{"id":1684,"date":"2022-08-28T17:33:05","date_gmt":"2022-08-28T17:33:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1684"},"modified":"2022-10-26T12:23:11","modified_gmt":"2022-10-26T12:23:11","slug":"volume-seven-chapter-one","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1684","title":{"rendered":"Volume Seven Chapter One"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t<div data-elementor-type=\"wp-page\" data-elementor-id=\"1684\" class=\"elementor elementor-1684\" 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-dda5331 elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"dda5331\" 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-c818c39\" data-id=\"c818c39\" 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-c1119f7 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"c1119f7\" 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\/2a9eDklBHFCIuv8JOvYG8d\" 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-b490374\" data-id=\"b490374\" 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-b3b35b7 elementor-widget elementor-widget-html\" data-id=\"b3b35b7\" 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\/0o4ZIH9xhhDifK4tAUA7Rf\" 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-0e8cedd elementor-section-boxed elementor-section-height-default elementor-section-height-default\" data-id=\"0e8cedd\" 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-184c8ef\" data-id=\"184c8ef\" 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-de97319 elementor-widget elementor-widget-text-editor\" data-id=\"de97319\" 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 class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1246\">\n<div class=\"layoutArea\">\n<div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);\">Volume 7 C<\/span><span style=\"font-size: 15pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);\">HAPTER <\/span><span style=\"font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(89, 89, 89);\">1 <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia'; font-weight: bold;\">Gertrude&#8217;s history continued. \u2022 Lusts roused. \u2022 The sister&#8217;s confidences. \u2022 The wounded Captain. \u2022 Gertrude&#8217;s nursing. \u2022 Antonio&#8217;s greed. \u2022 Margaretta&#8217;s moral views. \u2022 The Captain&#8217;s lust. \u2022 The price of the watch. \u2022 Gertrude reckless. \u2022 The Captain&#8217;s exhibition. \u2022 Success by the bedside. \u2022 Margaretta with child. \u2022 Gertrude and Captain at Paris. \u2022 Her disappointment. \u2022 Her love for me. \u2022 Our secret meetings. \u2022 The Captain&#8217;s sodomitic wishes. \u2022 They separate. \u2022 She marries. \u2022 His death. \u2022 Her fine qualities. \u2022 Of my treachery. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Next day the battle of Solferino was fought. Every hotel and house in the town was filled with the wounded French, most of the Austrians were taken elsewhere. Every body was compelled to help the wounded. \u2014 Gertrude, a strong, big woman, was glad to get an employment at the largest hotel, in which most of the French officers wounded were placed. \u2014 Her future pseudo husband with a wounded leg was among them; and it fell to her lot to attend to him in some degree when his soldier servant was not there. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">So as to make room for worse cases (the hospital headquarters were in the hotel), the Captain, like others, was moved to a private house. He had money, he liked her attention to him, and for money she went to attend him there. One day, when better, he threw his arms round her, kissed her, and said he wished she was his wife. Soon after he let his clothes be so disarranged that she saw his cock standing stiff as he lay, and either was, or shammed being, asleep. \u2014 She looked at his cock attentively and felt a liking for him. The cock evoked her lust, and she went to her room and frigged herself. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Both sisters never mentioned to any person the shagging the soldiers had given them, but it had a very stimulating effect on both. \u2014 Margaretta, it seems, had never referred to Gertrude&#8217;s escapade with her lover at Strasbourg, nor talked about marriage pleasures, nor seemingly, as I&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">made out in my many conversations with Gertrude, done or said anything to make Gertrude long for a cock to be put up her. She wanted evidently to stop sexual aspirations, to keep her steady, and get her married as soon as possible. \u2014 Gertrude told me that she herself was late in her monthlies coming on, and had no great longings for a male, and had not frigged herself till seventeen or eighteen years old. \u2014 She had spent with her lover at Strasbourg, and she pined after him, but it was for him rather than for fucking.