{"id":1637,"date":"2022-08-25T18:02:41","date_gmt":"2022-08-25T18:02:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1637"},"modified":"2022-09-20T18:23:41","modified_gmt":"2022-09-20T18:23:41","slug":"volume-six-chapter-four","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1637","title":{"rendered":"Volume Six Chapter Four"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1637\" class=\"elementor elementor-1637\" 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-d4b4e11 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"d4b4e11\" 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-6dfaf6d\" data-id=\"6dfaf6d\" 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-824bf29 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"824bf29\" 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\/2qY7v8CqwJXi5wCBe0SPKB\" 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-a1acca3\" data-id=\"a1acca3\" 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-f34b21a elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"f34b21a\" 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\/49sZ44UnAqdQlCibmKCUgX\" 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-c6758f6 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"c6758f6\" 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-c59cf1e\" data-id=\"c59cf1e\" 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-4192d28 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"4192d28\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div style=\"box-sizing: inherit; width: 1083px;\"><main style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><article itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" itemscope=\"itemscope\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div itemprop=\"text\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"2917\" data-elementor-settings=\"[]\" style=\"box-sizing: inherit;\"><div><section data-id=\"1688a2f\" data-element_type=\"section\"><div><div data-id=\"4ac4dc4\" data-element_type=\"column\" style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div style=\"width: 1083px;\"><div data-id=\"db7053e\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\" style=\"width: 1063px; text-align: center; color: rgb(115, 31, 31); font-family: Georgia, sans-serif;\"><div><div title=\"Page 1082\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 6 CHAPTER 4<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>A piece of luck. \u2022 In a dull street. \u2022 A violent step-mother. \u2022 Rosa W***e. \u2022 A runaway. \u2022 My good advice. \u2022 In the Cab. \u2022 \u201cI\u2019m so hungry.\u201d \u2022 At J***s St. \u2022 Sullen, staring, and taciturn. \u2022 Fed, felt, and fucked. \u2022 The bloody chemise. \u2022 Her fears. \u2022 \u201cYou can\u2019t set things right.\u201d \u2022 Stern intentions. \u2022 A new night-gown. \u2022 Oysters and Champagne. \u2022 Taciturnity gone. \u2022 Making a clean breast. \u2022 Her history. \u2022 Her misfortune. \u2022 The music hall. \u2022 Liquoring after. \u2022 Drunk or drugged? \u2022 Virginity taken. \u2022 Forsaken. \u2022 Her misery, wanderings, and return home.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The law suit terminated. Well or not, matters not here. \u2014 I had been to my stock brokers, one Tuesday towards the end of October, and between three and four o\u2019clock in the afternoon, took a fancy to wander unheeding where, thro dull, old-fashioned, brick-built streets, on the confines of the City, and was in one, in which the dwellers once perhaps were well to do people, but now was inhabited largely by small traders, and by poorish people, but there were no shops. It was a cold, damp, sunless, and misty afternoon.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Sauntering along, I heard a shrill, woman\u2019s voice, evidently in anger; but took no notice till when near me I heard plainly, \u201cYou dirty little bitch, wait till your father comes home \u2014 ah \u2014 yer \u2014 nasty \u2014 dirty \u2013 hussy.\u201d \u2014 Turning round, I saw a well grown, sturdy-looking girl, walking along, and behind her a middle-aged woman, who every now and then gave the girl a half push, half punch in the back. A push which quite shook her. The girl\u2019s face was quite white, and dirty, the expression on it was stolid, dazed, almost like \u2014 that of one stupefied by a drug, or drink. She did not resist the elderly female, but walked on quickly, the woman behind her. I stood still. As they passed me, the elder said almost in the girl\u2019s ear, \u201cYer dirty little beast, yer always were running after men \u2014 er \u2014 er \u2014 er,\u201d and she gave punch after punch. I followed close on them, till they turned down a narrow court on the left, and went into one of several small houses in the court. Houses which looked as if inhabited by working people.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1083\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She\u2019s a fine girl, and has been caught with a chap, thought I, and walking on had passed into a street of more traffic, and forgotten the girl, when she ran past me as hard as she could, and when far off and nearly out of my sight, turned down a street and I quite lost sight of her. I was walking on, when suddenly she emerged, and again ran rapidly on. I became curious, and quickened my pace. She turned down another street, and when I got there, I saw her leaning against a wall, panting, and breathless. Said I to myself, that girl\u2019s running away. What\u2019s her game? \u2014 Quickly I walked up to her, for some vague notion stirred my concupiscence.