{"id":1595,"date":"2022-08-23T18:10:49","date_gmt":"2022-08-23T18:10:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1595"},"modified":"2022-09-19T17:56:29","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T17:56:29","slug":"volume-five-chapter-twenty","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1595","title":{"rendered":"Volume Five Chapter Twenty"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1595\" class=\"elementor elementor-1595\" 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-0798547 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"0798547\" 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-1dbd465\" data-id=\"1dbd465\" 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-8b1b018 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"8b1b018\" 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\/6lr74S2R2XFSRxucrPKDFK\" 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-573f169\" data-id=\"573f169\" 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-b4022ed elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"b4022ed\" 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\/5mZiSEP7souXkKbXUmT8N3\" 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-05a1aa7 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"05a1aa7\" 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-2443b92\" data-id=\"2443b92\" 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-58e062f elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"58e062f\" 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: #602020; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1030\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 5 CHAPTER 20<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>At * * * * * Hotel. \u2022 Before dinner. \u2022 Her hidden beau-ties. \u2022 Repetitions after dinner. \u2022 Intervening amusements. \u2022 \u201cAre you rich?\u201d \u2022 She mounts me. \u2022 Subsequent assignations. \u2022 Her letch. \u2022 About Jemima mounting me. \u2022 Her disgust. \u2022 Her protector. \u2022 Her beautiful form. \u2022 She leaves London. \u2022 I go to Paris.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On the day before the appointed one, there however at the post office was a letter for me with \u201cYes,\u201d in it. \u2014 I took two rooms at the * * * * * Hotel and slept there that night. Next day to a minute she was at K*****b****e. A female arm waved out of a cab (the arranged signal. At once I got a cab which drew up some distance from hers, she got out, dismissed her cab and walked to mine, and at six o\u2019clock on a hot afternoon, the sun shining brilliantly, we were at the hotel. She wished it had been a smaller hotel, fearing she might be seen by some one when alighting. To my disappointment, she said it was utterly impossible to stay the night with me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had ordered dinner at half past six, to give a margin of time and a blind. \u2014 \u201cOh what a time to wait, let\u2019s kiss at once.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo \u2014 wait till we have dined\u201d \u2014 but I could not wait for a look and feel of her secret charms. \u2014 AM the effect that the male fingers produce on the woman, when they twiddle that sensitive little red protuberance at the upper end of her cunt, a part so easily reached by the finger, so impossible to get it out of its reach, and so placed that man can always incite the woman to his will, and the great plan of propagation be unchecked. \u2014 She was soon yearning for my prick, but still resisted \u2014 \u201cNot before dinner \u2014 pull down the blinds then.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo love, let me see all, I must, I will\u201d \u2014 gently pushing her back on the bed, I lifted her petticoats on to her belly, and stood gloating in ecstasy on the exquisite spectacle her semi nakedness displayed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The strong summer evening light fell on her belly, and shot its gleams through the crisp chestnut hair of her motte on to the flesh beneath, searching out the crimson line between the soft crisp haired lips and the furrow below, where her lovely big creamy buttocks pinched together,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and hid the other round orifice in a brown darkness. I fell on my knees in rapturous delight, kissing, smelling, admiring and extolling it, \u2014 pushing the thighs wide apart, opening it, putting my finger gently in, pushing one leg up \u2014 peeping at her bum hole \u2014 smoothing her fleshy thighs, and the lovely limbs below, which were clad in the loveliest silk.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #602020; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1031\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I went to the distance and contemplated the voluptuous picture \u2014 and freeing my throbbing prick from my trousers, approached her again, impetuous with prick throbbing, and sperm well nigh ejaculating. \u2014 She rose up and laid hold of my tool. \u2014 \u201cYou haven\u2019t done it to a woman to- day\u201d \u2014 and she laughed. \u2014 \u201cNo my love nor since I saw you last, all\u2019s kept for you. \u2014 But have you poked?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNever you mind, let\u2019s wait till after dinner, and I can get my things off.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI shall spend, I must now,\u201d and I grappled with her, when knock, knock, knock. \u201cWho\u2019t that?