My Secret Life

A few paces and she'd neared the corner then stopped thoughtfully. “Come,” said I. She looked long and strangely in my eyes without replying. — “Give me your hand.” She'd no gloves on. — “What for?” laughing. “Give it me.” — She did. I took it but hesitated to say what rose to my lips. “Well?” said she, looking at me, as if for explanation. My prick gave a throb. — “You want fucking.” — “I'm damned,” said she, again laughing, and snatching her hand away. — “I've made you want it.” “You ain't, you beast.” “Come, and I'll get them out of the spout.” She looked up and down the street, anxiously, only a man or two looking like clerks walking quickly were visible. — “Come.” “Where are you going to?” “A coffee shop, where is there one?” “I'm strange about here and know none.” — So was I and for a moment hesitated, suddenly recollected my train and looked at my watch. — “The Devil! I've lost it.” “Lost what?” “Never mind, I'm too late now, let's walk this way and I'll get them out of the spout.” — “Oh! not past that house, my cousin lives there, she knows where I'm goin to.” — I turned the other way. — “You go first, I hope it ain't far” said she, I walked on, she following me.

Soon after, “Here, hi,” she cried. — I turned round. “You'll take 'em out of pawn won't yer now,” said she doubtingly, and stopped. “Yes, how much?” “Its thirty-eight and six then, will you now?” “All right.” — I walked on towards where I knew the main road lay, wondering at the strange turn things had taken and filled with desire to fuck her, she still following a few paces behind me. In a few minutes we were in a four wheeler. “Oh I can't go all that way, I've got to call on my brother,” said she when she heard the direction given. — “I'll send you back in a cab.” Next minute in the cab, my hand was up her petticoats. — “Oh no, not here, wait till we're there, you shan't.” — But in a trice my fingers were on her cunt spite of her modest struggles — for modest they seemed — and so soon as I'd found her clitoris and had frigged it a little she was quiet — they all are.

“Put your hand under my greatcoat and feel my prick.” I got it out, she looked at me hard for a minute and then she clutched it. — “Oh, ain't it warm?” — Her hand was like ice, and she'd no gloves. — “Oh, they'll see us — don't,” — but she opened her thighs to let me frig, and soon, “I shall do it if you go on, oh, don't,” — and she gave at that moment the convulsive grip on my pego which often women do when being frigged almost to spending point. I ceased frigging her, then stopped at an office and telegraphed to my friend that I'd missed the train. As I re-entered the cab, “Let me go, I'd rather,” said she mournfully. But her fine eyes were soft, were full of lust. “Nonsense.” — On we went, my hand now on her thighs only touching her motte, and putting up my pego lest I should spend, thro her handling, for I'd made her handle it again.

I tried to learn where she was going and who she was, but failed, I tried angering her. — “Ain't I married? I am tho, but my ring is popped — worse luck.” Then I tried to get an admission that she'd had other men. She showed no anger, but quietly denied it. — “No, I've never had my thing felt in a cab before never — never.” “Do you like it?” “No. What a curious bloke you are, you're not going to cheat me are you — have you got the money?” She seemed suddenly doubtful so I pulled out a handful. — “Oh! wouldn't all that make us happy,” quoth she. “No, I haven't had it done to me for three weeks.” — “Say fucked and I'll give you half a crown at once.” “Give it us then.” — She took it, spat upon and pocketted it. — “Say it.” — “I ain't been fucked then, and shan't for some weeks more,” and she burst out laughing. “Yes you will, I shall fuck you.” — “Oh — ah — yes, — I means my Bob.” “Whose Bob?” “My husband, and I won't tell you any thing more,” and I couldn't get more then. But she kissed me, when I kissed her rapturously, and I talked my baudiest, stir-ring her lust up for I saw she was randy, saw it in her eyes, but all she said was “Oh — ah” at each baudy sentence, and smiled.