MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
her head, and recommenced. We made such a noise, that the old pew-opener knocked at the door and asked if anything was the matter.
“By God”, said I, “either I will have you, or you shant go out of this house this night”, and so I strug- gled on through tears and entreaties, threats, kissings and promises, till with broken voice her head sunk back, her struggles ceased, her legs opened, my hand slipped over her smooth thighs, and nestled in the warm moist slit it had so often toyed with in time gone by. It is nigh fifteen years since that delicious after- noon, but I recollect my sensations as I touched her cunt, as well as if it had been but yesterday.
Resistance had ceased, for a moment in silent en- joyment I laid with my fingers in their warm lodging, then too impatient to get to the bed, or take the full luxury of my fortune, I arranged her on the sofa as well as its size permitted, with her petticoats up in a heap, and with my trowsers half unbuttoned, flung my- self upon her, and entered the smooth channel in which I first had spent my virginity. Frantic with excitement, the pleasure came on ere I was in full up her. She, ex- cited and loving, clutched me tightly in her arms, whilst her cunt and belly moved sympathetically. In too short a time we spent together.
My position was a fatiguing one, I was half on, half oil the sofa; hers was but little less so, yet as long as our privates would keep together, we kept them so. I poured out my love to her, and joyed to hear from her that she loved me still. But our position could not last for ever; gradually I slipped ofi. My prolonged embrace, my sensuous imagination, and my love for her had told so upon me; that I was already contemplating
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