\u201d \u2014 \u201cHot water air,\u201d said the chambermaid. \u2014 \u201cDamn her,\u201d said I. She got up, I took in the hot water, which we didn\u2019t want. \u2014 She went into the sitting room, I almost pulled her into the bedroom again. \u2014 But her lust was strong on her, I threw her on to the bed, and lifting up her thighs over my arms, fucked her right off. What a spend. \u2014 \u201cOh you\u2019ve filled me, give me a towel,\u201d said she laying still as I withdrew my prick. I did, she wiped her cunt, then washed it, and with lust abated for the time, and soothed, and charmed with each other for the pleasure we had mutually given each, we sat down, and dined as quickly as we could, for we both had come for fucking.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Directly after dinner we went to the bedroom \u2014 stripped to shirt and chemise, and fucked again. \u2014 She was a lovely partner in amorous delights. \u2014 With what pleasure I laid by the side of the sweet creature, whilst her cunt reeked with my sperm, and we smoothed each other\u2019s genitals, and talked sensually, as well as about each other. \u2014 Curiosity about each other is inevitable between a man and woman so placed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I love a woman who when laying by the side of me, never takes away her hand from my prick, unless for a momentary feel else where. The gentle restless movement of a soft little hand all about the prober, at one time soothing, at other times exciting, is exquisite. She was one of that sort.. After one of our pleasures, she put her head over mine, kissed me, and said in a low tone, \u201cAre you rich?\u201d I felt as if I had been stung, and told her frankly all about my means and condition \u2014 \u201cWhy do you ask me\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">that?\u201d \u2014 \u201cI thought you were that is all,\u201d \u2014 but the question made me thoughtful, and destroyed my pleasure.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #602020; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1032\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She saw that. \u201cI\u2019ve made you dull \u2014 never mind, what harm was there in asking?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNone, you know the truth, but if you want a little money I\u2019ll give you some.\u201d \u2014 She replied that a little money was of not much use to her, as long as she was with her protector. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t you like him?\u201d \u2014 \u201cI don\u2019t dislike him, but I\u2019d like to live with a man I could love.\u201d \u2014 I got no more out of her, we got very spooney, and my prick began again to rise as she felt it. Then she put one leg quite over mine, and soon after with a quiet laugh moved her whole body on to me. The lasciviousness delighted me. It\u2019s a long time since a woman has mounted me so, excepting at a baudy house at Paris. I lay feeling all over her lovely buttocks so easily got at when a woman is laying arse upwards whilst she gave me billing kisses with lips and tongue, in silence. How exquisite were the sensuous thoughts which coursed through my brain at this moment.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cShall I do it to you?\u201d \u2013 \u201cIf you can make me rise love but you can\u2019t.\u201d \u2013 Putting her hand down between our bellies, she gently grasped my flagging, well worked tool, and brought its tip to her cunt, against which she gently rubbed it. Gradually it swelled, larger and larger, till at last its head entered the orifice, and with a gentle movement of her buttocks the next instant was quite up her cunt. \u201cThere,\u201d said she with a sigh of voluptuous satisfaction, and she lay quietly with my pego up her. Then her cunt squeezed gently, but in no hurry to finish, it only gripped at intervals, and kept up the lewed sensation in the sensitive tip, that sensation of increasing lust and power, which is so exquisite, and again we were quiet \u2014 her tongue gently meeting mine, then a kiss, then tongue again. What lewed thoughts were in her mind I wonder? Was she like me absorbed in the delight of feeling my prick in her, whilst my hand smoothed excitedly over her lovely large ivory buttocks.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Nature will not have this quiet voluptuousness too much prolonged. Soon her belly began to heave gently, her bum to rise and fall, as she worked my prick up and down in her cunt, clasping my bum hard tonguing me sweetly as she did so, whilst I, deprived of my force, could only heave up my belly feebly to meet hers, till another pleasure left us tranquil in our delight.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #602020; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1033\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As soon as our bodies uncoupled, her question again rose poisonously in my mind \u2014 and I spoke of it. \u2014 She evaded for a long time, and at length owned that she thought we could live together happily. But of what use without plenty of money. She didn\u2019t dislike her man, but couldn\u2019t love him, she never should. \u2014 It was a funny thing to her, how likings and dislikings arose. She liked me almost directly she saw me, and was now sure she should love me if we were together \u2014 but from what I told her that was impossible for two reasons, both equally important. If she lived with a man, he must be in the house with her, and go about with her. If he could not do that (and she saw that I could not) no good could come of it. She would not be kept and visited only. \u2014 She\u2019d rather be free to do as she liked. \u2014 During all this talk, we lay side by side on the bed nearly naked, on the hot summer\u2019s night, prick in hand and hand on cunt, with that never ceasing gentle movement, which a couple amorous of each other give when feeling each other.