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with you, my girl,\u201d \u2014 I said kindly, and repeated it several times, without getting any reply. She stood breathing hard with her running, and staring at me. I saw she was handsome, pity came over me, and I told her she had better go to her home, where I had seen her followed by the woman a few minutes before. \u2014 Then she broke out violently. \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t \u2014 I won\u2019t. I\u2019ll never go home again. \u2014 I won\u2019t\u201d \u2014 and her eyes glared on me, but suddenly they altered again to their stupid expression. \u2014 \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, tell me\u201d I said, repeating that several times, but she made no reply.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cI\u2019ll go and fetch your mother then.\u201d She made a half start as if to run off, but stopping herself, \u2014 \u201cWhat business is it of yours? Leave me alone, who are you?\u201d \u2014 \u201cGo home, it\u2019s best for you, you\u2019ll come to harm.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t, you go and mind your own business.\u201d Again we stood looking at each other, I scarcely knowing what to say or do.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I noticed that her dress was neat, and very respect-able for a girl of her class, but was rumpled, and that her bonnet had been flattened, and put somewhat into shape again. She looked what may be called draggled, and the vague idea I had formed at first from the been caught with a man in an equivocal position, perhaps has been tailed, I thought. Then I looked again, and she seemed to me handsomer than she had at first, and a lust for her sprang up, but it was mixed with pity, and a firm intention to help her if I could, yet with a curiosity to find out all about her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d \u2014 I at length asked, and again had to repeat it two or three times before I got the reply. \u2014 \u201cNowhere \u2014 I don\u2019t know.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYou are going after your young man, and he\u2019s got you into trouble.\u201d \u2014 No reply. \u2014 \u201cCome with me, if you won\u2019t go home, and let us have a&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">talk.\u201d \u2014 She rubbed her eyes with her dirty hands, as if a tear had started, but I did not see a tear. Then, she looked at me with a stoney stare. \u201cNow, my good girl, listen to me, \u2014 go home, go home now, or you\u2019ll get into worse trouble.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI shan\u2019t. I\u2019d sooner drown myself,\u201d \u2014 she said fiercely. \u2014 \u201cCan I help you? \u2014 If you are in trouble, I will.\u201d She answered not. \u2014 Again I advised going home \u2014 again came the enraged reply. \u2014 She\u2019ll go wrong somehow I thought, and as well with me as an- other, and then, \u2014 \u201cCome home with me then.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1084\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Again a long pause, again I repeated my offer. She eyed me closely, seemed almost to be trying to look through me, her lips moved as if she was speaking, but not a sound came from them. \u2014 Tired of this, and people noticing us as we stood together, tho but few passed in the by- street, and thinking now that I was only wasting my time, I said, \u201cGood bye if you won\u2019t go home, and won\u2019t come with me \u2014 I\u2019m going\u201d \u2014 and I turned to go. \u2014 As I turned round, \u2014 \u201cWhat are you going to do, where are you going?\u201d said she hurriedly. \u2014 \u201cTake you to a house where we can talk comfort-ably, for we can\u2019t stand here longer.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t \u2014 \u201cGood bye then.\u201d \u2014 A pause. \u2014 \u201cI don\u2019t care, \u2014 said she sullenly \u2014 and she stood upright, still looking at me curiously. \u2014 \u201cWill you come at once?\u201d \u201cI will.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Side by side we walked to the larger thorough-fare. I hailed a cab, and held the door open, when with one of her feet on the step, \u2014 \u201cYou are going to take me back home,\u201d said she, and stepped back from the cab. \u2014 I told her I would not, and in a minute we were on our road to J***s St. It was a full twenty minutes\u2019 drive.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In the cab I asked her questions, and got nothing but yes \u2014 or no \u2014 and sometimes no reply at all. \u2014 She kept eyeing me in a strangely sullen, fixed, manner. \u2014 Now I saw she was very handsome, and my prick tingled and rose up. \u2014 I felt for the moment sure there was a man in the case, and wondered if she\u2019d been fucked, and why the sullen mystery, and longed to put my hands up her clothes and feel her slit, yet fearing I might spoil my chance, did nothing of the sort. Then I laid my hand on her clothes outside her thigh, in a careless, friendly manner, of which she took no notice, but began staring out of the window. We passed a baker\u2019s shop. \u2014 \u201cOh, give me a bit of bread or a bun, I\u2019m so hungry,\u201d said she in a plaintive tone. \u2014 \u201cHungry?\u201d \u2014\u201dYes, I\u2019ve never had a bit in my mouth&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">since six o\u2019clock last night.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNonsense.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI haven\u2019t in-deed, sir,\u201d \u2014 and she put her hand to her eyes again, and I saw a tear that time, but it seemed as if her tears would not flow.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1085\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cMy poor girl, you shall. In five minutes I\u2019ll give you some food.\u201d \u2014 Directly after, I got out at a shop, bought some ham, beef, and rolls, and at *** a bottle of good sherry. In five minutes we were at J***s St., and in the room in which I first had Sarah Mavis. \u2014 It was not a busy hour there. How many times have I had fresh women in that room, I almost seem to have a property in it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The servants have been changed many times since I first went there, but I was still well known, being frequently at the house, for I liked it, and whoever the servants for the time might have been, they soon knew me. \u201cGet me knives and forks, plates and glasses.