{"id":1639,"date":"2022-08-25T18:03:06","date_gmt":"2022-08-25T18:03:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1639"},"modified":"2022-09-21T16:45:41","modified_gmt":"2022-09-21T16:45:41","slug":"volume-six-chapter-five","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1639","title":{"rendered":"Volume Six Chapter Five"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1639\" class=\"elementor elementor-1639\" 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-fc7da6e elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"fc7da6e\" 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-e6d5a75\" data-id=\"e6d5a75\" 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-e1b4089 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"e1b4089\" 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\/39B7yyJEPmMJM2WmTvaCWw\" 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-4bb104a\" data-id=\"4bb104a\" 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-8712f75 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"8712f75\" 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\/6dDRXdNXP0KzmqxDPM43WF\" 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-8b6cca9 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"8b6cca9\" 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-cfca0f8\" data-id=\"cfca0f8\" 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-9d1bb3b elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"9d1bb3b\" data-element_type=\"widget\" data-widget_type=\"text-editor.default\">\n\t\t\t\t<div class=\"elementor-widget-container\">\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1098\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><b>VOLUME 6 CHAPTER 5<\/b><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\"><i>After breakfast. \u2022 An inspection of Rosa. \u2022 Her figure, face, and pudenda. \u2022 An expensive room. \u2022 A frig stopped. \u2022 Looking- glasses not appreciated. \u2022 She feels my sperm. \u2022 Fresh lodgings. \u2022 Conversations on fucking. \u2022 Her youthful knowledge. \u2022 Stiff pricks in little boys. \u2022 Precocity in young girls. \u2022 Opportunities in the humble classes. \u2022 I make notes of the intrigue. \u2022 Her suspicions. \u2022 Clothes bought her. \u2022 My pleasure with her, and her indifference. \u2022 Her relatives written to. \u2022 She goes to them. \u2022 Her brief letter. \u2022 Full-grown Paphians \u2022 Their cunts compared with Rosa\u2019s.<\/i><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We breakfasted (sent in from a restauranteur\u2019s), she in night-gown, I in my night-shirt. \u2014 Then I made her wash her cunt, setting her example by stripping naked, and washing my ballocks ostentatiously. Then I would see her cunt, about which we again had a squabble, but it was done, and with my complete inspection of the red chink, most of her feminine reserve went. When a girl has been felt, fucked, her cunt has been looked at, and she has pissed and washed before me, she belongs to me entirely. Modesty is dead henceforth, and unrestrained voluptuousness begins. There is intense de-light in destroying modesty in a virgin. It is the joy of the honeymoon. But complete voluptuousness can only be had, when all modesty in both man and woman has gone, and they give themselves up to all libidinous amusements which love suggests. She. was well grown, tho not so tall as many at her age, full in thighs and haunches, had lovely calves, and a little foot. Her breasts were very big for her age, and quite beautiful in their swell and firmness. Her cunt had the beauty of youth. There was very little hair on it of a nice brown colour, short, crisp, and curly. The lips were small and firm, and set in plenty of nice flesh, there was ample room between her thighs. The clitoris was very small, the inner lips the same, the mons was full. Altogether a lovelier cunt I have rarely seen. I looked at it hourly almost till we parted, and begin to think that I like young cunts. A wide spread thatch between thighs and navel indicates too much, the full sized orifice below it. The smaller and more delicately fledged mons looks more modest, and shadows a more delicate\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">tint, a smaller split and a tighter channel. But most sorts have their charm. At one time one sort pleases, at other times another.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1099\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Her face was handsome. Her nose had the slightest turn upwards at the tip, she had lovely teeth, and chestnut coloured, long, and silky hair. Her eyes were of a peculiar grey, and did not seem to accord with the rest of her face; they had a stern, resolute look in them, and I didn\u2019t like the expression. There was courage, discontent, and sorrow in them. As she got lewed, I noticed that they softened to an almost angelic expression. I found that out the second night, when I frigged her nearly to a spend, and it so delighted me, that I took to fucking her much at the bedside, so that I might see her face. She trembled as she spent, and breathed then with a slight catch in it, in a way which gave me much pleasure. Her cunt was unusually tight, and fetched me quickly. Altogether as a partner in love\u2019s pastimes, she was exquisite; but I think that a small quantity of fucking satisfied her.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The contemplation of her form, and lovely cunt, above all of the ragged edge left by the split of her virginity, drove me wild with lust. Again I kissed it, smelt it, fingered it, probed it, tickled the little clitoris, and at last licked it to her amazement, but did not make her spend, and then did the same things over again. I made her examine my prick and appendages, pull the prepuce off and on, frig it to a stand, and did all that nature dictated for sexual pleasure and amusement. \u2014 \u201cShall we fuck, Rosa?