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I told about seeing her in the park. She told me her name, and address, but with an injunction never to write her, nor go to see her, I should injure her if I did. Lingering with me to the last moment we parted. Again I had her, and again; meeting at various quiet hotels and accommodation houses about every three days. If ever a woman met a man for fucking she did. She was intensely loving in her manners to me, sensuous, voluptuous, meretricious in a high degree, but did not seem to care about lewed words or talk. She would lay silently with eyes closed, one arm under my neck, at intervals pressing her lips to mine, and putting her tongue to them, all the while feeling my prick from tip to bum-hole. \u2014 When it got stiff, she transferred her hand to my flesh, or quietly and softly grasped my balls till the stiffness partially subsided, and then felt the stem again. She seemed in no hurry to fuck after the first two couplings, but rather to delight in delay, and thinking about sexual pleasures, whilst my hand roved all over her lovely flesh, but mainly between her thighs on that adorable notch.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">If she had a special letch it was to mount me. \u2014 Few women care about doing that more than once or so. \u2014 She repeated it at each meeting. \u2014 \u201cOh my love I wish there was a looking glass so that I could see your lovely bum,\u201d I said one day when she had impaled herself on the top of me. \u2014 \u201cAh you have been to a French baudy house, I have heard of them, you naughty man.\u201d For three or four years it seems to me (I can-not be\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">exact), no woman had mounted and fucked me. \u2014 Why the caprice of putting that little bit of a girl, Jemmy Smith, on the top of me to do it? I never can answer to myself such questions, but I told her the story as she was mounting me one afternoon. \u2014 \u201cYou beast, do you mean to say you put a child like that to do it to you?\u201d \u2014 and she got off me. \u2014 I told her the truth \u2014 she sulked, and would not do it that way to me herself again \u2014 but we fucked ourselves out in more old fashioned ways.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #602020; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1034\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She talked freely about herself and men, said she had never been gay, but certainly had had more than one lover. \u2013 \u201cDon\u2019t ask any more questions, you know quite enough, too much \u2014 you can\u2019t keep me, I wish you could and I\u2019d leave him to-morrow, tho he says he will marry me\u201d \u2014 and that brought our acquaintance to an end. \u2014 Her man was fond of horses and racing, was a gentleman, they were going to Goodwood, and to other races before that, and would leave town soon, she with him. \u2014 \u201cI dare say we shall meet again some where.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI hope so, but perhaps not\u201d \u2014 she replied.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had never given her any money. Our acquaintance altho apparently only made for carnal delight and assuagement, seemed to be taking an affectionate spooney tone. When she left, I could not part without giving her something \u2014 and I gave her at her wish, a hand-some, big, gold bracelet made in a peculiar manner and very fashionable then. She put it on her arm when with me, and I fucked her with it on. She hugged me, and put her tongue to mine for ten minutes in silence, before we parted, and she went away wiping tears from her eyes. I felt very dull.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Curiosity took me to her house \u2014 which I found to be a large one at K**s***t*n. \u2014 She went by his name there, and they lived in an expensive manner.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She was a lovely creature, tallish, with dark hazel eyes and dark brown hair, and exquisite teeth, had big haunches and an unusually small waist. Her form looked exquisite as I fucked her dog fashion, and whilst her bum was close to my belly, the gentle swell out of the buttocks from her waist and its outwards swell afterwards towards her breasts and armpits, as she bent naked over the bed, made the most exquisitely voluptuous spectacle.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #602020; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1035\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">This month or six weeks amusement was very pleasurable and healthful to me. Directly afterwards I went abroad, intending to spend some time there and much of it in Switzerland again, \u2014 but I did not carry out my intentions. I went straight to Paris \u2014 where I had again great luck in key holes \u2014 and the spectacle of amorous games. \u2014 It never rains but it pours. \u2014 After that a long time elapsed before I had any such luck again, though at intervals I tried my best to gratify my eyesight.<\/span><\/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 20 At * * * * * Hotel. \u2022 Before dinner. \u2022 Her hidden beau-ties. \u2022 Repetitions after dinner. \u2022 Intervening amusements. \u2022 \u201cAre you rich?\u201d \u2022 She mounts me. \u2022 Subsequent assignations. \u2022 Her letch. \u2022 About Jemima mounting me. \u2022 Her disgust. \u2022 Her protector. \u2022 Her beautiful form. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1595\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Five Chapter Twenty<\/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-1595","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1595"}],"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=1595"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1595\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2605,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1595\/revisions\/2605"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1595"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}