\u201d \u201cAnd what will you drink?\u201d \u2014 \u201cI\u2019d like some ale, sir,\u201d said the girl with a little hesitation. \u2014 Soon a tray with the needful implements was in the room, together with bottled ale. I turned out the food on to the plates, poured out the ale, and the girl began to eat ravenously, almost as if famished, but she ate and drank in silence, looking at me intently the whole time, as I sat opposite to her, pleased to see her enjoying the repast. In ten minutes she had eaten up nearly every scrap of food, of the ale she drank but moderately.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I brought her to the sofa, sat down besides her, and asked if she was not eighteen years old, for I had been struck whilst watching her eating, with the solid flesh about her, tho her face looked young. She said she was sixteen and a half. But still she was taciturn, and when I asked her questions, and I did many \u2014 it was always only, yes, or no, that I got in reply; and still that stolid, half sleepy, half stupid stare continued, which quite perplexed me. When she did not answer my questions at all, and several she would not answer, she stared harder than ever, and I felt quite irritated at it.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">But now I began to think of getting into her, for tho I could not make her out, I felt convinced she had got in-to some scrape about a man. \u2014 Has she been stroked, or hasn\u2019t she? kept passing through my mind, and was answered variously. \u2014 Of course it was stupid of me to think so much about those possibilities, but at the moment, I felt exactly what I write.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1086\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I wanted to piddle, and taking up a pot, emptied my bladder in very open fashion before her, and ex-posed my prick as much as I could \u2014 (It is a thing I always do as soon as I can before a woman, whom I want to get over.) and I asked her at the same time, \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t you want to piddle, my love?\u201d \u2014 The girl turned away her head, and blushed strongly. Her whole manner was so unmistakably modest, that I was perplexed again. It was quite clear to me, that whether she had been tailed or not, that she was not a strumpet in the least degree. With that, pity came over me, and a desire to save her from harlotry. All the weak, sentimental nonsense of my youth crowded my brain, and forgetting what I know to be the fact, that she and such as she, probably would do better, and be happier as a harlot, than as a poor work girl, if such she was; determined to get her home, and not to fuck her. \u2014 With some effort it was that I then put a bridle on my desires, and urged her going back.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">All was useless \u2014 no she wouldn\u2019t \u2014 never \u2014. \u201cWhy?\u201d \u2014 She wouldn\u2019t \u2014 she would do anything else rather. \u2014 How could she, \u2014 now that she had run away? \u2014 What would be said? \u2014 I didn\u2019t know, I re-marked. \u2014 No, and I shouldn\u2019t know. Much in that style ran her answers and remarks, to my advice, supplication, and offer of assistance. Then I sat silent for a minute or so, wondering at the strangeness of the incident, and thinking what I should do.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Whilst sitting so, thinking and not speaking, she whined out, \u2014 \u201cOh, I\u2019m so tired and sleepy.\u201d \u2014 My lust came on strongly at once on hearing that. \u201cLie down then,\u201d \u2014 and I put her upon the ample sofa, got her legs up, and into the exact position to begin amorous preliminaries. But I felt strangely nervous at my intentions. I can\u2019t understand now how it was so. It must have been her modest manner and looks, which made me hesitate, for I did. Then I put my arms round her neck and tried to cuddle her, and after a little restiveness, she let my arm lay there, whilst I sat on the sofa\u2019s edge, half turning toward her. Then all was impulse, under the pressure of love, lust, sexual want, the need of emptying the sperm out of my balls, or whatever the mainspring may have been. She was evidently sleepy and weary, and again gave me the impression of being half stupefied. \u2014 Then all at once, Is she quite right in her head? I wondered.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1087\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cYou\u2019ll give me a kiss now,\u201d and kissing her, she re-turned it, but hesitatingly. I kissed on for she was nice, my fondling began to soothe her, and I asked her to tell me why she had run away. Then she became again taciturn. \u201cNo \u2014 it is no good telling.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI guess why your mother beat you so.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShe\u2019s not my mother \u2014 mine\u2019s dead \u2014 it\u2019s father\u2019s second wife, and I hate her.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShe caught you with your sweetheart.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo she ain\u2019t.\u201d \u2014 \u201cShe has, and he\u2019s put it in there,\u201d and I poked her clothes between her thighs. \u201cHe\u2019s done it to you, put his prick in your cunt, and she\u2019s found it out.\u201d Whilst saying this and kissing her, I put my hand rapidly up her clothes and touched her thighs. She firmly closed them and yelled out. \u201cOh, now \u2014 don\u2019t sir \u2014 pray. \u2014 Oh, don\u2019t you.