\u201d \u2014 said I. \u2014 \u201cIf you like,\u201d \u2014 tractable enough now. \u2014 On to the bed we got. \u2014 \u201cMy darling, I\u2019ll frig you.\u201d \u2014 Soon it was \u201cDon\u2019t do that.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhat then?\u201d \u2014 She wouldn\u2019t reply. \u2014 \u201cPut it up your cunt.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes,\u201d \u2014 said she quietly. Up it went and soon we were both in heaven in each other\u2019s arms. How fortunate she is at her age, to have all this pleasure, if she did but know it. Then we dressed.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Saying I was going to stop that day and the night, the mistress demanded fifty shillings, and said she should lose money at that. I knew well the money taken in that house and that two pounds for twenty-four hours ought to suffice, and it was settled at that. Rosa opened her eyes when she saw me pay, I didn\u2019t like to leave her there, thinking the mistress might try to induce her to turn gay, seeing how young and handsome the girl was; but it got monotonous being in one bedroom together so long,\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and though I had all the newspapers to read, I was glad when darkness set in.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1100\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Then I went to a restaurant with her, and had a jolly dinner in a private room. Returning, I bought cards and cribbage board and sat smoking, and playing cribbage, till we turned into bed. We fucked more than on the first night, and in the morning we were hollow-eyed. \u2014 It was a delicious night, for she gave herself up to my lust. I explained all about copulation to her, she told me her youthful sensations, and lustful wants, and what she knew of her own sex. \u2014 I learnt some-thing even. It was one long, mutual instruction in copulation. \u2014 We talked about nothing else.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I did not intend staying there, and knew that else-where I should not have them, so once arranged the glasses and sofa, so that she could see our frolics most fully in them, but she seemed not much delighted with the exhibition. When fucking she always put her face as close to mine, or to my neck as she could, and didn\u2019t seem to be looking at anything. She was a very quiet fuckstress under action \u2014 and I thought not of lustful temperament. \u2014 Perhaps as she grows older her lust may be stronger, yet there is something in her eye which looks cold.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">After my first fuck in bed with her that night, I put her hand down between our bellies to feel how my prick lay in her. \u2014 She didn\u2019t want much pressing to do that. With all women of whom I have had the firsts, I have an intense desire to know if they have enjoyed my prick. Some women new at the amorous play and quite young, spend so quietly, that unless their cunts tighten (and some cunts don\u2019t) it is difficult to know if they have spent or not. Directly I felt her hand between our bellies, I began asking her, \u201cDid you like it? \u2014 did you spend? \u2014 tell me \u2014 do, love\u201d \u2014 but not a word could I get from her. Wearied by her silence, at length I said \u2014 \u201cShall I fuck you again.\u201d \u2014 \u201cIf you like,\u201d \u2014 said she slowly. \u2014 \u201cThen it gave you pleasure.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I was delighted, and kissed her rapturously. \u201cPut your fingers well around my prick,\u201d for she had kept her hand there, and my prick was still largish and up her cunt. As I said it, I eased my belly slightly from her to let her do so. Then when she held it, I withdrew my prick through her fingers, covering them with the sperm which came off of it. I have odd, lewed fancies with women, they come over me involuntarily when with\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">them. They are rarely premeditated, nor was this one, but I felt a subtle delight in knowing my sperm would be on her fingers, as well as in her cunt, and said, \u201cFeel it love, that\u2019s my spunk mixed with yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1101\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">\u2014 She answered not. \u2014 Then I felt her cunt overflowing with the libation from my balls, and made her feel her cunt. \u201cDid you ever feel your cunt full like that.\u201d<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014 \u201cNo,\u201d said she. \u201cYou\u2019ve been fucked though , I\u2019ll swear<\/span><span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">\u2014 Haven\u2019t you?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes,\u201d \u2014 said she, after much pressing, \u201cbut only last night,\u201d \u2014 and she began to cry. \u2014 I overwhelmed her with questions, but only got an obstinate, \u2014 \u201cI won\u2019t now, what\u2019s the good.\u201d But her history has already been told.<\/span><\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">We left next day. I hired two rooms for a week for two pounds, at a fairly respectable eating house, and paid down. \u2014 They didn\u2019t seem to like my companion when they saw her. I got decent food there, and the girl was out of harm\u2019s way. My difficulty now was to know what to do with her. She said resolutely that she would never go home again, but at last she told me she had a relative at A*i**d*n and she would go there if they would let her. If not she would go on the streets, or drown herself, and she certainly meant one or the other. I suggested writing to the female friend, with whom she went to the music hall, to get her to induce the young man who had pierced her first, to marry her. \u2014 She refused positively, and said her friend had no business to have left her with the young man. She wondered if it was to go with her own young man some- where on the sly. \u2014 \u201cTo fuck, you mean.