{"id":1631,"date":"2022-08-25T18:00:19","date_gmt":"2022-08-25T18:00:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1631"},"modified":"2022-09-19T18:16:15","modified_gmt":"2022-09-19T18:16:15","slug":"volume-six-chapter-one","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1631","title":{"rendered":"Volume Six Chapter One"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1631\" class=\"elementor elementor-1631\" 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-6170b95 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"6170b95\" 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-58109fc\" data-id=\"58109fc\" 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-478e25f elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"478e25f\" 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\/22nJRS5zwyU2PFeaTP2U5g\" 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-e11615b\" data-id=\"e11615b\" 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-352d218 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"352d218\" 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\/5EcPMd3qlawQfGDNLctCtb\" 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-6b37445 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"6b37445\" 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-4db3862\" data-id=\"4db3862\" 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-7e5ba2b elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"7e5ba2b\" 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 title=\"Page 1036\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 6 CHAPTER 1<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A Paris Hotel. \u2022 Big key hole, and spy hole. \u2022 A newly married couple. \u2022 Unsuspicious. \u2022 \u201cHush Charles.\u201d \u2022 Marriage rights exercised. \u2022 \u201cAre you&nbsp;<i>awake Emma.\u201d \u2022 A noble prick. \u2022 They fuck and I frig. \u2022 Da capo. \u2022 Thighs up, cunt paddled in. \u2022 She on the pot. \u2022 The key hole suspected. \u2022 My prick exhibited. \u2022 I make their acquaintance. \u2022 My voluptuous thoughts. \u2022 They change their room. \u2022 I leave Paris. \u2022 Switzerland. \u2022 At a smallish village. \u2022 A woman washing linen. Naked wet legs. \u2022 Suggestive conversation. \u2022 A Louis for a feel. \u2022 The Chalet off the track. \u2022 On the hay with her. \u2022 A hurried grope and rapturous fucking. \u2022 The Chapel. \u2022 The dancing barn. \u2022 Against a fence. \u2022 At the Chalet again. \u2022 The Brothel at B***e<\/i>.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">At Paris I had a great treat. Arriving there late, the Hotel was quite full, and they put me into a top floor, where the room was poorly furnished, the doors shaky, the partitions thin and floors naked, so I could hear people talking in the rooms on either side of me. Making the best of it, and sitting for a short time quietly reading, before going to bed, I suddenly heard a man and woman\u2019s voice in the adjoining room. They had just arrived, and were grumbling at the accommodation, asked for this and that, and had the beds (there were two) placed in the room in the way which pleased them. As if to help me, they had one bed pushed to the other side of the room, left as placed by the hotel keeper, against my partition, I should have seen nothing, but now my eye through a large keyhole of which I had the key, covered the whole of the lady\u2019s bed as it turned out to be.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They were quite young people, I found from their loud talk that it was their first visit to the continent, and they had only been married a few days. They were evidently ignorant of key holes and spy holes, and behaved with freedom accordingly. The lady pissed opposite to my door by the side of her bed, her husband did likewise, holding the pot in one hand, his tool in the other, and standing close to her and talking during&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">the operation. They were a long time afterwards unpacking their trunks. It was a hot night. The man afterwards stripped naked, and approaching her, holding his tool, \u201cMy love\u201d said he, \u201cwe shall do it on a French bed to-night.\u201d \u201cOh Charles, hush, if anyone should hear.\u201d Charles laughed, in a few minutes as she was in her night-gown, he laid her on the bed, kissed her cunt for a second, and fucked her naked as he was. She had her night-gown on. They were fond of each other, and it was delicious to see their fondness and lust. I envied them, and could scarcely restrain myself from frigging.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1037\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Their love-making over, he retired to his bed which I could not see, and the light was put out. I awakened at day light, on hearing the man say \u201cEmma \u2014 are you asleep?\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhat a noise they are making in the next room, on the other side.