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNon-sense, my darling, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve been fucked, now haven\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She struggled, but could not rise, for I had her down, leant over her kissing, and feeling, till I got my fore-finger on to her clitoris, and looking along sideways, saw that my arm had lifted her clothes above her knees, and that her stockings and under linen looked clean. \u2014 Then my cock stiffened hard. I told her of it, and rubbed on her clitoris gently tho with difficulty, so close did she keep her thighs. But lewed talk, and the slow friction was telling on her. \u201cNow let me feel it properly, love, and I\u2019ll give you such pleasure.\u201d But she crossed her ankles, and her thighs pinched together tighter than ever, and she positively trembled, saying at each stage of my fingering progress, \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 Oh \u2014 don\u2019t now \u2014 leave off,\u201d \u2014 in a perfectly modest manner.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I took my hand away, pulled out my engine and whilst doing so, saw her face was again scarlet. It had been unnaturally white. \u201cLook here, my love, now let me have you.\u201d \u2014 She fixed her eyes on it, again made no reply, and her lips moved as if speaking, just as they had done but without utterance, when in the street with me. Then with a rush I pulled up the clothes to her belly, saw the slight hair on her motte, and before she could prevent me, my lips were upon it and kissing it, whilst my hands prevented her pushing her clothes down. \u2014 With a sharp cry of modesty and fear, she pushed the clothes over my head, and energetically with hands, backside, and legs, tried to dislodge me. But this was for a second or two only. Then she laid perfectly tranquil, and let me do pretty well as I liked, in a sullen, resigned sort of way.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1088\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After a minute\u2019s kissing, I drew my head gently away, and pushing her petticoats up with my hands, had a momentary look at her motte and thighs, and saw much blood on her chemise. Astonished, I looked at her, and saw tears running down her cheeks, but she made no noise, and in a leisurely way pushed her petticoats down. \u2014 \u201cThere\u2019s blood on your chemise,\u201d \u2014 said I. \u201cHoh,\u201d \u2014 said she, sharply but sulkily. \u2014 \u201cYou are either poorly or we fucked today for the first time.\u201d Her whole history seemed to be known to me at once. \u2014 She never answered, but struggling, sat up, and I by the side of her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Now I kissed, and kissed her, without hindrance. \u201cTell me all about it, my darling.\u201d \u2014 But she would not \u2014 even when my fingers were on her quim, which she now permitted there, but in a way which seemed as if she thought it hopeless to try to prevent me. \u2014 \u201cYour face is so dirty, look,\u201d \u2014 indeed it had become like that of a dirty, blubbering child. \u2014 \u201cGet up and see,\u201d \u2014 getting up and looking in the glass. \u2014 \u201cSo it is<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 may I wash it.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWash yourself all over, my love.\u201d \u2014 I poured out water for her, she washed, and brushed her hair, and then was a very handsome girl.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 \u201cShall I wash your cunt for you.\u201d \u2014 \u201cHoh \u2014if ever I heard such a thing,\u201d said she, quite startled, and she coloured again. Then she sat down, and tears came into her eyes, which she let me kiss away, sitting by the side of her with my prick not now stiff, yet swollen, and dangling before her. I kept it out intentionally.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 She sat sullen, silent, staring at the fire, evidently thinking, and taking no notice of my tool.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was getting impatient for results, though my lewed courting was pleasant enough. \u2014 \u201cHave a glass of wine,\u201d said I, opening the bottle. \u2014 Without a word she took one, and then another quickly. Still she was unsociable, tho now looking at me, instead of at the fire, but she seemed to take no notice of my prick. \u2014 I began pulling up her clothes. \u2014 She resisted. \u201cCome on to the bed, dear.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNo, I won\u2019t.\u201d \u2014 I tried to pull her up from the sofa, but she resisted that violently.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u201cWhat nonsense, I shall leave you if you won\u2019t. So put on your bonnet, for they won\u2019t let you stop without me, and where are you going then?\u201d \u2014 \u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d \u2014 \u201cThen don\u2019t be foolish, take off your things, and let\u2019s&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">get into bed together, I\u2019m sure you\u2019ve been fucked. \u2014 Come, dear.\u201d \u2014 She sat without movement, and I sat down again beside her. Soon after, she let me pull her back on the sofa, and begin feeling her thighs. Then I got to her cunt and began frigging her, half laying on the sofa beside her. \u201cI\u2019m so sleepy,\u201d \u2014 said she again, and her eyes seemed closing and her face assumed the stupid expression, which I first had noticed in her. Was this all sham? \u2014 passed through my mind.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1089\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Kissing, coaxing, rubbing gently through thighs tightly closed again, on a scarcely perceptible clitoris, asking her all the time to come to the bed with me, and getting no reply, I again rose. \u2014 \u201cIf you won\u2019t, I shall go, for if you stay with me here all night, we are going to sleep together. If you won\u2019t, let us go, and I\u2019ll leave you where you like.\u201d \u2014 \u201cOh, don\u2019t \u2014 don\u2019t.