My Secret Life. My Secret Life Vol. 1 2019-01-25

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My Secret Life

Then came fear of my godfather, and of being found out; for all that, after wiping up my sperm from the floor, I went up to my bedroom and, locking the door, frigged myself until I could do it no more from exhaustion. Down she stepped, her clothes caught on the edge of the cart, or step, or somehow; and I saw rapidly appear white stockings, garters, thighs, and a patch of dark hair between them by her belly; it was instantaneous, and down the clothes came, hiding all. You have to read this stuff to believe it. Where however owing to the incidents it is needful, the places of amusement are given correctly. I went up again, found her sitting on the side of the bed, and there we sat together.

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My Secret Life, Volumes I. to III. by Anonymous

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She had brown hair and eyes, I recollect well the features of the woman. My mother in her innocence called me a great girl, but she nevertheless forbade it. I followed her a few steps up, then pushed my hands up her clothes on to her thighs, just beneath her backslide; round she swung facing me, and sat down on the stairs; in swinging round my hand came just into contact with the hair of her cunt; then with a push she sent me downstairs tumbling. The stays were high and queerly made in those days, the chemises pulled over the top of them like flaps. The voluminous work details the exploits of a bounder who rarely looks for sexual partners from his own social class but instead rapes and pillages the vaginas and other orifaces of poor girls, maids, sailors and street prostitues with joyous abandon.

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My Secret Life: An Erotic Diary of Victorian London by Henry Spencer Ashbee

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On the landing I grappled with her for a pillow, and we rolled on the floor. All this was much talked over by us afterwards, it was to me an insight into the male make and form. On the landing I grappled with her for a pillow, and we rolled on the floor. Will she tell my mother? It was his first solo album release, which contains new titles, in nearly 16 years. I could not, as the reader will hear, thoroughly uncover my prick tip without pain till I was sixteen years old, nor well then when quite stiff unless it went up a cunt. I am almost certain she named a lady and her husband, who were going to stay with us; but can't be sure.

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Full text of Secret Life, Volumes I. to III. 1888

My Secret Life

Frigging also was treated of, and the terrible accounts of people dying through it, and being put into straight waistcoats, etc. I never beard her before say or do anything improper, she is most particular. I remained at home, so as to go to school; the servant left in the house was a pleasant, plump young woman, dark haired, and was always laughing; she was to do all the work. He was the son of a well-to-do baker a few miles from Charlotte's home, and wished to marry her; his father was not expected to live, and the young man said he would marry her directly the father died. He was by occupation a Henry Spencer Ashbee was a book collector, writer, and bibliographer, notorious for his massive, clandestine three volume bibliography of erotic literature written under the pseudonym of. Money, distance, time was all against me; I felt all was over, took to frigging, which, added to my vexation, made me ill.

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My Secret Life, Volumes I. to III. by Anonymous

My Secret Life

I pride myself on finishing any book that I start reading and there have only been a couple instances that I haven't. Това, което е ценно в него е именно викторианската простодушна честност на изследователя, за която съм говорил и преди, която позволява на автора да нарича нещата с истинските им имена и да описва точно това, което вижда. I managed to read probably half of it before it got so boring I just had to stop. If I remember correctly, it chronicles the many and various sexual exploits of a Victorian bachelor as he makes the rounds at all the posh resorts in Europe. Over the Border 4:27 4.

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My Secret Life (memoir)

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I had no such intention, my prick was again stiffening, I pulled it out, the sight of her cunt had stimulated me, she looked with languid eyes at me, her cap was off, her hair hanging about her head, her dress torn near her breast. Fred thought it a pity they did not stand half up like his mother. From that time a new train of ideas came into my head. Then her mother wrote to say that old Brown was dead, and her father meant to take her away directly; she refused, the father came, saw my mother, and settled the affair by taking back Charlotte's box of clothes. My prick rose stiff, the afternoon's spend was the first I had had for a long time, a stiff prick gives courage, and darkness helps.

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Full text of Secret Life, Volumes I. to III. 1888

My Secret Life

I could write oodles on this book. Where a road, house, room, or garden is described, the description is exactly true; even to the situation of a tree, chair, bed, sofa, pisspot. She bore my tugs with a little flinching and never answered my entreaties. After this time my recollection of events is clearer, and I can tell not only what took place, but better what I heard, said, and thought. The more I read it, the more marvellous it seemed.

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My Secret Life: An Erotic Diary of Victorian London by Henry Spencer Ashbee

My Secret Life

People then came down from London in vans, carts, and carriages of all sorts, to see the Palace and grounds there was no railway , they were principally of the small middle classes, and used to picnic, or else dine at the taverns when they arrived; then full, and frisky, after their early meal, go into the parks and gardens. One day hot in lust, we fucked standing on the lobby near my bed-room, my mother being in the room below, the cook in the kitchen. Mixed with my dread was a wonder at the hair, and the soft, moist feel, I had had for an instant, on some part of my hand. At the extreme end of our village were a few little houses; one stood with its side entrance up a road only partially formed, and without thoroughfare; its owner was a pew-opener, her daughter a dressmaker, who worked for servants and such like; they cut out things for servants, who in those days largely made their own dresses. I was conscious of a difference between her and Charlotte, the way she lay, the size of the thighs, the quantity of hair, and a quiescent manner, made her as different as possible from my former sweetheart. She bent her ear to my mouth. I got my hand up her clothes, to her thighs, and felt the hair.

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My Secret Life by Anonymous

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I frigged that boy one day, but finding my cock was becoming a talk among our set, I shrunk from going to their frigging parties, which I have seen even take place in a field, boys sitting at the edge of a ditch, whilst one stood up to watch if anyone approached. I now had arrived at the age of puberty, when male nature asserts itself in the most timid and finds means of getting its legitimate pleasure with women. That cast doubt on males putting their pricks into them, and we clung somehow to the idea of a round hole, and we quarrelled about it. I kissed her that day, asked her timidly if she had dried it properly that morning. That is the first time in my life, I recollect passing an all but sleepless night. My mother had reserved the right of opening my letters, although she had ceased to do so.

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My Secret Life by Anonymous

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I went in first, she a quarter of an hour afterwards, and everything passed off as I could have wished. I have often wondered if her husband found out that she was not a virgin, and if not whether it was owing to some skill of hers, or to his ignorance; I heard afterwards that they lived happily. About this time, I had had a fever, had not been to school for a long time, and used to lie on the sofa reading novels all day. Some might call it a seduction, but thinking of it after this lapse of years, I do not. In the history of sex, the Victorian Era has always been held up as a time of high moral dudgeon, a subdued period of restrained language, conservative dress, and oh-so-proper behavior.


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