\u201d \u2014 After a few more words, he got out of bed, went to the door of the adjoining room opposite to mine and listened. I had put my eye to the key hole, jumping out of bed directly I heard my neighbours were awake, and anticipating a treat. \u201cThey are going away,\u201d said he, speaking of the people in the next room. Then he opened the window blinds, and broad day-light came into their room. Apparently now aware from hearing so much, that they could be heard, they talked in a low tone. He sat on the side of her bed, and kissed her, put his hand under the bed clothes, and I could guess from his position was feeling her cunt. She lay quite still looking up at him for a minute or two both seeming in silent enjoyment of the groping.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then still with his right hand under the clothes, he pulled open her night dress with his left, and freed a handsome pair of breasts, kissed them, and they kissed each other\u2019s mouths for a minute. Then sitting upright again, and lifting his night shirt up, out stood a ramp-ant, red tipped prick of noble dimensions. \u2014 \u201cLook, feel it love.\u201d I heard him say, laughing quietly. \u2014 She put out her right hand gently, and grasped the noble stem. It was a little hand which only hid half of the prick. She moved it now up, now down the stem, restlessly, not with a frigging action, but as if she wanted to feel every part. \u2014 Whilst doing so he threw the clothes off of her, and pulled up her night-gown. \u2014 I saw her naked limbs, his body hid the spot where his fingers were moving still.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Again he leant forward kissing her, still feeling her cunt, she his prick. They spoke but I could not hear what they said. He rose up, she got out&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">of bed and piddled, he at the same minute threw off his night shirt, and stood start naked with prick stiffer than ever. He was a fine young man with light hair. For an instant he sat on the bed, smelling with much seeming satisfaction one of his fingers which had just left her cunt. As she got up from the pot, he remarked that the beds were \u201cSo damned small\u201d that he must get off when they had done. \u2014 \u201cIf you lay against the wall you can\u2019t fall\u201d said she. I heard this as well as if I had been in the room. There was for a minute no noise, there were no carpets in the rooms, and the gaps round on the door were wide and many, as usual in old hotels on the upper floors.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1038\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">He wanted her to take her night gown off but she re-fused, and seemed modest about it. He insisted \u2014 \u201cyou shall Emma.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t then, Charles. \u2014 What next.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYou must love, you have to.\u201d \u2014 Then I heard no more for he turned towards her and his backside to-wards me. She had got into the bed. \u2014 They then laughed. \u2014 \u201cNo.\u201d \u2014 \u201cyes.\u201d She had her way and did not \u2014but he pulled her night-gown right up above her largish breasts, so that her limbs and body were quite naked from toe to bubby, and I saw sideways, a slightly haired motte of a dark colour. She was a dark eyed, dark haired woman, certainly not more than nineteen years old, and superbly handsome. He looked about four and twenty.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Without more than a look, and a kiss on her cunt, he mounted her. Kneeling first between her distended legs, he shook his noble prick; and then rapidly, too rapidly, without dalliance plunged it up her cunt. I could see every movement of their bodies, could see his tongue put into her mouth, the clip of his hand on the right cheek of her arse, every wriggle and every muscle move, as the two happy ones fucked with the strength and energy of youth and love. It was an exquisite sight but alas too short. They hurried their pleasure. He too young to care how soon he ejaculated his spunk, knowing (as I know) that at his age more would soon be in the storehouse of his balls.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon, with kisses, and murmurs of pleasure, which I heard in the quiet morning, his legs stretched out. Her legs fell flat on the bed and they were motionless. \u2014 A minute before every muscle of their young bodies was in energetic movement, now both lay as dead, her head turned up, his slipped off to the side, with face towards her, their eyes closed. \u2014 I saw it all perfectly.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1039\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Gradually he slipped right off of her, and his rump lay against the wall, she still on her back. Soon he re-covered, his left hand began feeling her breasts, he said something I could not hear, and she turned on her side towards him. He slid his right arm under her neck, pulled her head to him and they kissed. They talked but I couldn\u2019t hear a word. She turned more on to her side, they were close together on that narrow bed, and her right leg then went up high over his thigh. Then higher as if he had told her (I have no doubt he did) and I saw the whole of her body, from blade bone to heels. Her buttocks separated owing to the posture, and the dark haired chink of the cunt appeared, and at the same instant his fingers feeling from her bum hole to clitoris. Now slipping in and out, now sliding here, there, and everywhere; and I heard kisses louder and louder, and not another sound.