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWell, you can go home.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhat will you do?\u201d \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t know, and don\u2019t care, drown myself,\u201d \u2014 said she in the same sullen, determined manner, yet with a sob as if choking with suppressed emotion. \u2014 \u201cDon\u2019t be foolish then, and let me do what I want.\u201d Then I sat down again on the sofa, and without hindrance began frigging and kissing her as before. All was now quiet. At length voluptuous feeling came over her, as I knew by her manner (for I have frigged many women now), and that she was half way to a spend. \u201cCome to bed love, take off some of your things. \u2014 We will sleep together tonight, and I will see what\u2019s best to be done for you tomorrow.\u201d She made no reply, nor looked at me even.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I pulled her up from the sofa, and standing, began undoing her frock. \u2014 She neither helped nor resisted, till the last petticoat was reached. \u2014 \u201cOh \u2014 no, nothing more,\u201d said she with a start, and stopping me. \u2014 \u201cNo, don\u2019t \u2014 oh, don\u2019t \u2014 pray don\u2019t,\u201d said she quite touchingly and feebly. She put her hands down, pre-venting me from pulling up her chemise. \u2014 It struck me instantly, that she wanted to hide its condition. Was she a maid, or had she been fucked? \u2014 Modest she certainly was, and even distressed at what I was doing. \u2014 Was she poorly? \u2014 all this passed through my mind. I inclined to the belief she was virgin, but she was mysterious. My prick was standing. I was irritated by delay and impatient for a treat. \u2014 \u201cGet on the bed, dear \u2014 stop \u2014 I\u2019ll pull off your boots,\u201d and did. \u2014 On the bed she got slowly, and turned away from me, putting her hand to her head. Stripping myself rapidly to my shirt, I was by her side in a minute.<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1090\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I cuddled her, kissed her rapturously, my fingers on her cunt, frigging it gently. She lay unresisting, silent, with eyes closed. Then my fingers sought the pas-sage for my prick, and burrowing with difficulty between tightly closed thighs, as she lay half on her side facing me, I could not reach the tube. Then, pressing her gently with my body, I got her more on to her back, and inserted my fingers roughly between her thighs. \u201cOh \u2014 ah \u2014 oho \u2014 don\u2019t\u201d she murmured. \u2014 \u201cLet me, love,\u201d and I pushed, and titillated, till she sighed. \u2014 Is she virgin? \u2014 Conjecture was over the next second, as her thighs opened, and my finger went up her vagina. Then impatiently pressing her body with mine, she turned on her back, I on her belly, I felt her an instant, and guided my prick, and without obstacle it glided slowly up a tight cunt. Grasping her buttocks fiercely as I felt the lodgement, I fucked her with strong impulse to empty my semen in her. My God! What delight I felt, as faint murmurs of pleasure came from the dear girl\u2019s lips, which I stifled with my kisses, as her sheath tightened, and my prick shed a torrent of sperm in her clipping little cunt, and her body and backside writhed in the pleasure of her spending.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">What delicious thoughts crept through my brain, as the pleasure in my prick subsided, and the soft, enervating, voluptuous sensation pervaded me, which follow the discharge of one\u2019s sperm. She seemed to me divine, her cunt perfection, and she had spent with me. But her cunt had been pierced. \u2014 Was it her first spend? \u2014 Who\u2019s fucked before? \u2014 Thinking of such things, gradually I slipped off of her, and my prick left her cunt. I heard a snore. She was fast asleep, and the next instant I was asleep by the side of her, and slept for an hour or more.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">When I awakened, there she lay in a profound sleep. She had not stirred an inch from the position in which she had been fucked, but was on her back with thighs slightly apart. \u2014 I leant over and kissed her, she did not move a muscle, and gently I pulled down the bed clothes. Her chemise was up above her motte, but it lay beneath her bum. I saw on it, and just where it naturally would have issued from her cunt, patches of blood and semen, dry. There was unmistakably se-men and blood in patches here and there as well, and instantly I felt convinced that she had been fucked the previous night, and that her mother had found her out. Or were her courses on?<\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1091\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I pulled her chemise about, for the traces of seminal discharge and sanguinary evidences delighted me. Baudy possibilities in wonderful variety came through my mind. I got out of bed and stood looking at her thighs and cunt. I kissed her belly, slightly pulled apart the cunt-lips, and did all quietly and tenderly, but it was enough to have awakened any woman in ordinary sleep. At last I pulled one thigh away from the other, and slowly put my middle finger up her cunt, felt it full of sperm, and smooth, and found no redness on my finger. There she lay still as if dead, at times snoring in a most profound sleep. Two gas jets were brightly burning in the room.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">My prick stood stiff again, as I felt the firm, white, round, handsome thighs, and saw the pretty cunt, with the merest sign of red separating the lips and the soft chestnut coloured hairs, curling round the top of the split, and scarcely further. Tiptoeing, I put my prick against her thigh. What voluptuous whims come across me. How delicious and how harmless to satisfy them. Then I began playing with her clitoris, which was all but visible.