hram, had given her
sexual pleasure, had revelled in her body. Shirt, and chemise, spunk
and blood slobbered lay there. I was rested, she was fresh, and I sat
at breakfast with as much complacency and jollity as a man could; yet
beyond fucking, I felt that I did not care one damn about her, and even
felt sorry. I cannot explain why I felt that, but recollect it.

We had seven days before Camille would return, in those days I more than
fulfilled my word to the girl, bought dresses, a ring, brooch, umbrella,
parasol, in fact I don't know what I did not give, and must have paid
fifty pounds; we dined out, went to theatres, ate, drank, and fucked
like blazes.

French women when they have given themselves up to a man, do so with all
their heart and soul. One day as luncheon began to operate on her, she
nothing loth, she strong, healthy, and with passions roused, feeding
daily in a way she had been unaccustomed to, yielded freely to my
wishes. I placed her on the bed-side, threw up her chemise, kissed the
dark crisp hair of her motte; her thighs separated, her limbs went up,
and I saw the adorable vermillion gap, the ragged tear my penis had
made. It was a small cunt for so fine a woman. What enticed, and incited
me I don't know, I never shall know why dozens of women I have had I
never have done it to, but I was taken with the feeling now. I looked,
fingered, titillated, kissed it, out went my tongue; it played lightly
over the clitoris, then baudy frenzy seized me, and I licked and sucked
her cunt. She wriggled, scarce knowing what I was about, when pushing my
head away she cried out, "oh! mon Dieu, ah! quelle bete! aho!"

I had never done it willingly but to Martha, now the letch seized me
furiously, every day afterwards I had my mouth to her, and when I was so
fucked out, that I could come no more, would lay and lick her till she
was worn out too with spending.

We had indeed no other amusement than fucking, talking about it, eating,
drinking, and sleeping, which was to us all the charm of a honey-moon.
I think I see her now, making my cock stiff under my direction, her
amusement at pulling the prepuce up and down was great, I almost feel
her bum now as she used to sit on my knee, looking at the pictures in
the baudy book; we used to talk it over until we went to bed, and
eased our passions, what fun when we did not mind washing each other's
privates, as we did.

We used to lay on the bed with my head between her thi