he door, and could not. I was not fond of poorliness in women, had a
keen nose, and oftentimes could smell a woman if poorly, even with her
clothes down; how it was I did not smell _her_, considering how near
my nose had been to her split and her breasts, I can't say, but suppose
randiness overcame my other senses. I played with my prick which was in
an inflammatory state, feeling it made me much randier, I called through
the door how I wanted to fuck her, how my prick was bursting, how
I would frig myself if she did not let me. "What a hard-hearted
girl,--I'll give you ten pounds to let me,--who will know it, but you
and me?" and a lot more; but it was of no use, and at length I went
upstairs, determining to wait, and thinking that in time she might
follow me.

On the sofa I sat thinking of what I had done. There lay one garter,
I took it up, and rolled it round my pego. I rubbed the tip with it,
thinking it might be a spell. I took up _Fanny Hill_, got more excitedly
reading the book, looking at its salacious pictures, and feeling my
prick at the same time. Then the sense ol pleasure got beyond control,
and laying down the book on the floor just beneath me, where I could
see a baudy picture, I turned on my side on the sofa, and frigged till a
shower of spunk shot out.

Then down I went. The door was still locked, my senses were calmed, but
I talked baudy, and offered her money without a reply; growing tired,
I bawled out, "I'm going,--you will let me in a day or two, and get the
ten pounds towards the new shop,--you won't be so unkind when I come
again." "I'll take good care never to let you in," said she. They were
the only words I could get out of her. I went upstairs, took a slip of
paper, and wrote on it, "I have wrapped the garter round my prick, it
is a charm. Directly you put it on I shall know, for my prick will
stiffen,--you will put it on I am sure; and directly my prick stiffens,
your cunt will long to have it up it, even if I am miles away. You will
put the garter on, for you can't help doing so,--I'm sure to fuck
you, neither you nor I could avoid it if we would. Why should we deny
ourselves the pleasure,--no one will know it, and you will be ten pounds
the richer." I wrote that or something nearly like it, and charmed with
my own wit, rubbed the garter over the top of my prick till I left the
smell on it, then laid it on the table over the paper I had written, and
went away, taking _Fanny Hill_ with me.