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1247\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">An Italian was at this time paying attentions to Gertrude, of what are called an honourable sort. But she never thought of his fucking her, and no man had laid hands on her ankles even, still less touched her quim, since her Strasbourg lover, till the soldiers did. \u2014 That shock to her nervous system set her and her sister eternally talking about fucking. The very night of the affair, tho half dead with fright and fatigue, the excitement and irritation of her cunt and brain was such that she frigged herself. There was such difficulty in getting accommodations in the overcrowded town, which they could pay for, that the whole family slept on the floor in one room. Her brain would not let her sleep, fucking was on her brain. The old man and children alone slept soundly, she laid as if asleep, in hopes Antonio would stroke her sister. \u2014 Margaretta had told her that she also felt need to be fucked again. \u2014 Antonio had been out all next day to see about his affairs, the two women talked about fucking all day, and about the soldiers&#8217; pricks and spunk. They compared their experiences, and at last frigged themselves before each other. \u2014 Margaretta told Gertrude what sort of prick Antonio had, and how often he fucked, and Gertrude told Margaretta, how her lover first got into her. There was at last complete confidences about sexual matters between them. \u2014 Lewedness had taken possession of them, and it&#8217;s not to be wondered at. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">The next night all huddled together, Margaretta let Antonio shag her. \u2014 She knew Gertrude close by was feigning to sleep, for the two women had so arranged it between themselves. \u2014 Antonio had hesitated for fear Gertrude should awake. \u2014 &#8220;Hush \u2014 no&#8221; \u2014 he said. But his wife, his cock in her hand, mused it up till he eased it in her. \u2014 Gertrude frigged herself \u2014 Margaretta imagined to herself a soldier doing it to her whilst Antonio operated. Gertrude&#8217;s masturbations were accompanied by similar thoughts, about the many cocks which had plugged her cunt. \u2014 Working&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">and attending to the wounded, then separated the two much after that night, but they talked of the soldiers when-ever they met. Some time after, Margaretta was ashamed of having let Gertrude know about her husband&#8217;s fuckings. \u2014 Gertrude ceased to frig herself much, but now looked on men with different eyes, and desired to have one at her cunt, instead of her fingers. She wished she was married, for Margaretta had disclosed everything, even to the size and look of her husband&#8217;s cock \u2014 the reserve which Margaretta formerly had maintained on such topics, for fear of encouraging lewedness in her sister, was gone for ever.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1248\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">The sight of the Captain&#8217;s doodle stimulated Gertrude&#8217;s want of a male. \u2014 Soon he kissed her again, she kissed him, and a circumstance brought things to a crisis about two months after the battle. The Captain could then move about with crutches in his room, but could not get his trousers on. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Antonio&#8217;s house, barns, and stores were burnt, and he was nearly ruined, like hundreds of other peasant farmers. He had some money, but was not spending it. The Austrian officers had promised to pay for the things they had taken, and there was compensation to come \u2014 but they could not be realisable till the end of the war. \u2014 He and his wife worked in all sorts of ways to get money. His object was to get back to his farm, and make the place habitable again. A good opportunity then offered, but money was needed, and then her sister reminded Gertrude of her watch, chain, and money. \u2014 She agreed to sell it and lend the proceeds privately to Margaretta, but how to sell it was the difficulty. They went to a Jew, who offered something ridiculously small, and told them he knew that they had stolen it, and would tell the police. \u2014 &#8220;Ask the Captain to sell it \u2014 or buy it of you&#8221; \u2014 said Margaretta. &#8220;He is fond of you.&#8221; <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Another difficulty arose. What would Anotonio think about Gertrude having the. money? \u2014 &#8220;Say the Captain gave it you for nursing him,&#8221; said Margaretta. \u2014 &#8220;No,&#8221; said Gertrude, \u2014 &#8220;Antonio will think I&#8217;ve been letting him do it to me.&#8221; \u2014 &#8220;What if he does?&#8221; \u2014 said the other. \u2014 Now she had never told her husband that her sister Gertrude had been poked by her lover at Strasbourg, and sent quietly to them on account of that; having a fear perhaps that, if he knew it, he might fancy a poke in the same hole himself. \u2014 Gertrude refused, but the sister became so pressing, said how kind they had been to her, what a help it would be to&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">them all if Antonio could only get back and pay for roofing their cottage (the walls were standing) and they could start again, that she prevailed on Gertrude to try to sell it to him.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1249\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Gertrude asked the Captain if he would sell the things for her. \u2014 &#8220;Mon dieu,&#8221; said he, &#8220;they are worth 1500 francs.&#8221; \u2014 She was staggered \u2014 thinking them not worth a quarter of the money. \u2014 The Jew had offered her 100 francs. \u2014 Who gave it her? \u2014 Her lover before he joined his regiment. \u2014 The Captain at once said she was lying. \u2014 &#8220;He must have been a gentleman, and well off then, for there are armourial bearings on it \u2014 and the watch is of German make \u2014 why the watch alone would have bought your lover off the conscription.&#8221; \u2014 She stuck to it that it was all true. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014&#8221;La, la, la, I see it. Your lover kept you and gave you it \u2014 now wasn&#8217;t you his mistress?&#8221; \u2014 in vain she denied it. \u2014 &#8220;You come and live with me,&#8221; said he. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014&#8221;We&#8217;ll go to Paris, and be so happy&#8221; and then he began to talk baudy \u2014 which he had never done before. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She in tears and agitation went to her sister and told her all. \u2014 Said the sister, who did not seem now to care about anything so long as they got the money to enable them to go back to the farm, \u2014 &#8220;Why not? you can&#8217;t do better.&#8221; \u2014 &#8220;Then I shan&#8217;t marry Pietro.&#8221; \u2014 &#8220;Well, he&#8217;s only a little farmer \u2014 and you&#8217;ll have as much money in a week with the Captain as Pietro will give you in a year.&#8221; \u2014 Gertrude revolted at this advice, the sisters had a row, and parted, Margaretta finishing by saying that Pietro could not marry till his father died, which might be years hence, and that if Gertrude liked to wait years for her fucking, she might \u2014 and more fool she. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">But it was such a fortune to them just then, those 1500 francs or even half that sum, that her sister was at her about it soon again nearly every day. \u2014 Once she said she would tell her husband if she did not get the money. \u2014 Then Gertrude said she would tell him all about the soldiers having tailed his wife. But it never was told him, they were both too wise for that. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She determined not to accept the Captain&#8217;s offer, and for a week resisted. The leg of the Captain got better, and he was incessantly worrying her to&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">be his mistress. He would take her through Italy and give her no end of pleasures. At last he said, if she would sleep with him one night only he would give her half his estimate of the value, and the other half for a second night. \u2014 She resented it with affectation of modesty, but the offer upset her very much. \u2014 The offer of sleeping with her made her long for the male, she told me frankly.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1250\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">There had been another wounded officer in the house. The mistress with an old servant attended to him, and in fact all three helped both of the two wounded men. \u2014 There was only opportunity of a brief kind for the Captain to tail Gertrude in the day, for the House Lady was, or affected to be, prudish, and said that Gertrude might not to be assisting the Captain alone, and was constantly in the room with her. The other officer then left, sufficiently cured. \u2014 The mistress&#8217; husband was out all day, and their one servant was also out one day \u2014 the Captain was moving about the room with crutches, but had no trousers on, and a great dressing gown covered him. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Gertrude was with him, and he renewed his offer of money. \u2014 She had a lewedness on her that day, she supposed, her cunt was yearning for copulation, and his talk put the soldiers into her head. He caught hold of her as she passed him, \u2014 he was sitting at the edge of the bed \u2014 and kissed her, held her tight, and talked downright baudiness. She boxed his ears, and then he talked worse. His crutches slipped down on to the floor as he tried to get his hand up her clothes. \u2014 She struggled, but was frightened to make a noise, as he touched her cunt. (Ah, those male fingers, how few women can say nay when they have rubbed the clitoris for a minute.) He opened his dressing gown and pulled up her clothes, his cock was stiff, but he could not achieve his end, for he could not move excepting on the bed without assistance. \u2014 She was dying for a fuck, but got away from him. \u2014 Then he sat at the edge of the bed, holding his cock, began to cry, asked her to pity him, and said he would buy the watch and chain at once if she would. \u2014 She refused still, but helped him on to the bed. When there, he got his arms tightly round her, and pulled her up on to it. (She did not need pulling for she wanted it badly) then freely she opened her thighs and let him fuck her. \u2014 I&#8217;ll bet there was lots of spunk on her thighs when she got off that bed. Thus she tasted cock again, was twenty-one years of age, big, healthy, and needed fucking, and she laughed when she told me that as soon as he had finished she went&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">down stairs, saw the landlady as a blind, and then quickly went back to him, and when he begged her to go to him, she went without demur. He fucked her that and the following day as much as he could, and less than she wanted. She helped him with his wounded leg on to her. &#8220;I didn&#8217;t care,&#8221; \u2014 she said \u2014 &#8220;I was longing for him to begin again as soon as he&#8217;d finished, tho I didn&#8217;t tell him so, but made him beg and pray me a little.&#8221; \u2014 Then the old servant with whom Gertrude worked was away one night, and Gertrude went to the Captain&#8217;s room and slept with him, risking the landlady catching her. It was her first, full, naked, flesh pleasure. \u2014 He kept his promise and gave her 1000 francs, and afterwards 500 francs more, which sum he actually sold the things for. She didn&#8217;t tell her sister what had taken place till the Captain was well enough to move off. Then she lent her brother-in-law the money, saying that her intended husband had given it to her.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1251\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Margaretta then, in excess of gratitude, told her in confidence that she was in family way by one of the soldiers. That she felt sure of it at the time, from some sensations she experienced when she spent with him. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014She had denied before that she had had pleasure. It was not fancy, and that night she was anxious to get Antonio to do it to her, so that when the child came there might be no doubt about parentage. (An old dodge this, I have had women who played that game.) <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">\u2014&#8221;If ever you tell your husband anything about me and the soldiers, I&#8217;ll tell him the child is not his,&#8221; said Gertrude \u2014 Margaretta said she should not be such a fool. Soon after Gertrude and the Captain left. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She was happy enough with him, tho disappointed that he had not married her, till he took to drinking. He always insisted that she had had a rich lover who gave her the watch, or that she had stolen it. \u2014 That he said once or twice when they had words. \u2014 One night, in bed, they had had friends and were jolly and randy, she was fool enough, under a pledge of secrecy, to tell him the facts about the soldiers. It astonished him, and he always was for a time talking about it to her. \u2014 Then, when drunk, she was sure he had told one at least of their friends. They had had frequent rows about it, and she had threatened him that if ever he told it to a man and she knew it, that she would let that man have her. \u2014 That occurred a few months before I knew them. \u2014 She had asked him if he had told me. He denied it, but confessed he had told that he had&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">heard of a woman having been ravished by soldiers. \u2014 That was nothing, he said, in war. \u2014 The French soldiers often did it. He had heard of cases where they had both fucked, and buggered as well, a mother, and a whole family of girls before their mother&#8217;s eyes. \u2014 It was fair in war, some thought.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1252\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">This history, not a word of which I disbelieve, was not of course told me in the consecutive way I have narrated it \u2014 I never knew a woman who would or could tell straight off, intelligibly, all about her first fucking, or any fucking affair. First the broad facts were told me, then the little incidents as I questioned her from time to time. It was first told me on the Sunday, when I stayed the two days and nights in his absence, and we lay naked in each other&#8217;s arms, kissing and feeling and fucking, and talking over this story, till I knew it by heart. Many a time after, when we met, I questioned her and stirred up our lust by talking over the incidents. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Afterwards, she told me about her first poking by her lover (an ordinary commonplace affair) and all her feelings and thoughts about copulation. \u2014 She would tell me what passed through her mind when I was poking her, for she was frank and open, and I soon reasoned her out of the idea of there being any shame or disgrace in our voluptuous pleasures, or in talking about them, or disclosing frankly what we thought, how-ever lascivious it might be. \u2014 I came to the conclusion that she had not been a woman of ardent temperament until she was about twenty \u2014 I think I have known that to be the case with some women of high susceptibility, who only became voluptuous when full grown, and their passions were fully evoked by the male. \u2014 But women are so cunning, so taught early to hide all their thoughts and feelings about sexual affairs, that I may have been wrong in the opinion I formed. They are so damned cunning about their cunts, and their prick hunger \u2014 are women. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">My liaison lasted with her many months, during which time I was tolerably faithful to her when at Paris. \u2014 Not when away, for I had Amelia German and others. The difficulty of getting at her gave a zest to my pleasures. I could not often call when he was out, for it might have got to his ears through the concierge. The difficulty with her servant was more easily got over, for I arranged to go to her when the servant was out, but the concierge, who watched every one who went in the house,&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">might at any time have told the Captain that I was a frequent visitor. To have attempted to tip him might have put him on the scent. \u2014 I was living at a hotel, and she used to come to my room in the day time, \u2014 stop an hour, get her cunt basted, and go. \u2014 When I thought it would be remarked \u2014 I moved to another floor and part of the hotel, on pretext of not liking the room \u2014 and so had a different set of servants.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1253\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">Then I changed my hotel to avoid suspicion, and at length took lodgings where they were not particular. There we used to go to bed and enjoy ourselves fully, two or three times a week. \u2014 I liked her embraces very much and used to love looking at her cunt, which was remarkably small and pretty and had the crisp close, curly hair on it I so much admire \u2014 her breasts were large but wonderfully firm, and sucking her nipples would make her randy in no time. \u2014 She could make herself lewed by pressing or playing with her own nipples \u2014 she once told me. \u2014 We are many of us strange in our ways of rousing our lusts, and I used to lay kissing and sucking them, and rubbing my hand open flat over the whole of her cunt with my finger just up it \u2014 pressing and rubbing hard the clitoris with the palm. Then she would tell me anything, everything, answer every question of detail of her military fucking I could suggest, and bring to her mind incidents she had not mentioned. