MY SECRET LIFE
MY SECRET LIFE
to want filling up all over, and yet she was not like a skeleton.
Her legs were thin, her thighs seemed closer than in other women’s. I used to say when fucking her, “Open your thighs.” “They are open”, she’d reply, “they are the same as other women’s.” She had a huge conceit of herself, and if I said other women’s seem to open more, used to reply, “What do you know about it ?”
Her cunt was set in a quantity of longish black hair, strong but not very curly. I didn’t much like the look of that. The slit quite hidden by the hair was long and the lips thin; of inner lips she had none, and the first idea as I pulled aside the hair was that the cunt was large; instead of that, low down, and near to her arse- hole was a hole not bigger than that of a girl’s of ten years; you saw both holes quite close together. Her cunt was in fact a study. Something seemed to bar the passage; for about an inch further up it seemed small- er. The whole thing seemed out of proportion, yet I could not say how, or where that deformity was, with the experience I then had.
Her arse being so flat, her cunt-hole so low, and her thighs so close, my prick as it entered seemed to bend under in some way and hurt me; my tight prepuce was often torn rudely down, and frequently bled. When I probed her cunt with my finger it never seemed to have the soft buttery feel I had been accustomed to, but to be harsh; so I found it best to wet my prick copiously with spittle when I had her. Then off we used to go; she raising her long legs until her heels were above my buttocks, writhing and wriggling under me and finishing her pleasure with a sort of snort. Then my prick would be up her until quite small, when with
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