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I have done that to many when asleep. \u2014 I like to arouse sexual want in a sleeping beauty as she lies by my side, but don\u2019t recollect anytime, at which I have stood by the bedside, and done it whilst the woman lay with the light of two gas burners on to her. Gently, so gently I frigged, watching the girl\u2019s face, my fingers scarcely moved, they touched the sensitive little red button so gently. I frigged long without affecting her. Suddenly, I then saw her white face flush quite redly. I never noticed that before, in any woman whom I frigged in her sleep, that I can remember. Her thighs twitched and moved, then her hand went down to her cunt, her eyes opened sleepily, and she laid hold of my hand. \u2014 \u201cWho are you? \u2014 Oh!\u201d \u2014 and she sat up, then fell back again with eyes closed for a second. Then she realized her position, and saying, \u201cIt\u2019s a shame,\u201d \u2014 pushed her chemise over her cunt.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">In a minute I was telling her all I had seen, and done. \u201cIt\u2019s nonsense, darling, I\u2019ve seen all, I know you\u2019ve been fucked before \u2014 haven\u2019t you? \u2014 let me see again, I will,\u201d \u2014 and I pulled up her chemise, laid my head on her belly covering her navel with it, and inserted a finger in her lubricious cunt. Then I rose to her face, and kissed and kissed, and frigged all the time, and harder, till she pushed my hand away. Then I&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">knew that lust was on her, and at once mounted her. She opened her thighs, but she had never uttered a word, and her eyes were always fixed on me.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1092\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Up the well lubricated, tight little cunt, my prick glided, and there it rested long, whilst I talked baudy, and asked lewed questions, looking in her face, and every now and then giving a hard ram of my prick, to make her cunt know its size, and vigour, and probe it to its innermost depths. Soon, at each thrust she sighed. Then with all my art, and skill, and force, I fucked and fucked, thinking of her pleasure more than of my own; till I felt her clasping me, and with the instinct of her sex, giving that involuntary clutch on my naked loins, which all the dear creatures give, as their pleasure in-creases, and soon, in a spasm of bliss, prick and cunt were shedding their juices in loving harmony.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She slept again at once. I did not, but lay thinking about what I knew. \u2014 My curiosity was now greater than ever, but still feeling pleasure, my prick lingered in her long. \u2014 Then I began to want food. It was seven o\u2019clock, and it so happened that a biscuit had been my only lunch. I had no clothes for change, and was expected home. So I got out of bed, and said I must leave her for a couple of hours, would dine, get my things and return. She sprang up like a jack in the box. \u2014 \u201cOh, don\u2019t you go. \u2014 Why do you? \u2014 What shall I do? They will turn me out perhaps.\u201d \u2014 \u201cNonsense, love.\u201d \u2014 \u201cBut they did this morning.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhere, \u2014 when \u2014 why?\u201d I asked. \u2014 She fell back on the bed, would make no reply, and began to sob.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I talked, comforted her, allayed her fears, told her she had only to wait my return, that I was well known there. Calling the chambermaid, I told her I was leaving for two hours, should then be back and stop the night, and that she was to lend, or to buy me a night-gown for the lady. \u2014 The girl listened with dilated eyes, looking first at me, then at the servant, and got out of bed as soon as the servant had left, walked up and down uneasily for a minute, and then asked if she might speak to the servant.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Accustomed to the ways and wants of women, it struck me at once what she wanted. She had never piddled since she had been with me. \u2014 \u201cYou want the water-closet, don\u2019t you.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes sir,\u201d said she faintly. \u2014 I got the maid to show her where it was, first telling the girl to put her dress loosely over her, and neither to speak to, nor answer any questions to&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">anyone. She came back looking quite ashamed. \u2014 I was then dressed, and telling her to wash her cunt, and get into bed, I pulled off her petticoat (spite of her) and telling her on no account to open the door, nor to answer any-one, I left, after hearing the bolt of the door shot, and paying thirty shillings for the room.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1093\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Taking a cab home, and saying I was going to stop with a friend, I brought away in a small portmanteau all the clothes needed, dined at my club, and in the two his balls, as the chemise showed. Before that day was out, Rosa and I talked it over, both looking at the chemise together, for I have a faculty of upsetting quickly any woman\u2019s modesty. Besides, a night\u2019s fucking at once alters any woman\u2019s feelings and behaviour towards the man who spermatised her cunt, and gave her sexual pleasure. Fucking is the great humaniser of the world. hours, was back at J***s Street. The night-gown was ready. I knocked at the door several times before I got a sleepy answer. \u2014 \u201cWho is it?\u201d \u2014 \u201cIt is I.\u201d \u2014 \u201cIs it you?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes, it\u2019s the gentleman,\u201d said the maid who was behind me, and then shouted down-stairs. \u2014 \u201cWait a minute, sir, in the parlour.