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">She grew fond of me and begged me to keep her. She had never much liked her man. \u2014 The money, her sister&#8217;s advice, and her own lust, she admitted, had made her let him have her. \u2014 Tho he was very kind, she didn&#8217;t like his habits, and his drunkenness made him at times a beast. When he was drunk, he used to fart all night to an extent that disgusted her, and she used to leave the bed and lay on the sofa. \u2014 He would not marry her, which he had solemnly promised to do \u2014 and he now wanted to sodomize her \u2014 which she resisted. \u2014 Of course I had only her word for this \u2014 I wanted to go back to England and could not keep her. \u2014 We had a scene. \u2014 She did not upbraid me, nor say anything offensive \u2014 she only wept bitterly at her loving me without return. \u2014 Then she said she would keep with him, if I would only go and see her once a month. \u2014 That was impossible. \u2014 Then she declared she would go home to her parents. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">I went to England, and soon longed for her so that in a month I went back, and for a fortnight or so we had a jolly time. She wrote to me on my&nbsp;<\/span><span style=\"color: var(--ast-global-color-3); font-family: Georgia; font-size: 14pt; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit;\">return to England as she had promised. \u2014 From her, and from him after- wards, I learned the result. She left him. He behaved very handsomely to her for a Frenchman, and she went home to her father. \u2014 Two or three years after that she married, or so he told me. \u2014 His drunkenness ended in his losing his appointment, but he was a man of some property, went to live near his relatives at Chalons, and I lost sight of him.<\/span><\/p><\/div><\/div><\/div><div class=\"page\" title=\"Page 1254\"><div class=\"layoutArea\"><div class=\"column\">\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">To omit nothing. \u2014 She told me that her sister&#8217;s child had blue eyes and light hair \u2014 As Antonio, his family, and Margaretta and her family, were all dark eyed and haired, this caused astonishment. \u2014 Only the two sisters knew that it was German sperm which had caused that. \u2014 Antonio prospered, but Gertrude could not get the money back she had lent him. \u2014 She wrote by my advice to her sister, saying she would, unless she were paid, tell how the child came to have blue eyes. That brought a return threat, \u2014 but it also brought some of the money and promise of the remainder. \u2014 Gertrude whose monthlies were, I think, regular, and who never had an ailment of any sort, did not get in the family way by any of the pricks she had up her, including mine. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">So ended my acquaintance with one of the most charming women I ever had. \u2014 One beautiful when dressed and beautiful in bed, with a lovely cunt, and who was a lovely fuckster. \u2014 She was a careful manager, a good cook, fond of her home, and had every quality a woman needs to make a home happy. \u2014 I doubt most women&#8217;s words on fucking subjects, for when a woman has had two or three men \u2014 a fresh bit of meat up her cunt, put in on the sly, and with or with-out the chance of a present, is a treat few can refuse themselves. \u2014 A knowledge that another prick has rubbed up her lends an additional charm to and fills a woman&#8217;s impressible mind with voluptuous images and sensuous delight and adds to the pleasure when the regular legitimate prick is working its way. I firmly believed that I knew of every male Gertrude had had up to that time. <\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14.000000pt; font-family: 'Georgia';\">There was one drawback, \u2014 I never could bear to be shaking hands with him, when I knew I was tailing his woman behind his back, it was treachery. I felt it then, and do so still. I have not always felt so in similar cases (why in some and not in others I know not. This is a plain narrative of facts, not a psychological analysis.)&nbsp;<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/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 7 CHAPTER 1 Gertrude&#8217;s history continued. \u2022 Lusts roused. \u2022 The sister&#8217;s confidences. \u2022 The wounded Captain. \u2022 Gertrude&#8217;s nursing. \u2022 Antonio&#8217;s greed. \u2022 Margaretta&#8217;s moral views. \u2022 The Captain&#8217;s lust. \u2022 The price of the watch. \u2022 Gertrude reckless. \u2022 The Captain&#8217;s exhibition. \u2022 Success by the bedside. \u2022 Margaretta with child. \u2022 &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/?page_id=1684\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Volume Seven 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-1684","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1684"}],"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=1684"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1684\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3970,"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1684\/revisions\/3970"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mysecretlife.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1684"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}