MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
myself falling out. She turned round her bum towards me and got close to the cook, which gave me more room; and for a minute we all three lay as close as three herrings in a barrel.
Darkness encourages baudiness. Harriet had tucked her clothes tight round her, but I could feel her bum outside, and there did not seem much of it. I tried to push my fingers between its cheeks, and there was much struggling and quiet complaining on her part, and joking on mine. Harriet appealed to the cook to help her, but she only chafled and chuckled. At length put- ting my hand towards the bottom of the bed, I got hold of her night-gown end, gave it a pull, and it came clean up, the next moment my naked body met hers from her heels to her waist. She gave a bowl, cook said, “I’ll go into young devilskin’s room, and leave you to take care of him”, got up and went across to my room, and into my bed; and there was Harriet and I in bed alone.
She seemed furious, I felt her over, she was power- less, I dared her to call out, and at last in one of her writhings to escape my fingers, getting on her back; I rolled on to her and pinned her under me with my weight; but her legs were tightly closed, and so for a moment I laid my stiff prick between the shelving of her thighs, the tip just laying hurried in the hair of her cunt.
“I can feel your cunt with. my prick, I am on it, let me do it”, said I, and struggled to force her limbs open with my knees.
“No”, said she. Again I asked and got a request to get off. “Not if I lay here all night”, said I. I did lay
for some minutes, she complaining of my being heavy,
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