My Secret Life

The two girls turned the corner, stopped, and talked, the bigger laid hold of, and slightly pulled the smaller, and seemed to be persuading her. Failing apparently she left her, but turned back, spoke to her again, and both came on together. Then I turned into the back-street, the two girls appeared at the corner of that, and then stopped and talked for a minute. Tired of waiting I thought I had made a mistake, and going slowly back heard the bigger one say, “You are a foule.” “Oh ! you foule.” “Come he wants us.” “You foule.”

“I don't want her”, said I, “but you. — come”, — and returning entered a baudy house, the outer-door of which stood open, thinking the bigger one would follow, and sure now that she was a harlot. I then passed through the inner door which as usual then had a glass window covered with a red curtain.

A minute elapsed, the baudy house-keeper had been spoken to, but the girl not coming, I opened the door to look out. The bigger girl was just inside the outer door, and was pulling in the other one. “Come you foule, — you said you would, — he'll give you money as well as me, and I'll give you some of mine too, — well you are a foule”, quite bawling it out. There was not much secrecy needed in such things at those times, in those streets.

“I don't want her”, said I hurriedly, it's you, — come in, or I won't wait.” She came in, the other girl disappeared, and we were soon in a bed-room together.

It was the first house at that end of the street, had been newly opened, and was furnished in a style not like a baudy house; no show, neat and clean, but cheaply; no bed-hangings (and in those days most baudy houses had bed-hangings), the blinds were new and white, the beds quite clean. The top-floor room where I went for economy was two shillings and sixpence. The woman of the house was tall, comely, and middle-aged. As I paid her I noticed she had fat red cheeks. How curious that I should recollect those red cheeks. She had a white apron on, and was a civil sort of creature.

The girl stood still staring at me. Sitting on the edge of the bed I stared at her, filled with baudy curiosity and the appreciation of novelty. “Why won't you have the other gal?”, said she. “I don't want her, nor want two, — and she is a dirty little imp.” “No she ain't dirty, she washes herself like me, — let her come up.” “No, — come you here.” “She is quite clean,-I wash her myself sometimes.” “No, come here I tell you.”

The girl came to me dawling. I put my hands up her clothes. A fleshy little bum met my hand, then in the front a smooth belly, a motte almost hairless as it seemed. She said not a word, but gave a sort of jerk of her body, and as my hand touched her bum it jutted forwards, and as I drew my hand round to her belly she drew her belly back. It did not seem like shame. She did not utter a word. “Take off your things”, said I.

She drew away from me, and took off her bonnet, then stood still. “Off with your things”, I said throwing off some of mine. “I can't take them off, — if I do I can't fasten them again, they are in a knot.” “Take them off.” “If I do you will have to fasten me.” “So I will.” Slowly she stripped to her chemise. “Take that off.” “I won't.” “Come here then.” She came. Laying hold of her I lifted her bodily, and threw her with her back on the bed, throwing up her chemise and stretching open her legs quickly. She gave a sup-pressed “hoh !” put her hand down to her cunt, and felt her mons nervously.

Take away your hand dear.” She took it away, then I pulled open her little thing. Such a delicious little gap it was, with the smallest possible quantity of golden hair just showing on it; such a smooth white belly and thighs, and all so plump, that I was wonder-struck at a young girl being so round and fine. I had not expected under that shabby black clothing anything so nice. I was charmed with her head also; in a big black and shabby bonnet I had seen nothing but a white face and large blue eyes. Her hair was golden in tone, bright and flowing.

Whilst pulling off my trowsers she sat up and asked, “Is it big?” For the instant I did not quite know what she meant. “What's big?” “Your thing, — measure it.” I went up to her pulling out my pego. “It is big”, said she. “It's little”, said I. “It ain't,-it's big.” “No.” “Yes, — don't push hard sir, — will you now?” “No my dear I won't, — Is it bigger than other men's pricks ?” “I shan't tell you.” “Well lay down and open your thighs”, — again I lifted her on to the bed. “Don't you do it hard”, said she getting up again, “or I won't let you.” “Then I won't pay you.” Back she fell, I wetted my prick, put it to the notch, and with a shove or two was well up her. She gave a “oh, — oooh !” and then laid quiet. Grasping her fat little bum I fucked, then stopping pulled out my prick, and looked at her cunt. “What are you a going to do?” said she in an astonished way.