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My prick had been standing since their love-making began, and now throbbed as if it would burst. I could restrain myself no longer, and looking at his fingers paddling in her spermatised cunt, frigged myself, and spent a shower of sperm against the door, kneeling on the bed pillows with my eye to the keyhole as I did it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I looked at my sperm with baudy pleasure as it clung in masses on the door panel. I was fancying whilst spending that I was doing it in the lady\u2019s cunt, and was still kneeling, now looking at the couple lasciviously playing, now at my sperm, but never relinquishing my prick. I had none of the disgust at myself which I usually have after frigging, for it seemed to me as if my sperm was in the lady, and not on the door \u2014 as if all three had participated in the same pleasure; but I kept longing intensely for the lady, and envying her partner who was still dabbling in the glutinous mixture on her vulva. How shocking this would seem to some. \u2014 How exquisite the love, lust, and lewedness, seemed it me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">How long we all three were thus, I can\u2019t say, perhaps a quarter of an hour. Then gently she turned on to her back again, and he half raised himself to look at her quim. To help him she hung (no doubt from her manner at his direction) her right leg down outside. He, with his left hand fingers distended her cunt-lips, and looked long and earnestly at it. \u201cTell me,\u201d I heard him say, for his face was towards me. Then her left hand sought his tool. Already it was stiff, I saw the tip, and so they fingered for a minute or two each other\u2019s genitals.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1040\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then all at once as if at his request, \u2014 for she was modest \u2014 She stuck up her right leg as high as she could lift it, and I saw more plainly, that he was simply distending her cunt-lips with his left hand. They talked and laughed as she did this, but I couldn\u2019t hear a word, for people in the room adjoining mine were making a noise. Soon the happy couple resumed fucking. He mounted her now a little sideways, whether intentionally, or owing to the bed I know not, but the position let me see sideways the movement of her right buttock. They took their time in fucking, now stopped and kissed, and then went on again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As they fucked, I gently frigged myself, wanting to spend when they did. They laid quite quiet so placed for a minute, and then I suppose obeying him, up high went her right leg again. He clasped it under his arm, and pulled her more sideways to him. Now I saw partially his noble prick, now pushing up her cunt, now out it came nearly to the tip, then plunged up her and was buried, and his balls lay partly on her thigh. \u2014 Quick \u2014 quicker, now furiously he thrust, and I frigged, and just as I saw him wriggling his prick up her without thrusting, out came my sperm against the door again.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then her right thigh laid quietly over his, and I could see that his prick was still in her cunt, for it was a brilliant morning. Then down went her leg, obscuring my view of the parts which we hide from all but our be- loved. She pulled up the bed clothes over his naked body, pulled down her night gown partly over her bum, and so half naked they slept. I jumped into my bed and dozed off, thinking I had seen a sight I would have given fifty pounds to have seen.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I awakened and peeped, she was on the bed alone and asleep. I wiped off my sperm from the door, and dressed myself, peeping, and awaiting further movements. At length I saw them moving about but nothing of their ablutions. They still seemed unaware of the facilities for seeing and hearing, in an old fashioned French hotel, and from their talk, felt now sure they were on their marriage trip. I had the pleasure of seeing her put on most of her garments. How sweet a lovely young woman looks under any clothing. Then peeping out of my door, for I had an intense desire to get near her, to gloat upon her, I watched them go down stairs to the table d\u2019hote room, and following seated myself as near as I could to them. I watched her whilst she eat her breakfast, scarcely&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">able to keep my eyes off of her. I fancied I saw her with his prick moving up and down her cunt between her fair round bum cheeks, and her thigh up in the air, held there, by his arm, and who would have thought that that sweet, modest looking woman, would have cocked her leg up so like a well paced harlot, or that the fingers of that quiet man buttering his bread, had an hour before been bathing them in his wife\u2019s cunt.