nce did this. All of us half spoony with champagne after a
jolly little supper; she set the two girls rubbing their cunts together.
The two girls on the top of each other, I thought a baudy amusement, and
did not believe until after years, that flat fucking was practicable,
and practised, with sexual pleasure.

Then should I like to see a man? Now it was not many years since I had
frigged two or three, and declined it. Yet one night she expatiated so
much about the wonderful size of a young man's prick, and what a lot
he spent, and how respectable he was, and what gentlemen had him, etc.;
that I who had a dislike to men being near me, consented, and a fine
young Frenchman came. I could not for half-an-hour go near him, but my
temptress meant I should, and I frigged one of the largest pricks I
have ever seen, and saw his spunk squirt over Camille's arse, which the
Frenchman requested her to turn upwards for him to spend on; indeed he
said he could not make his cock stand until he saw her arse. Directly
afterwards I had the most ineffable disgust at him, myself and all, and
never saw him again.

I would not again be in the room with a man, but she arranged to let
me see through a hole made in the door, herself fucked by another man,
which I immensely enjoyed, but had not the sight repeated. I even used
to hate the idea of her being fucked by any one but myself; not that I
had anything in the way of love or liking for her, which might have been
termed affection.

So time went on, I paying handsomely, trying to see and do anything she
suggested, and glorifying myself at being in the lucky way of doing and
knowing everything. I told much to some special friends, some of whom
wanted to find out my sources of such enjoyments; others thought I was a
mere braggart.

Nearly a year ran away, and four thousand pounds, leaving me with
infinite knowledge and a frame pretty well worn; but I never had a love
ailment, nor have I ever taken one from a French woman yet.

She never suggested arse-hole work. In her book were pictures of
buggering, and she asked me if I would like such a thing. I frightened
at what I knew, which seemed like a horrible dream, said, "certainly
not," and asked if it was possible. She told me it was, but was
"villaine," and the matter was never again referred to.

With much fucking I got done up, and one night could get no cock-stand.
She asked me if I had ever played at minette. I did not know what it
me