sitive. She would not undress, was in a hurry, some other night
perhaps, not now. Impatient so that I might begin, I placed her on the
edge of the bed, putting a chair for one of her feet. She lifted up her
clothes freely, and I saw her cunt.

It was surrounded, though not in great quantity, with fine chestnut
brown, soft, thick hair, her thighs were large, round, fat, and firm,
the split looked small, was small outside, and I found it to be small
inside as well. A large bum squeezed together by the position in which
she was lying closed up almost the cuntal opening, so that just where
the prick must intrude itself, the hole could scarcely be seen, her
flesh had the slightly brown tint of her face. How is it that at a
glance all this was seen, and remembered ever since? What fascination a
cunt has! Strange that a mere gap close to an arse-hole should have such
power.

In admiration of her cunt and its surroundings I held a candle for a
moment between her thighs. "Hold your quim open,--do,--do." Her hand
came down, the fore and middle-finger went on either side of the split,
and distended the lips, showed the red lining, a clitoris, small, and
nice-looking, and small nymphae sloping down to the narrow carmine
darkness, closing up gradually and tightly between her bum-cheeks,
squeezed up and closed by the weight of her body pressing up her bum the
bed.

"I can bear being looked at", said she. "Then open your legs
wider,--wider dear." Wider they went. Candle in one hand I pushed the
finger of the other up her cunt. Then all delight of the eye was merged
in the maddening desire to fuck. Putting the candle somewhere it fell
down, and was extinguished; at the same moment slipping my prick to the
opening, with a smooth glide up it went. Before I had moved my prick
half a minute I was spending, before I had had a wriggle in her, before
I had well clasped her buttocks, I was leaning over her sighing, and had
finished before I had well began. I now think I feel my sensation up
her as I write this, of the rapturous smoothing of her buttocks as I
finished. Some women make me recollect them thus.

"What a bore", said I squeezing my belly close up to hers, "I hate to be
quick." I heard her laugh, but could not see her face. She did not hurry
me out of her, but at length nature caused me to withdraw, and we got
the candle lighted.

Washing herself whilst I stood talking and regretting my haste, holding
my unwashed prick in front