I knocked and rang several times, bolts and locks were withdrawn, the door opened, and a coarse looking, middle aged woman stood there candle in hand, who looked savagely at my little woman as she closed the door. — The demirep was going hurriedly to her rooms on the ground floor, when the landlady called out, — “Here, take the light, and give me my bonnet, you'd no business to have taken it.” — Hastily the girl gave the bonnet, took the candle, opened her room door, and when inside locked it, and said, — “Oh ain't she a beast? — but she can't get at us now.” I heard the street door bolted again, and the woman tramping up stairs. I felt uncomfortable, but the feel of the cunt had set me longing so, that I resolved to fuck it quickly 04d get off. — She tried to mount a chair to light the gas but reeled and nearly fell. — I lighted it, and found the rooms comfortably furnished. — She was now more intoxicated, and thoroughly lewed, grabbed at my prick, and then chuckling, undressed rapidly saying, “She's listening to us perhaps, don't talk loud — look at my legs.” — It occurred to me again that she might be cranky.

But I had no time for reflection, for dropping all her clothes on the floor, mounting the bed, throwing up her chemise and opening her thighs wide, “Come on — fuck me” — she cried. I've known gay ladies screwed and lewed behave similarly, and urge me with their impatience for my cock. Modest females indeed have cuddled up to me, and without baudy words hurried me up their thirsty cunts. I threw off my coat, pulled her to the bedside, looked well at her cunt — which was roly poly lipped, fat, hairy — as I had guessed by my feel — and her bum and thighs large and solid. She had beautiful feet and legs from her knees downwards, above them a little heavy. I then put her lengthwise on the bed, laid besides her, and pulled out my cock. — “Pull off your clothes and stop all night.” — “Impossible.” — Raising herself she took unasked my prick in her mouth for a second only, saying, “I like to lick a good stiff un first.” Then I mounted her, and she being lewed and my sperm simmering, her cunt was soon overflowing. She spent with violent demonstrations of pleasure, and a minute after clasping my backside tightly, and putting her short legs up round it, she re-commenced oscillating her buttocks. “Fuck on, I shall spend again.” — “I can't.” — “You can it's quite stiff — fuck on.” — It was unusually rigid, but during her random talk whilst undressing and also in the cab, she'd said that when she was ill she'd never had a fuck occurred to me that she might have had pox or clap. So spite of her I withdrew my prick.

When I'd washed and buttoned up, off the bed she jumped. “Fuck me again.” — I told her I must go, but she closed with me, said I shouldn't till I'd done her again, that she hadn't been fucked for days, damned if I should go till I'd fucked again. “Look at me naked.” Stripping off her chemise, she put her arms round my neck, pulled my head down and kissed me, praying for a fuck. It was irresistable, I laid on the bed with her, and as my cock was not ready, she frigged herself and spent. In a quarter of an hour she'd minetted my pego to full penetrative size, and my second injection was given.

That seemed to have cooled her arse, and her manner changed. In a whisper almost, — “Let me dress, and when you go out let me go with you” Said she had got out of the window that night (it was quite easy to do so) with the only things she'd got, the landlady had the rest — It was her own bonnet, not the landlady's, who'd taken it, and she'd got it away on the sly, be-cause she couldn't go out without a bonnet. “Oh take me away do — I'm so frightened of her.” — She clung to me evidently in fear of some one in the house but she was now incoherent. She managed however to keep me an hour or more after I'd paid her, till she'd put on her clothes. — “Go softly — I will go out with you.” — In vain I persuaded her not, she insisted. — I was embarrassed, went softly to the street door, she following me, found it locked and the key taken away. “Oh she's locked us in,” said she in terror.

I called out and knocked with my stick till the woman came down, saying she thought I was going to stay all night. Then to the little woman who stood close to me, — “You go away Miss * * * *” — quick as lightning she ran into her room and slammed to the door. The next minute the street door closed on me — I was glad to be clear, yet very curious, waited outside for a minute, and heard women's voices hollowing at each other, then I went off.