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1041\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I knew now by experience in all amatory matters, what a young couple placed as they were, were likely to do. That change of air and food, in travel, would stir the concupiscence of both, and was right in my conjecture. So soon as they rose from their breakfast, so did I, and got to my bedroom as fast as possible. A maid was making my bed, and I hurried her out of my room. Then peeping, I found she went to the room of the young couple, and no sooner there \u2014 than the young couple came in, and turned her out, saying that they should go out and she could make the bed then. The lady took out some clothes and for a time they chatted, tho I heard nothing. Then she loudly said. \u2014 \u201cNo, let\u2019s go out and see the town, I\u2019m dying to see it, wait till night.\u201d \u2014 There was quiet laughter and scuffling. \u201cDon\u2019t make such a noise Charles, hush!\u201d and their voices dropped. \u2014 I felt sure he had begun something. Soon he was sitting on her bed-side, his hand up her petticoats, she standing by the bed-side nearly in front of him, with her bonnet on. She laid hold of his head with both hands, and kissed him, and I guessed that his titillation was awakening her lust. Then she bent slightly forwards, and I guessed was feeling him, but I heard nothing. They had now arranged it, for leaving him she took off her bonnet and returned. He had sat still and pulled his prick out. \u2014 She laid on the bed-side, he pulled up her clothes, but I could not see her split, for he stood in front of her. Then he put pillows under her head, and for the moment her legs dropped, but tho I then saw her motte, the thighs were closed and hid the split. How disappointed I felt. What would I not have given to have been or even seen between her thighs wide distended, that lovely, enticing, red lined gap of womankind.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">He threw his coat on the bed, loosened his trousers, she raised her legs, and playfully for a minute he joined her heels together, and raised them up as high as he could, looking down, I suppose, to the slit pouting out between the closed thighs, as the cunts of women do in that posture. The next moment her legs were over his arms, his prick was up her, and&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">ramming with energy, his trousers fell down to his heels, his shirt covered his rump, and all I could see was the shaking of the linen as his rump wagged beneath it. She had silk stockings on, and her legs were fleshy. In two or three minutes they were in silent bliss. Then whilst I looked at them fucking, tho feeling at the same time annoyed at my waste of sperm, I frigged myself furiously.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1042\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">He uncunted and just as he did so, to my astonishment he pushed her legs up in the air, and holding them up, dropped on his knees and looked at her quim. \u201cDon\u2019t \u2014 now \u2014 Charles \u2014 I don\u2019t \u2014 like it \u2014 don\u2019t\u201d \u2014\u201d said she spasmodically, struggling and loudly laughing, but by her tone evidently annoyed. They then left that bed. I heard china rattle out of my sight, and just then some one must have knocked, for he bawled out something. Then some one entered, and said they could change their room if they liked. There were questions asked about price, and they decided to remain. She asked who was in the room next to them, my room.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">They went out after this, and I saw nothing till five o\u2019clock, when she by herself was changing her dress for dinner. All day spite of the relief I had given my-self by fist fucking, I was as lewed as I could be, mad to see more of her, and to see his big prick; and more-over a desire to handle that prick, and frig it, took possession of me. I didn\u2019t check my desires however naughty they might seem, but let my imagination revel in baudy possibilities. (This I am more and more indulging in lately and afterwards debating mentally whether they are permissible or not.) I resolved now to frig myself again, seeing her as she stood in her petticoats looking most inviting, with half naked breasts, and naked arms and legs, showing almost to her knees.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She sat down to piddle, and in doing so seemed to fix her eye on the door. Instantly I felt sure that a suspicion had crossed her mind, and that she would come and peep. Instead of plugging the key hole with paper, a lascivious delight came over me as I thought I would show her my prick, so sat down quickly on a chair fronting the keyhole, pulled my prick and balls well out of my trousers, and frigging my stiff prick gently, sat still. I felt sure I had seen, soon after, some one at the keyhole, that she had seen my prick, and I was delighted.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1043\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After a while I peeped again. She was dressed and moving about, glancing as I fancied at my door as she passed, and felt sure she would peep again, if she had once done so, I pushed a chair to such a spot, that lolling in it I could see light through the keyhole, took up a newspaper, and seeming to read it, held it so that I could look over its edge at the keyhole. Soon the key-hole darkened for some minutes. All that time I kept my prick stiff so that she might see it well, and felt great delight at the idea of her having seen another prick stiff besides her husband\u2019s. Would she tell her husband? I wondered, and did she? most likely not. \u2014 Did I make her lewed? It was quite possible.