ted.

I found I could talk to this woman. Whilst doing so she would sit on my
knees and feel my prick, and I feel her privates. I had long wanted
such a free-and-easy acquaintance, for nothing annoyed me like the sham
modesty of doxies, their shuffling out of showing me their cunts, their
hurry to get me up them, and away afterwards. Bessie had none of this.
Like Camille, Mary, and all women I ever kept to long, she let me do
absolutely as I pleased, and without hurry would copulate, then sit and
talk till we were ready again

for the exercise. But they did not at the house in------

Street fancy our staying so long at their busy time; so she arranged to
meet me at B. w Street one night, and took me to a house there which was
dearer, but where she said they rarely interrupted couples.

It was nearly opposite to the Opera-House, since built. It had a very
large frontage, six or seven windows of a row I think, a dingy-looking
building that most people would have passed without noticing, or would
have thought it a dwelling-house of poorish people. The knowing ones
would have guessed that it meant something hidden and convenient. There
was no light outside, but if you pushed the door by night or by day, it
opened into a darkish lobby, then passing through a glass door with a
glimmer of light at the back, a woman met you, and conducted you to
a chamber, big or small, handsomely or poorly furnished according to
price. In it there must have been twenty rooms, and there was more
bum-wagging, more seed spent, more sighs of pleasure in that house
nightly, than in any other house in London I should think.

It was dearer; but if you stayed for hours no one ever interrupted you.
There were in Winter good large fires, the rooms were a good size, there
was no gas, two candles were given, if you wanted more you paid extra.
Wine and liquor of fair quality was got for you. The furniture was
somewhat dingy, but all the rooms had sofas on which two could lie, and
beds large enough for three with clean linen always. It was one of the
most quiet, comfortable accommodation-shops I ever was in, and with
Brighton Bessie, I passed there many voluptuous evenings.

I took a bottle of champagne with me there one night, the first time I
ever did so to a baudy house when I met a gay woman; but I wanted that
night a long, quiet evening with a free woman, and had one with her
quite after my own fashion.

I had Bessie often for about two years, a