My Secret Life: An Erotic Diary of Victorian London (Signet Classics)

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Then having fucked myself out of my rutting fit, with a kiss I left her, and left the town for Paris, stopping at several towns on the way, and using spyholes whenever there were any, but saw nothing worthy of recording. The idea of seeing another woman naked, of piercing a fresh cunt, seemed to foreshadow to me voluptuous pleasures never tasted before with any other woman.

Then both women kneeling down, one licked my prick-stem, one my balls, till I nearly spent, but re-strained myself.When I came to London, Camille received my attentions but I was not constant to her, for a change of women was necessary to me. The author of My Secret Life or the identity of Walter has been unknown, although, some critics have assumed Henry Spencer Ashbee to be the one. Unable to find any solutions, this friend seeks a last resort in a party and the vanity that comes with it. Perhaps one of the most infamous texts to be published in the Victorian era, My Secret Life is still valued for its explicit discussions of sexual matters and other subjects considered obscene for public discussion.

As we get older we invent them as a stimulus, and woman thus become more and more charming, needful, and important to us; and just at a time when our responsibilities towards them become greatest. He never accepts that “no means no”: “Not one virtuous woman in a hundred would tell anyone…if a man said to her. She was almost speechless, then almost choked, denied it, and dared the villain to say so to her face. Sometimes with nursemaids and prostitutes, other times with actresses and even other men’s wives, Walter records everything sexual possible. It mingles the sensual and the sordid, romantic trysts and coercion that is reprehensible, if not criminal.her husband has been long away she says, — she looks quiet but invitingly, — she advised this hotel, — she laughed in a lady-like manner at little boys recollecting things, — does she want poking?

Please give a donation to help me continue offering this service - any amount is appreciated and it only takes a minute. We've been asked whether "Somewhere Only We Know" is about a specific place, and Tim has been saying that, for him, or us as individuals, it might be about a geographical space, or a feeling; it can mean something individual to each person, and they can interpret it to a memory of theirs. I disliked the idea of minette, yet now I had consummated in the lady's mouth, and actually enjoyed it; had set women flat-fucking, and enjoyed seeing that.Having put chemise and shirt on, and made up the fire (for it was cold), in an hour or so Gabrielle said it was her turn to be fucked, and began, unasked, her favorite move of stiffening me by a delicate application of her tongue to the naked tip of my penis, and very shortly my lust was rampant again. Despite the fact the text is rather repetitive and disorganised, it is recognised as a valuable document in regard to the information it gives about Victorian London, especially on Victorian houses of prostitution. Did she want money, or was she only satisfying her lust — she had no servant — said she couldn't afford champagne — yet drank excellent Claret, had the best rooms — was well clothed — had very fine linen, and lots of baggage. We finished the wine, she was heated, I again began talking about her love affair, and now in burning words of lust.

She was exquisitely formed, plump to perfection, without an ounce too much fat, and had the loveliest little cunt I ever saw, with a little nutty shaped clitoris, with a mere line of inner lip, and delicately puffed lips covered with bright, chestnut colored, silky, yet crisp hair, which only just covered her mount, and stopped half way down towards the bum hole.

no matter whether you listen to his first cd or to "ten new songs" which came out more than 30 years later - his music is extremely touching, his voice always moves me inside. When we had reposed a little, and her dear little cunt had absorbed some of my libation as we lay talking, I made her wash it clear of the remnant of the pearly sperm, and brought her with modest reluctance to the side of the bed, where I could get the best light. Yes, only thirteen and fourteen years, — no hair on them, but though so young they both could spend.