My Secret Life: An Erotic Diary of Victorian London (Signet Classics)

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afterwards, when I got the smell of another woman's cunt on my fingers, it at once reminded me of the smell I told Fred, and he tried the same dodge, but don't recollect whether he succeeded or not. His sisters were naturally, or cautiously, or how; perhaps cautiously, because I fear angering my mother, and the gentleman;

mamma, Oh! what did I do it for?" Trembling with fear, I jumped out of bed, opened my door, and went to

excessively annoyed, that he was to sleep with me, but in our small house there was just then no other Then (I know now) my father got into difficulties, we moved Into a smaller house, the governess went away, The best guess as to who the author actually is, is Henry Spencer Ashbee, a book collector, writer, and bibliographer who was an expert on erotic books in his day. yet lead some vague notion that feeling about her thighs was punishable. The soft hairy place my hand had Fanny Hills was a woman's experience. Written perhaps by a woman, where was a maids written with equal

The Christian name of the servants mentioned are generally the true ones, the other names mostly false, who called me a foolish boy at first; for they would stop with me on a landing, or in a room, when we were When I began it, had scarcely read a baudy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to y Secret Life, the anonymous erotic memoirs of a Victorian English gentleman called Walter, is both a paean to a life devoted to the tireless pursuit of carnal experiences and a haunting evocation of a bygone era. As Walter's sexual and moral behaviour is revealed, we are left with indelibly entertaining insights into life behind the closed doors of Victorian society. My Secret Life is evocative, provocative, funny, sorrowful, obscene, atmospheric, bizarre and highly erotic. Through it we are privy to the thoughts, emotions and memories of one of the most unusual, unsung and colourful characters of the Victorian era.

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about the arse-hole business, just as I did. This was the first time I ever saw frigging and male semen, and it

flavored expressions, which even the chastest indulge in when hut, or love, is in its full tide of performance. patchouli, for I got patchouli, which I liked, and perfumed myself with it. This delicate sense of the smell of a wondered how the piddle came out, if they wetted their legs and if the hole was near the bum hole, or stay with us, until he was put to some great school He was the son of a clergyman, and must have been

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was in bed: for being timid, the door was kept open for me. It could not have been a man who slept there, witnessed; it is written therefore with absolute truth and without any regard whatever for what the world calls example. All this is done to prevent giving pain to some, perhaps still living, for I have no malice to gratify. school, though not long before what I am going to tell of happened, but am not certain; if so, I must have it is difficult to be quite accurate on such points after a lapse of time. But as before said, in many cases the

indents. That the delicate ladies of the novels should have such divisions seemed curious, ugly, and afterwards, but nothing more was done. An unpleasant feeling about sleeping with him is in my memory, but have but little idea, that I have seen your cunt." She was unfortunate; married a cavalry officer, went to India Then I was in our house in a carpeted room with her; it could not have been the nursery I know, sitting on Yet how to hear their authentic voices? Their secrets, free from censorious moralising? To hear “those most mysterious of mysteries, the mysteries which are at our own doors” (Henry James, praising Wilkie Collins).of any woman who would let me, and kiss her. My mother in her innocence called me a great girl, but she events were disjointed, and fragmentary and my amusement was to describe them just after they occurred. I had been in the habit then of sleeping in a room either with another bed in it or close to a room leading out catch you going off the walks, you'll be put outside." We were in such a funk, Fred cut off one way, I