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I came into my property, and to the great horror of my mother and

family, soon gave up my post at the ------ and my intended career and

determined to live and enjoy myself. I had been all but posted to a

regiment, that commission I resigned, though all my youth desiring it. I

lost much money by doing so. What I did between the time that I had the

two sisters, until I went regularly to the town, is not worth telling of

more than already done. Frig myself, I did not, gay women since my last

clap I was shy of, but I used to shag a servant of a family close by,

and rather think one of our own servants; but if so, all circumstances

made small impression on me, and nearly escaped my mind, excepting those

of a comely woman of about thirty with black curls, of a wall not far

from a church, and of fucking her up against it, of her being so anxious

to get indoors by nine o'clock, and scuffling off with her wetted cunt

directly she had finished with me. Her name or who she was I quite

forget.

This I know, that I had no other woman at home, and had no liking for

gay women, nor is it to be wondered at, since my experience with them

was confined to one I had with my cousin Fred, women by the roadside who

would take a shilling, and others of a queer class in the confines of

the Waterloo road (two debauches there told of) then filled me with

horror, and three claps; yet I was to leave off giving my passion to

quiet women, and bestow all my attention for a time on gay women.

Walking up Waterloo place one evening, with plenty of money in my

purse, and lust in my body, I met a fine, clear complexioned woman, full

twenty-five years of age, who addressed me in French, and then in broken

English. She had an eye, and manner which fascinated me, her dress was

quite elegant, as unlike the French women of Regen street of the present

day, as a duchess is to a milkmaid; but she was the ordinary French

whore of the day, of whom there were but few in London (there was no

railway to Paris); and who were exclusively supported by gentlemen at

the West-End. I went home with her to a house at the corner of G-l-n

square, after fearing and hesitating.

As I got to the door my fear returned, and but for shame I would

not have gone in. "I have but little money," said I, "Have you not a

Victoria?" said she. "No." "You will find one, I am sure." By that time

the door was opened, and in I went. "You will find one Victoria," said

she in broken English as she closed the room-door, "but if not, shall you

not give me what you shall find." The room was nicely furnished, out

of it was a nice large bed-room and a smaller one (she paid twenty

shillings a week for all, as you will soon hear). Four wax candles were

lighted, down she sat, so did I, and we looked at each other. I could

say nothing.

"Shall I undress?" said she at length. "Yes," I replied, and she began.

Never had I seen a woman take off such fine linen before, never such

legs in handsome silk stockings, and beautiful boots. I had had the

cleanest, nicest women, but they were servants, with the dress and

manners of servants. This woman seemed elegance itself to them. A

nice pair of arms were disclosed, a big pair of breasts flashed out, a

glimpse of a fine thigh was shown, and as her things dropped off, and

she stopped to pick them up, with her face towards me; her laced chemise

dropped, opened, and I saw darkness at the end of the vista between her

two breasts.

A pull up of the stockings and garters, disclosed other glimpses of the

thighs and surroundings. Then she sat on the pot, pissed and looked

at me, whilst I sat in fear, saying nothing, doing nothing, my cock

shrivelled to the size of a gooseberry, and longing to go away. The

whole affair was unlike anything I had seen or dreamed of, a quiet

business-like, yet voluptuous air was about it, which confused me; it

affected my senses deliciously in one way, but all the horrors about

gay women were conjured up in my imagination at the same time. I was

intensely nervous.

She seeing me so quiet, sat herself on my knee, and began unbuttoning

my trowsers. I declined it. "Are you ill?" said she. I told her no,

scarcely knowing what she meant. Then she unbuttoned me in spite of my

objection, laid hold of my little doodle, and satisfied herself that

it was all right I suppose; for she hurt me; I could not tell why she

squeezed it, for I did not know then the ways of gay women. The squeeze

gave me a voluptuous sensation, although fear had still hold of me; then

she kissed, and fondled me, but it was useless. Then she said, "You have

never had a woman before I see." My pride was wounded, and I told her I

had many.

"Are always you like this with them?" she asked. "No, but I really did

not want it." "Oh! yes you shall. Come to the bed." She got off my knee,

went to the bed, laid down on one side, one leg on, one dropping down to

the floor, drew up her chemise above her navel, and lay with beautiful

large limbs clad in stainless stockings and boots, her thighs of the

slightly brown color seen in Southern women, between them a wide thicket

of jet-black hair, through which a carmine streak just showed. She

raised one of her naked arms above her head, and under a laced chemise

showed the jet-black hair in the arm-pit. I had never seen such a

luscious sight, nor any woman put herself unasked into such a seductive

attitude.

"Come," she said. I obeyed and went to the side of the bed, my prick not

yet standing. She took my hand and put the finger on to her clitoris,

pulled my prick towards her and kissed it, and at the double touch up

it rose like a horn. "Ah!" said she moving on to the middle of the bed,

"take off your clothes." I was on to her without uttering a word and had

plugged her almost before I had said "no," which I had meant to say.

What a cunt! what movement! what manner! I had till then never known

what a high-class, well practised professional fucker could do. How well

they understand the nature and wants of the man who is up them; hers was

the manner of a quiet woman, who had been some time without a prick, it

was so like baudy nature in a lady, that I was in the seventh Heaven,

"don't hurry"; but the wriggle and heave, and the tightening of the cunt

kept hurrying me, as well she knew.