MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
for the night”, and it ended in Harriet coming into my bed-room.
I examined every part of her body much against her will, nor did she fail when she warmed under my over- hauling to look at me. But a woman is soon satisfied, and when she has squeezed the balls, and looked at the tip, she has done. Some men—and I am one—are in- satiable and could look at a cunt without taking their eyes 05 for a month. So I satisfied myself well, and at times afterwards,—for she was a peculiar, and an un- pleasant woman in every way, one of the out-of-the- way ones not often met with, and one I never want to meet again.
She was quite five feet ten high, her face was sallow and nearly white, her eyes sloe black, but with the look of a dull serpent in them, her mouth large, long, and straight, teeth white and large, and the whole were shown when she laughed, and then she had half the look of a wild beast. Whenever she smiled baudily, her look was still more unpleasant; when thoroughly lewed, her eyes opened on you with a still worse stare; often just before she spent I have seen them, and they startled me.
Her hair was jet black and magnificent, it fell nearly to her waist; her shoulders were broad, but there was scarcely more breast than on a girl of fourteen, and seen sideways she looked more like a man than a wom- an. Her ribs you could count as she lay; she was very ' wide across her hips, but she had almost as little flesh on her buttocks, as on her shoulders; her belly was flat, and as she laid down seemed to fall in, and the sides rose to the two projecting hiprones; in fact she seemed
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