MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
often given me pleasure before; that look and feel finished me, in another second my ballocks were bang- iny away against her burn, and she met my embraces with fervour which too soon came to an end. Repose followed, the luscious tongue-kisses ceased, our sighs stopped, and we fell asleep.
But not for long. The wet chemise was brought back. That ofl her mind into bed I got with her. The coach by which she now could go home did not leave until eight o’clock, hurry was of no use; with my finger in her quim, side by side, mouth to mouth, we laid and talked.
Her anxiety was about her sister, whom I swore I never would attempt. That settled her. She wanted to know all about me, that was soon told. I never men- tioned Mary’s name, although she asked after her. Then I was curious about her married life, how she got over her marriage night, how often he poked her, and so on. I got but little out of her, beyond that he had not discovered that she had been fucked before, and that he was a good husband to her; my other ques- tions she said were disgraceful. I felt mad to think that another man should put his prick where my fingers then were, so I asked if she enjoyed it with him, where- upon she burst into a passionate flood of tears, and it closed with her saying, “Whether I love him or not, he is a good fellow to me, and if I am found out and disgraced it will serve me right.” Would she meet me again? “Never, never, I love you still, but never again.” It ended in another fuck.
And so it went on till the time for going. Never in my life up to that time had desire been so strong in me. When I knew she must go I insisted on again doing
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