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Her husband came in \u2014 they went down to dinner as did I, and was placed at the table d\u2019hote not far from the lady, who after dinner did not seem embarrassed when I addressed her some civilities, nor to recognise me. Her observations through the keyhole, were no doubt mainly directed to my prick. I got also into conversation with him, thinking of his prick and his vigour. Soon after dinner they went out.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I went to my room, and waited the whole evening in expectation. They came in about ten o\u2019clock. Soon after I looked, and the key hole was covered. Mounting a chair, gimlet in hand, I bored a hole in the direction of her bed, and saw him, but in night-gown this time, fuck her \u2014 but I could not see so well as I had done through the key hole which was in the exact position to cover the bed. Then the light was put out, and I went to bed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The desire still on me I awoke early, but they slept late. \u2014 When up, and he had opened the blind, again he fucked her. I had pushed out the paper which I found had been put in the hole, and saw the carnal movements well. After her pleasure, she turned her head round as she lay, and I am sure looked at the key hole, but not so he. \u2014 One grind sufficed them and they dressed. \u2014 I had mounted a chair to get to my gimlet hole, and had plugged up the key hole. \u2014 Breathless, I heard her moving there, tho I could not see her, being so close to the door as we both were \u2014 but she soon stood a little way off looking at the paper plug in her hand, which she had inserted in the key hole. Then again she came to the keyhole.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Now from my little spy hole, bored tho not in quite the right direction, I saw the wash-hand stand, and she wash her cunt, that pretty sight. Never does a woman look sweeter, than when squatting with clothes well off&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">her thighs, she washes her cunt, yet on the re-verse side, as well as I know, when squatting for a solid evacuation, how ugly does she look. Certainly less beautiful to me.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1044\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then came more than usual disgust at myself for frigging, and directly after breakfast I went to a baudy house, had the women roused from their sleep, and fucked the selected one till neither fingers or cunt would make my prick stand.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I didn\u2019t see the couple till dinner time. Went after-wards to my room fucked out it is true yet lustfully waiting for my treat. I heard a gruff male voice \u2014 the beds were shifted \u2013 strangers were in the room. \u2014 The couple had moved to another room. \u2014 Did they know I was in the adjoining room to them? \u2014 Who can say \u2013 did he ever know of the key hole? I think not, but who can tell? Did the young bride keep to herself that she had seen my prick through the key hole? Most likely.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Having spoken to them, I pushed my acquaintance, which seemed very welcome to them, for they had not travelled, whereas I had travelled much, and my experience they seemed glad of. I smoked with him, \u2014 wondering how his prick looked as he sat, and felt as if I could see clean through her petticoats as I talked to her, and never did so without a cock- stand. I hazarded one day a little smutty remark. She would not take it, but I saw that she understood it. Then every evening almost, disgusted at the recollection of my masturbation, I assuaged my lust with a gay lady \u2014 thinking of the chaste exercises I had witnessed through the key hole of a bed-room door, for I suppose it is chaste if people are married \u2014 and abominably lustful if they are not. This lasted for ten days, when the couple left, and I left the day after.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">[I have since seen scores of all sorts of couples at baudy houses, fucking there, and lascivious embraces of modest and immodest, in their maddest lust. But doubt if I ever yet have seen anything, so delicately and exquisitely voluptuous, as this newly married couple doing it. From dozens of gimlet holes in doors, I also have seen since, much variety partially, but no fucking so completely.]<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Soon afterwards \u2014 tired of Paris and its heat, I left for Switzerland, and passed there many weeks. Women I had not often, but had plenty of exercise, and healthy fatigue, which made me care, or rather think, less&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">about them. But when the want came on, it did so violently. In the mountain villages, it was difficult then to get any women at all, or if any they were of a low class. With one exception I find that I had none of them in those places. The exception was at * * * *, where wandering by myself in a meadow, smoking after dinner towards dusk, I saw a strapping woman washing linen in a brook. She had naked feet, short petticoats, and was rinsing linen by shaking it about in the stream and letting it float down, she holding one end, and squatting as she did so \u2014 with her petticoats tucked tightly between her legs, so as to prevent them getting wet.