MY SECRET LIFE
“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 I” 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 under- stand 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.
I had scarcely finished my spend, when curiosity took
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