\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes,\u201d \u2014 she replied, not minding now my lewed words. \u201cBe-sides, he\u2019s downright ugly, and I hate him, if I get near him, I\u2019ll stick a knife in him, kill him,\u201d \u2014 said she savagely and with a look in her eyes, which made me think that she would if she got the chance. She seemed vindictive against the whole lot, her parents included.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">About the third day, I became uneasy about the ending of this affair. I could go out more freely from this house than from the baudy house, and went to my club for letters, but did not wish to be seen much, for I was supposed to be in the country with a friend, and there-fore kept mostly at the lodgings with her. I could not walk out with her either, and did not like her to go out alone, thinking she might disappear, for she was\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">evidently a determined creature. But she didn\u2019t seem to care at all about going out.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1102\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She would read, suddenly put down the paper, and looking at me, say, \u2014 \u201cWas I dead drunk \u2014 or did he give me something else?\u201d She said this ten times a day. Then she would talk over the matter if I replied. \u2014 \u201cIf I was drunk, how could I have walked to the house, and how can I recollect at all what he did to me. Father, when drunk, never recollects anything.\u201d \u2014 \u201cDo you recollect his prick hurting you?\u201d \u2014 \u201cYes, and something heavy, but not him on top of me, \u2014 and I was stupid all next day, and when mother punched me in the streets, I didn\u2019t seem to care. If she\u2019d punched me at any other time, I\u2019d have punched her.\u201d \u2014 So we talked over the incident perpetually. Whether drunk or stupefied, she seems to have had momentary flashes of lucidity during the time she was with the man, but no sensation of pleasure when he was up her, nor even knowledge of the number of times she had been fucked. \u201cI\u2019m trying to think, but can\u2019t recollect more, I wish I could, and he a stranger to me, to do it. If it had been any one that I\u2019d known, it wouldn\u2019t have been so black-guard, would it?\u201d<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">She told me how young she was, when she first knew, or heard, that a man\u2019s prick went up a woman\u2019s cunt. She was only about ten years old, and used then to talk about it with other girls. She, like every other young girl I have known, I think without exception, knew that a cock got stiff, had seen boys\u2019 cocks so, and had tried to make them stiff. Every girl I have fucked has told me nearly the same. A nursemaid once said that she had made a boy\u2019s cock stiffen who was not three years old. The humbler class of girls know and see all this. \u2014 Young ladies have never the chance of seeing, and only know such things when their maids (who are of the lower classes) tell them. I think from confidences made me by ladies whom I have had, and by ladies\u2019 maids as well, that they frequently ask their maids to tell about such matters, or lead them on to tell. Prick is instinctively a subject of curiosity to the female, just as the cunt is to the male. She told me all about her conversations with other girls about copulation.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I got her a novel to read, a love story \u2014 and she devoured it. I got writing paper, and amused myself by writing down the incidents of this piece of my luck. I noted down what she said \u2014 not at the moment, but directly\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">after, when she was reading. But my writing made her suspicious. Was I writing to her father, was her first anxiety. I told her I was only writing about my affairs. But after a while \u2014 \u201cYou\u2019re writing some-thing about me I\u2019m sure, now do tell me.\u201d \u2014 \u201cWhat makes you think that?\u201d \u2014 \u201cBecause you keep looking at me so.\u201d I suppose I did, but was not conscious of doing so. However I set her mind at rest by some bouncing lies.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1103\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">It was certainly a rare chance to be with a nice young girl under such circumstances, and I got confidences which perhaps in her life she will never give to any other man. She would drink now, tho at first frightened of liquor. She never had cared about drink, had seen too much of it at home, she said, but now it seemed to make her, \u201cfeel jolly, and forget things.\u201d \u2014 She in fact was inclined to be reckless, and I pointed out what that would lead to. She didn\u2019t care she said. \u201cWhat does it matter now? When are you going to leave me, what shall I do then?\u201d \u2014 \u201cGo home my dear, I\u2019ll see that they behave well.\u201d \u2014 She stared hard in her usual manner. \u201cThen I won\u2019t, whatever you may try to make me.\u201d \u2014 Though a girl, she seemed on this point to have the will of a woman.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">I took her out in a cab, and gave her a change of linen right through, for washing was needful. It was of the simplest kind, and quite suited to her condition of life. She\u2019d not asked for it, and when I told her my intention, she named the prices of such articles, and did not seem to desire anything showy or better. I gave her a secondhand and rather used bag to put them in, in thinking it better when she left me, that she should not seem to have all things new, for I had been resolving in my mind, all sorts of ways of doing her good, all sorts of mendacity for hiding what she had been doing. I felt really sorry for the young lass, and again began to think, that had I not met her, she might have gone home. But who can say?