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1045\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The attitude, which was nearly that of a woman piddling, her large white calves, and the big bum which showed through slight clothing, roused my prick. In my mind\u2019s eye, I saw a red cunt gaping between two large white thighs, with two white globes in the back-ground, as I have often seen them over pot and basin, when lovely women of all colours and sizes, have squatted and pissed to gratify my eye-sight. My prick rose up with a positive jump as I fired with lust at the sight of her, and the thoughts she aroused in me.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I had approached her half from behind, and had, before she squatted, tho but for an instant only, seen her standing a little in the stream, with petticoats still tighter beween her legs, and legs naked above the knees. Then she afterwards squatted as told. She had not noticed me approaching her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After she saw me, she caught up the linen, wrung it, put it into a basket, and put another piece in the stream. I accosted her, impelled by lust, to say any-thing to begin a conversation. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s cold to your legs,\u201d said I in French. \u2014 She laughed and answered me in German. \u2014\u201dNein.\u201d \u2014 Then I spoke in bad German, wasn\u2019t she cold when up to her knees? \u2014 \u201cA little.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t it make you feel cold higher up in your thighs.\u201d \u2014 She laughed louder. \u2014 \u201cNein, nein.\u201d \u2014 She was accustomed to it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I hesitated, fearful that she might be married \u2014 but her sturdy form appealed so strongly to my lust, that I hazarded it and said I was sure she was cold there \u2014 \u201cI\u2019d like to feel, and would give a Louis to feel if she was hot or cold.\u201d \u2014 Now she hung her head on one side away from me, tho she laughed heartily but saying, \u201cno\u2014no.\u201d \u2014 I pulled a Louis out of my purse, and held it up in front of one of my eyes, as if I was looking&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">through it, and repeated my offer. \u2014 \u201cLook here my love.\u201d \u2014 She looked round and laughed more heartily than ever.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1046\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Hoisting the wet basket against one of her hips, she turned round, and went towards the village. I kept close to her \u2014 speaking in French, and broken German mixed, till we approached a poor looking chalet or cow- house, which stood a little way up a steepish bank, off from the rugged, rocky path up which she trudged with naked feet. \u2014 She turned up that way, which I didn\u2019t expect \u2014 stumbled and dropped her basket. \u201cThat\u2019s your fault,\u201d said she. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s yours for not letting me feel. Is this your way home?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYah, my relatives are there, and I wish you\u2019d go, I suppose you\u2019re stop-ping at the Falcon\u201d \u2014 all this was said in a breath. \u2014 I told her I was.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We were then close to the loghouse, and its door was wide open. \u2014 It\u2019s so difficult in Switzerland to do any-thing in the open without being seen, for from some rock, or corner, bush, or wood, or nook, you may be seen when you think you are quite secure \u2014 and the ears of the natives are so sharp at catching sounds. The chalet was in the meadow, but a, few feet from the half beaten track, and I saw my opportunity. \u2014 \u201cCome, and let me see if you\u2019ve taken cold there.\u201d \u2014 and I laid hold of a bit of chemise sleeve, which covered her arm a little above her elbow. \u2014 \u201cCome, here\u2019s the Louis, let me feel.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cNein \u2014 nein\u201d \u2014 but she looked at me with staring eyes, hard for a second, and instinct told me that the woman wanting fucking. \u2014 Then she looked up and down \u2014 then back over our path\u2014 and all round, in a stealthy way, as if to see if any one was in sight. Her keen native eyes and ears would have told her, where mine would have failed. I laid now hold of her arm, and uttering, \u2014 \u201cNein, leave me alone, sir\u201d \u2014 she al-lowed herself to be dragged to the door of the chalet \u2014 laughing uneasily as she was tugged, and making a resistance which would not have broken a spider\u2019s web, till we were inside \u2014 after treading in cow\u2019s dung, which surrounded the door like a sea almost. Inside she put her basket down.