at the bottom of her
belly as dark as the hair on her head. The sight altered my intention,
I walked to the bed, and placed my hand on her cunt. "Fuck me," she
blurted out in her drunken voice again. I felt wild with voluptuous
delight, as my eyes gloated on the big breasts and thighs to where her
garters and stockings hid the flesh from view. All was dazzling white
except a nearly crispy-haired cunt in the middle of it. The contrast was
exquisite, was absolutely dazzling.

A strange train of ideas (how oddly they spring up at such times) came
into my head. "You've just had a man," I said, "your cunt's wet,--you've
just been fucked." "He ain't fucked me for three days,--we have been
a drinking gin, we have,--he paid, he hain't fucked me,--you fuck me,"
said she making a grab at my prick which was buttoned up yet,--"fuck
me,--you shall fuck me." All this was said in a hoarse, drunken,
incoherent manner, but the "fuck me" with a sudden violent energy, as
if she suddenly felt a stinging desire to have her cunt stretched.
"Fuck,--I'm bloody randy,--where's your prick?"

I took the light, pulled open her thighs, almost put the candle in
her cunt. She let me do just as I liked repeating, "Fuck me." She was
beautiful, her white firm flesh, her big round thighs, the lovely
globes of her arse would have excited the dead. "Pull off your gown." "I
shant." "You shall." I helped her up into a sitting posture, and
pulled it off in an instant. Then she fell back naked, showing peeps of
black-haired armpits. The next instant I was up her, and injected her.
How beautiful she seemed as I moved my prick up and down in that cunt,
spite of the drunken manner, and the miserable surroundings.

A most violent letch for her took hold of me. The women in the streets
I have described had fine women among them, but for the most part they
were plain in face, indifferent in form somewhere, and hideously coarse
in manner; but the beauty of this woman was so great, I forgot all
her coarseness. When I came to myself after my pleasures, she was
fast asleep. She had perhaps spent, that and the liquor called gin
overpowered her, and she forgot her business. Then the biting of fleas
worried me for half-an-hour, I spent my time in hunting for them, and
scratching myself, snuffing with my fingers the only tallow candle, and
now and then holding it over her to look at her beautiful face,
naked body, and unwashed cunt. The heat was intolerable. To be cool I