<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">On the fifth day I determined to do something to enable me to leave her, and told her I must do so. That if she did not let me put her somewhere safely, I would fetch her father. It ended in her writing from my dictation to her relative at A*i**d*n.<\/p><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">The letter was in some respects true, but all about what had taken place since her flight was a pack of lies. I thought out the whole thing, even to her being able to account for her having the new under-linen (I gave her\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">nothing else much), and the story was, I\u2019m sure, a quite probable one. As a post-office was named, at which a reply was to be sent, the clue to her whereabouts was pretty well broken. In a couple of days a kind reply came \u2014 they knew of her having run away, and had evidently been informed of it by the girl\u2019s father, who I imagined thought the girl might have gone to A*i**d*n. So I determined to send her off there at once. I had now had all the pleasure the lass was capable of giving me, was in fact fucked out, and she as well, but such was the attraction of the young lass, that I never strove harder to copulate. At last, after a mid-day meal (we always began fucking soon after that meal), I got my cock into her, and rammed with energy, but nothing would come out from my sperm- holder and it shrunk out shamefully without spending. \u201cI can\u2019t do it,\u201d said I. \u2014 \u201cOh, I\u2019m glad you leave off, I\u2019m so tired,\u201d said she. As usual with women when I am nearly fucked out, I make them spend, tho I don\u2019t myself, if I can keep my cock stiff and in action. But Rosa was not by nature libidinous I am sure. She gave none of those quiet indications of desire, which the newly fucked usually do. \u2014 Unasked, she never laid hold of my prick. \u2014 The only curiosity she showed was once in seeing my prick stiffen under her handling, but she never asked me to frig it till I spent. I don\u2019t recollect at this moment one woman fresh at copulation, who has not wished to see that.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1104\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">Next day I saw her to the station, and the train, with her, move off. I gave her ten pounds, impressing on her the necessity of not telling that she had more than a few shillings. That was to fit in with the tale of her doings since her flight, which we had concocted. \u2014 She seemed glad to go, and not at all affected at leaving me. \u2014 She only remarked I\u2019d been very kind, that she didn\u2019t know \u201chow it would all end,\u201d and wished she were dead. I gave her envelopes, written with an ad-dress for me at a post-office, and begged her to write to me, however short her letter was, and promised if she was in trouble still, to help her \u2014 but I did not give her my real name. About a week after, a letter reached me with \u201cAll right \u2014 Rosa\u201d on it, and not a word more \u2014 I never heard of her again. I applied at the office for a letter months after she had left me, but there was no letter for me. It was a week of great pleasure, a curious one in its incidents. \u2014 Her youth, and youthful cunt, and manners, pleased me much; yet I was glad when it was finished, for there was a tie about it which worried me. In a week I had quite recovered my virile power, and\u00a0<span style=\"font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">at once had two or three of the biggest women I could find, being impatient to see their massive thighs, and thickly haired cunts. To one and all, I told that I had been a week with a young lass, and described her closely to them. It gave me pleasure to point out on the mature cunts, where the hair grew to on the young one, how the slit looked, and how tight it felt, and so on. But this did not seem much to please the ladies, who seemed rather to think that my pleasure with the lass reflected upon their own personal charms.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div style=\"color: #621e1e; font-family: Georgia, sans-serif; text-align: center;\" title=\"Page 1105\"><div><div><p style=\"font-size: 16px;\">As to Rosa, I shall always feel that in not writing more to me she was very ungrateful, but I had a most delicious week with her. A honeymoon. I doubt whether I ever shall have anything like such a piece of luck again.<\/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 5 After breakfast. \u2022 An inspection of Rosa. \u2022 Her figure, face, and pudenda. \u2022 An expensive room. \u2022 A frig stopped. \u2022 Looking- glasses not appreciated. \u2022 She feels my sperm. \u2022 Fresh lodgings. \u2022 Conversations on fucking. \u2022 Her youthful knowledge. \u2022 Stiff pricks in little boys. \u2022 Precocity in &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1639\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Six Chapter Five<\/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-1639","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1639"}],"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=1639"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1639\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2633,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1639\/revisions\/2633"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1639"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}