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The next instant my hand was on a fat, well haired cunt, surrounded by thighs, and a backside which felt like marble. \u2014 I looked in dismay for a resting place to lie down, and had pushed her up against what looked like a wooden wall, intending an uprighter, when I saw it was a division with a rough gate and a wooden latch. Inside the chalet it was now darkish.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1047\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Lifting the latch, the door or gate swung back, I saw coarse hay, straw, or grass, rapidly pushed her down on it, and after a rapturous excited grope, and that lewed feeling of a woman, in which every part of her, from her navel to her back bone and hips, seems to be felt over in a second, I thrust my prick up her, and spent almost ere I had begun. I had been many days without a woman, and had even had a wet dream for want of one.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Quick as I was, she was as quick, and spent with me. She didn\u2019t hide her love emotions. \u201cI must get back, they will wonder where I am.\u201d \u2014 \u201cSpeak in French if you can,\u201d said I, not understanding quite. \u2014 She did. (Most peasants in that part speak both French and German.) \u201cLie still, I\u2019m going to do it again.\u201d \u2014 She slid her hand down between our bellies, and felt as if to see whether I spoke true or not. \u2014 I clasped her arse which I had scarcely done before, and went on fucking. I had filled her cunt, and in the dead silence of the chalet, only broken by the chirping of innumerable crickets outside, I could hear the flick-flack, as my prick and balls worked in the moisture, out and in of her overflowing cunt. \u2014 That noise ceased, as the friction and heat of our genitals, thickened it to a spermy paste, and then only came our murmurs as we spent together. Never did a cunt seem to be more delicious than that of the sturdy Swiss woman, whom I fucked twice without uncunting, plain faced tho she was.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She rose quickly, and seemed to have forgotten my gold. \u2014 \u201cI must go to my home, they will wonder.\u201d \u2014 \u201cHere is the Louis, meet me again to- morrow.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo, I can\u2019t and be silent about this, mein Herr\u2019n.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhere do you live.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOver there, I am servant, but don\u2019t come, \u2014 don\u2019t see me \u2014 don\u2019t talk about it.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNever maiden will I tell, but I must see you to-morrow.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo. I wash only every other day down there at eventide \u2014 but there are usually other maid-ens. \u2014 Good night.\u201d \u2014 and off she tripped. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t come out with me.\u201d And she shut the gate of the enclosure. \u2014 I waited some minutes in the chalet, so as not to compromise her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got back to the little hotel, and next day wanted a woman more than ever. \u2014 It is often so with me now. If I have not a woman for some days, I can for a while go on without them, then when I have one, I want to have regular copulation badly. \u2014 It was Sunday, and I strolled about and&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">entered a small chapel outside the village, and there with a dozen or so of women and a few men, I saw this woman in native costume with shoes and stockings on, at prayers. \u2014 I scarcely recognised her, so nice and clean did she look, and she seemed not twenty-five, \u2014 whereas on the previous night I had guessed her over thirty. \u2014 Had she confessed to her priest? \u2014 oh, if a cunt could speak!<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1048\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She recognised me and looked uncomfortable. \u2014 She seemingly was not married. \u2014 I waited outside the chapel till mass was over, and saw her go off with a strapping Swiss-man. How I longed for her, and envied him, for I made sure that he fucked her, and followed them at a distance thinking libidinously, till I could do so no longer without being noticed. I idled about all day as I usually do on Sundays, spying for her at intervals. In the evening, I heard at the end of the village, music in a sort of barn, attached to what in England would be called a low public house. Entering it, there was she dancing with peasants, with which the place was quite full. I did not see her morning\u2019s swain. \u2014 She saw me, and it seemed to upset her and she danced no more. My entry indeed, seemed to have slightly checked them all.