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MY SECRET LIFE natural impatience of my age, and my few opportuni- ties, had led me to bring my women to the bed, throw up their clothes, pull open their legs, give a rapid glance at their thighs, belly and cunt-fringe, by which time my prick was nodding and throbbing. Then fol- lowed a grape, and the next minute I was fucking as hard as I could.

With Camille all came like new to me. She even anticipated me. If I pushed her to the side of the bed, she fell on her back and opened her legs gently, dis- closing her slit in the most voluptuous manner, with- out speaning. If I strove to open her thighs, open they went as wide as she could make them, leaving me to open ,shut, pinch, frig, or probe her cunt, as I listed. At a hint, she with two ﬁngers would spread open the lips to enable the fullest inspection. If I turned her round, she would fall on the bed arse upwards, like a tumbler. If I cocked up a leg, there she kept it till I pulled it down. I scarcely ever said what I wanted, she guessed my desires from the way I turned her about. It was only at a later time when my baudiness grew whimsical, and invented strange attitudes, or singular caprices of love, that I had to tell her what I wanted; but at ﬁrst I was too timid for that. She once said to me laughing, “I am a born whore, for I like it, and like to see a man amuse himself with me.”

Her every movement, even when I was tranquil, was exciting. If she sat down, her limbs were in some position which by contemplation stirred my lust, and made me rush to stroke her, and was gratiﬁed in any form and manner I liked. With her all forms of copu- lation were wholesome and natural, so that I had enough variety. —289—