\u201d (How well I knew those words.) \u2014 The door opened, and there was I with her for the night. I felt joyous, there was such an air of intrigue about the affair. My curiosity about the girl was intense, and I thought now more of hearing all about her, than about fucking her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I made her put on the night-gown. She wanted to hide her chemise, but I showed that I was master, examined it before her, and made my remarks in the plainest words about its condition; holding it to the light, and looking and laughing. \u201cI wonder if his prick hurt you, tell me dear. How often did he do it \u2014 was his prick large? \u2014 do tell me\u201d \u2014 and so I went on. She never smiled, nor answered, nor moved a muscle: but sat looking at me fixedly. She seemed an odd one \u2014 no other in all my amatory acquaintances behaved a bit like her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I drew her on to the sofa, pulled off her stockings, and undressing to my shirt, sat with naked bum on my naked thigh, and with fingers on her cunt twiddling it, began coaxing, and begging her to tell me all. I could get nothing out of her, and her taciturnity annoyed me. Angrily I said I should stay the night, but unless she had confidence in me should leave her next morning. That opened her mouth a little. \u2014 \u201cWhat\u2019s the&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">good of telling you my misfortune? You can\u2019t set it to rights, but my name is Rosa W***e.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1094\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I replied that perhaps I might, and at all events might prevent worse befalling her. At length she said, \u201cPerhaps I will, but I\u2019m so sleepy and tired.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDidn\u2019t you sleep last night?\u201d \u2014 \u201cI never wakened all the night till I got up.\u201d \u2014 \u201cTell me then, how it all happened.\u201d \u2014 She shook her head, and lapsed into taciturnity.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">A couple of hours passed in chat, looking at her, feeling her plump young body all over, which she now permitted in a shrinking, resigned sort of way, and struggling with her when I wanted to expose her belly. Then \u2018I asked if she liked oysters. \u201cOh, don\u2019t I,\u201d said she vivaciously. It was the only spark of interest I had seen. \u201cChampagne?\u201d \u201cI never tasted any.\u201d \u2014 I made them bring Champagne from a place I named, and a bill to show they got it from there. \u2014 Oysters were brought. \u2014 Well I recollect the first time I had them in that house with Louisa Fisher. The girl eat them with pleasure, Champagne she drank, first remarking that she ought perhaps never to drink a glass of wine or spirits, as long as she lived. Then when I asked why, she only shook her head. She got livelier soon, and actually at one of my remarks laughed. Then getting from the chambermaid candles and lucifers, for I knew they turned off the gas at about three o\u2019clock, I said we would go to bed, and, \u201cShow me now your dear little cunt.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She resisted, and burst out crying and sobbing, tears ran now fast enough, but not for long, tho the sobs lasted and were violent. I can\u2019t bear to see a female in distress, so desisted. \u201cShall we go to bed then, Rosa, and fuck again?\u201d \u2014 I loved to say that word, it seemed to upset her so. \u2014 \u201cIf you like,\u201d \u2014 said she, colouring up. \u201cAnother glass of Champagne then,\u201d \u2014 and sitting her on my naked knees again, so that her flesh touched mine, we drank. I begged her to tell me all, or I shouldn\u2019t know what to do for her, for I could not stop with her long. \u2014 \u201cIt\u2019s no good telling,\u201d \u2014 was all I could get out of her. She wouldn\u2019t feel my prick tho I put her hand to it. \u2014 So putting out one gas burner, and turning down the other, into bed we went.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">There she lay close to me. I put my finger up her cunt. \u2014 She winced, and in reply said, \u201cIt hurts a little only now.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019ve washed.\u201d \u201cYes, when you went out.\u201d \u201cFucking gave you pleasure, didn\u2019t it? \u2014 Now say. What&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">stupidity to be silent, tell me.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes.\u201d \u2014 said she at last. At length cuddling to me, she admitted she\u2019d been fucked the night before, and never before. She didn\u2019t know how it came about. She was drunk she supposed, and that was all she would say. \u2014 We fucked again and fell fast asleep.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1095\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was awakened at times by the noise of amorous couples. She slept and snored all night profoundly, a lethargic sleep, and was fast asleep when I awakened her at about ten next morning. \u2014 I opened the blinds, let in light, and saw that she looked fresh and well, and had quite a different expression on her face, but the face had strong resolve in it. My fingers went to her cunt, I placed hers on my prick and again saw that she coloured up. \u2014 \u201cYou want to piddle.\u201d No answer, and I got angry. \u201cWhat nonsense, my dear, your naked belly\u2019s been against mine, my fingers on your cunt, I\u2019ve fucked you and yet you seem ashamed to piddle, now get out and do it, for it\u2019s all sham modesty.\u201d Out I got and pissed. \u2014 \u201cThere is the pot.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI don\u2019t want.\u201d \u2014 \u201cI\u2019m sure you do, after the ale and Champagne you drank. I\u2019ll look through the blinds.