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Feeling this, I left without noticing her (she had not bestowed any recognition on me but a slight stare) but passing her, I muttered, \u201cCome outside,\u201d for my prick began again to tingle at the sight of her. In about a quarter of an hour out she came. It was quite dark. \u2014 I would have her \u2014 no she would be caught and must get home, they would be all out of the tavern soon, and all over the paths \u2014 we should be caught. \u2014 But trust a peasant woman in any country who had been fucked, for if there is any snug corner for fucking in, she knows it. \u2014 Soon I had her up against a shed, and fucked her. \u2014 What a bum and thighs she had. \u2014 The solidity of her flesh struck me, and what a lovely cunt \u2014 its smoothness, lubricity, and grip seemed perfect. She would not wait to give me a second pleasure, and was off with her cunt full, almost at a run.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Before she went, she said she would be washing at eventide next night. \u2014 But if other women were there what could she do, I must wait inside where I had had her \u2014 no one at that time would go there, and she would come if she could, but unless she could manage to stay till the last of them she couldn\u2019t come to me, and how could she know if that would be&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">so. \u2014 I suggested a dozen lies for being late. None she said would do, but hoping, we parted with that arrangement.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1049\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I hid myself in the shed an hour before the time, after seeing three or four women at the brook washing, but not she. At quite dusk however, I heard a tread. In she came, and fucked she was twice, before she de- parted. Now I felt that she had a splendid pair of breasts.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">So exquisite did copulation seem with her, that I wanted to see the article which gave me so much gratification. I had not even had a glimpse of it, not even of her thighs, for all had been done in the nearly dark chalet. We were but ten miles or thereabouts from the town of B***e, where I knew a brothel. There was no railway then, but a cheap diligence ran along the road. \u2014 Could she meet me there? I told her that I longed to see, as well as feel, her charms.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Nothing will baulk a female of her fucking if she means it. \u2014 A day or so afterwards, she met me there in midday. \u2014 I took her to the house, and the woman refused me admittance. \u2014 She had three women there, and gentlemen came to see them, but she did not let out rooms \u2014 I was staggered, insisted, offered double the value of the room, and at last got one. \u2014 Behold me in the house with my Swiss, who was a sturdy one indeed. I could scarcely get up enough flesh of her thighs or backside, to pinch between finger and thumb. She was like marble. Her cunt was a clipper inside, and a pretty one outside, but she was a very plain faced, dark-eyed woman. I stayed with her four hours, fucked till I could not get a stiff one, and went back. She took her Louis. \u2014 The price of women at the house as I knew, was but five francs.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The man I saw her with outside the chapel was going to marry her. \u2014 \u201cBah, my dear, he has fucked you.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNever he. He would not marry me if he had,\u201d she said. Her name was ***\u2022 She lived with her father and mother, and did all their work, and that was why she said she was a servant \u2014 and she averred that she was only twenty-one. \u2014 I might enquire if I liked, but I was satisfied and left * * * * * next morning, much relieved of spunk and much pleased with the ad-venture. A coarse wench like her is often as good as the finest lady I have ever yet had, at fucking, and is an agreeable variety. But how do they prevent getting in the family way? \u2014 This woman when I told her not to wash after\u2019 my lubrication \u2014&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">acquiesced. \u2014 She was quite modest in manner, I had to coax a good deal before I saw her cunt and backside, had almost indeed a fight about it.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1050\" style=\"color: rgb(93, 17, 17); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As the greatest heat of the summer was getting over, I crossed over the mountains with a friend, and leaving him to return to England, shaped my course towards the south of France, intending to go by sea to Southern Italy.<\/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 6 CHAPTER 1 A Paris Hotel. \u2022 Big key hole, and spy hole. \u2022 A newly married couple. \u2022 Unsuspicious. \u2022 \u201cHush Charles.\u201d \u2022 Marriage rights exercised. \u2022 \u201cAre you&nbsp;awake Emma.\u201d \u2022 A noble prick. \u2022 They fuck and I frig. \u2022 Da capo. \u2022 Thighs up, cunt paddled in. \u2022 She on the &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1631\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Six Chapter One<\/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-1631","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1631"}],"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=1631"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1631\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2609,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1631\/revisions\/2609"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1631"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}