A few days after seeing the dancing demirep, I was at the rooms quite early, and noticed a tall, black haired, dark eyed woman of Jewish type, with a small delicate nose and pearly complexion. She looked five and twenty and was elegantly attired in a black silk dress, very decollete, showing a lovely pair of exquisite breasts, which together with a breadth of hip, and easy undulations of her body as she moved swelled my pego with desire; but thinking her price would be too high for me, I stifled my lust.

She came towards me slowly, looking at me, and then concupiscence suddenly overcame prudence. I thought of nothing but fucking her. “You're very lovely, I'm longing to have you.” — “Why don't you then?” — “I can't afford to pay for such a beautiful dress.” — “Some can if you can't.” — “I can't afford more than a sovereign” — all said in a very low tone of voice. She looked me up and down for a second of two — then, “You may go home with me if you'll go directly, I must come back.” In five minutes we were in a cab, in twenty minutes in her rooms at P**l*co.

She took off her bonnet, sat down, looked at me scrutinizingly, and remarked that a sovereign was very little. At once and without reflection, I thought I should be bilked unless I paid more to have her. The hurried feel in the cab of her smooth thighs, and extreme crispness of the curls on her motte had so excited me, that had my purse been filled I should have payed anything, but there were only a few shillings and one sovereign in it.

“I've not deceived you — I'm a gentleman, here is your money.” — Angry and scarcely knowing what I said, and putting the money on the table. She looked at me without speaking until I put on my hat, and then, “What are you doing, aren't you going to have me? come along” — and she went to her bedroom.

I followed, thinking that I'd rather made a donkey of myself. “Undress,” said she smiling. “I thought you wanted to get back.” — “So I do, but take off your things.” — She was soon in chemise, and as I watched the disclosure of her charms, my prick rapidly erected She laughed directly she saw my horny procreator, which propped up my shirt tail, and she manipulated it gently directly I laid by her side. I fingered her lovely cunt, every now and then intruding a finger into the red avenue as herald to my carnal king. She passed one ample thigh over my hip, opening her delicious furrow, giving free play to my fingers, glued her mouth to mine, and tongue to tongue we lay in silence, excepting for her soft murmurs of pleasure; all this surprizing, delighting, and stimulating my lust. — It was so delicious mentally and physically, that tho my semen was near to ejaculating itself without the friction of her pudenda, I restrained myself from fucking. “Leave off dear, or I shall spend.” — “Don't put it into me yet” — she replied, relinquishing my tool. — I'd stirred her concupisence — and many a Paphian have I done the same to, — they have said it — who enjoyed my embraces, and stimulated me to further enjoyment of them — and this has occurred quite as frequently in my middle age, if not more so than in my youth.

How exquisite is the touch of the soft hand of a woman as it glides about my prick, soothing yet exciting, moving gently, slowly, restlessly up and down the stem — without the vigor of the masturbating friction. — I missed Miss B**h*m's hand so much, and liked so much my fingers smoothing over her soft, pulpy feeling vulva, that for the moment I regretted we had ceased manipulating our heated genitals. But either overcome by her concupiscence, or a desire fully to gratify mine, she turned on to her back. The invitation was irresistable. In my strong desire for her, desire to join her exquisite body to mine, to spend my seed in her, I had scarcely yet looked at her cunt, so overwhelmed, so satisfied entirely with the beauty of her form was I, as it disclosed itself whilst undressing. Every garment she took off one by one added to my fire, and I had followed her on to the bed, without that investigation of her centre of love and bliss, which so much delights me. Now as she lay with thighs apart, showing the jet black, crisp curls, umbrageously hiding the soft lipped division of her belly, my prick gave a violent throb, nodding its adoration of the avenue it was to travel up, and my sperm seemed beginning to rise from my testicles.