and it began to swell. Then my finger went on to her clitoris, and our mouths joined humidly, and silently. \u201cI can do it again.\u201d \u2014 \u201cCan you?\u201d said she giving my prick a gentle squeeze. She got on to the bed, and then lying on the top of her naked. I put my prick up her and rested it in her sheath and so we talked, for tho stiff, my sperm was not ready. Twenty minutes had not passed, since I had spent. But she was impatient, her cunt clipped, and with a gentle movement of her lovely buttocks she moved my prick backwards and forwards in her vagina. A few thrusts of mine followed, and again we were quiet. Again her cunt clipped, and she sighed, looking at me with dilated eyes \u2014 \u201cIt isn\u2019t small, oh, go on.\u201d \u2014 Then fucking hard, again we sank into oblivion, in thrilling embraces. \u2014 In a minute or two afterwards, she asked who, and what the woman was I had had in the morning, and I told her. She dressed rapidly, she must get home. Should we meet again, where could I write to her? Nowhere. \u2014 But where could she write to me? \u2014 I gave her a post office. She refused me her name. She would sign herself Amelia if she wrote, and it would be yes, or no, no words more.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1028\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">If she came she would dine, and in a private room of course. Then she was a little more communicative. Her husband was going that week and the following, to * * * races. \u2014 Perhaps he might wish her to go I said \u2014 \u201cI dare say he will, but I\u2019ll serve him out for to night.\u201d Didn\u2019t I know some more quiet house than the one we were at. I said I did. Then I scarcely knowing how to act, and emptying my purse to let her see it. \u201cI have only a sovereign, but it will pay you for your cab hire home.\u201d Laughing she gave my hand a gentle knock, and the money fell. \u2014 \u201cAnother time.\u201d \u2014 \u201cPerhaps \u2014 but I must go, don\u2019t come with me, I\u2019ll go out first\u201d \u2014 and off she went. Her beauty and the strangeness of the meeting with her excited me much, and I was in a fever of expectation. Two days afterwards I was in the Park sitting and looking at the equestrians, when I saw a woman on a fine horse. She so resembled the lady that I started, but thought I had made a mistake, and was deceived by the riding dress. Then I saw the same man riding by her side.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A stranger next me, I then asked, if he could tell me who the lady and gentleman were. \u2014 \u201cOh, that is Mrs. F***m**g, she was kept by Lord B***l*n, they quarrelled, and now she lives with Mr. F. They say he has married her \u2014 but women often say that, you know.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWas she ever\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">gay for I don\u2019t recollect ever seeing her about town.\u201d \u201cI think not,\u201d he replied \u2014 I waited but saw her no more that day.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #591212; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1029\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">No letter came, and I concluded that she was a hot arsed, free and easy one, who disappointed with her man and heated with supper that night, determined to get her cunt lubricated by any one who pleased her, that I being in the way the chance fell upon me, and that perhaps she often slaked her cunt thirst in similar adventures. Yet there was nothing in her manner to indicate the harlot, tho there was voluptuousness in her face. Then it was evident her name was Elisa F***m**g \u2014 tho it was not the name I was to call her.<\/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 19 Part of my manuscript destroyed. \u2022 Sunday night at a country church. \u2022 A pretty parlour-maid. \u2022 The dark pew. \u2022 A furious pego. \u2022 A grope, a frig, a spend and a sob. \u2022 Fist-fucked by a female hand. \u2022 No copulation. \u2022 A servant at a baudy house. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1593\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Nineteen<\/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-1593","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1593"}],"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=1593"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1593\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2599,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1593\/revisions\/2599"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1593"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}