ard men brag about, but dare say in those thirty hours
I had fucked her twelve times. She was very tired with it, and was so
sore; I was also sore, my prick had slightly bled, the foreskin
was torn, and through that fucking bout my prepuce was easier ever
afterwards, I could pull it down better than I could before I had torn
open her virginity.

The difference between the ways of a woman and man towards each other
after they have fucked is wonderful. On a previous night a woman may
have refused his kisses, and his embraces, and revolted at his hands
touching her quim. He although longing for her, eager to join his body
to hers, may have been timid, cautious in his language, hesitating in
action, and until passion got full sway, might as soon of thought of
putting out his doodle, and attempting to force it up her, as of
trying it on his aunt. But what a change a night has made: they sit
at breakfast he with satisfaction on his face as he looks at her and
thinks, that her most secret parts have not been strangers to him, has
felt between her thighs, the lips hitherto untouched by man, has been up
her cunt, and spent inside it the essence of his blood. "She has given
me pleasure, I have given her pleasure." She looks at him wondering how
she came to allow it, how she forgot her resolves, there need be no more
disguise, nor hindrance in the way of their pleasures, of the pleasures
she first tasted with him; all that she has been taught to hold most
sacred from man he has seen, felt, kissed, pierced, violated, and wetted
in. The virginity she prided herself on he has destroyed, she no longer
shuns him, but is ready to comply with all his wishes, hopes he will
compel her soon to yield again. This is the work of a few hours, and as
she sits drinking her coffee opposite to him she thinks with him, what a
change has taken place.

That was my state of mind with Louise. I had had virgins before without
pride in having them, they came in my way, but never had I sought them.
Two certainly had never been breached before, but it gave me no pride
nor special gratification. This woman I had thought and thought about
for months, coveted and paid for the sole pleasure of piercing her
hymen. I had now the delight of experience, of leaving my sperm where
man had never left it before. This girl of sufficient age, growth and
form, I had bored with difficulty and pain, to her and myself, she
had bled, I had bled, I had torn up her cuntal diap