\u201d Rosa got out and half filled the pot. Then in the bed I fucked out a healthy, copious, morning\u2019s emission. Afterwards I talked seriously about her future. \u2014 I had once or twice felt sorry I had brought her here, thinking that had she been left to herself, she might, when still more weary and hungry, have gone home again. \u2014 Now I suggested her going home, \u2014 told her how to act \u2014 what to tell \u2014 and that I would give her money. \u2014 \u201cNo\u201d \u2014 nothing should make her go home again. \u2014 \u201cYou will go on the streets then.\u201d \u2014 She made no reply to that. I went on advising, and after saying that if she did not tell me all, I really must leave her, she burst into tears, laid her head against my chest, and told me all.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Few women tell their escapades clearly and consecutively, but she told the most important part of her misfortune, as she termed it, quite coherently. Other parts were given in answer to my questions, and I firmly believe, truly given.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Her Father, a smith by trade, and a W***e by name, had married a second wife, and Rosa and she didn\u2019t agree. Rosa had learnt stay- making, but grew tired of it, so went to service, grew tired of that also, or didn\u2019t like her place, and had been home a week doing nothing but help in their lodgings, and do needle-work. \u2014 A friend of hers and her&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">sweetheart were going to a mu-sic hall, and Rosa with her father\u2019s consent went with them. There they met a young man of their own class in life, who paid attention to Rosa. All four had drink there. When they came out they had more drink at a public house. Her female friend suggested that the new acquaintance should see Rosa home, she going off with her sweetheart. All were seemingly a little screwed, and the couples separated in great jollity. Then the young man, Rosa said, \u201cMade love to me, but nothing improper.\u201d They had some more liquor at a public house, and when she came out she staggered, and felt she was drunk. She was frightened about getting home late. He said he would see her home safely, but she scarcely knew why, or how, she found herself in a bed room with him, and felt so sleepy that she couldn\u2019t keep her eyes open, or even stand, and he laid her on the bed.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1096\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Up to that time, she was sure he had taken no liberties with her, now he pulled up her clothes. She recollected struggling with him, that she saw his prick out, and the next minute that with a pain to her, something went up her cunt. She was laying at the side of the bed, but all was so confused that she could tell no more. How she got undressed she knew not, but she did, and was in bed with him in the morning, and in the night she thought he did it to her again, but was not sure. \u2014 She neither recollected pain or pleasure; only some-thing heavy on her, and something in the cunt, and nothing more till the next morning, when with a sense of stupidity she awakened, and saw him dressing.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then, still half asleep and stupid, she became conscious of her \u201cmisfortune.\u201d He said he must get to his work, told her he had paid for the room and left. She immediately fell asleep again, and was awakened by the coffee-house keeper about eleven o\u2019clock. She got up and dressed somehow, and asked for a cup of tea. He asked if she had money to pay for it. \u2014 She had not a farthing, and it ended in his saying that she couldn\u2019t stop there any longer, and she was turned out into the street at midday, dizzy and stupid, unable to think or to go home. She wandered about for a couple of hours, till she found herself at the steps of one of the bridges. She sat down on them, and then thought she would drown herself.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then she determined to go to a friend, a woman who knew her and her family. There she told she had been out all night, walking about, and was&nbsp;<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">frightened to go home, but told nothing more. The woman sent for the stepmother, who fetched, punched, and abused her all the way home. She was ashamed to look the neighbours in the face, tho still half stupid with the drink or the drug she had had the night before. Stepmother, when in their lodgings, threatened her with all sorts of vengeance, went out to fetch the father, and left her, as she thought, locked up in the kitchen, but in her anger made a mistake, did not lock the door properly, and as soon as she had gone off, Rosa bolted, ran past me, and the rest has been already written.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div title=\"Page 1097\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I questioned her closely about this affair, and her previous habits and life. Was questioning her all that day, and much of the following night, indeed scarcely talked about anything else, and feel convinced I had the truth. The girl had either been made completely drunk, or had been drugged \u2014 drugged did not seem probable, yet was possible, and I incline to the belief that she had been drugged, and that her friends who introduced the young man, knew certainly that he would be at the music hall. It seemed to me a cruel case. However that might be, I was certain that Rosa had been fucked for the first time on that night, that the sperm and blood on her chemise marked the sacrifice of her virginity, and that my prick had gone up the same channel, unwashed since the lucky young man left his sperm in it. A good lot he must have put out of his balls, as the chemise showed. Before that day was out, Rosa and I talked it over, both looking at the chemise together, for I have a faculty of upsetting quickly any woman\u2019s modesty. Besides, a night\u2019s fucking at once alters any woman\u2019s feelings and behaviour towards the man who spermatised her cunt, and gave her sexual pleasure. 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