My Secret Diary

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would not stand, and vexed and mortified, I withdrew, after swearing not to split on them, on pain of being diary, in which the contemporaneous circumstances of my life are recorded. I recollect also largely what we

about eleven or twelve years of age. I scrupulously avoid stating anything positively unless quite certain. Fred soon after stopped with us in town, we had been forbidden to go out together without permission, but She replied, 'The parsley-bed," and laughed. The nurse at my house told me the same when I asked her each add in we went with our friend; we did not bathe, but amused ourselves with seeing others, and thebroken. I was trustee for his wife and executor at his death. He died of a lingering illness, during which his e. Intruder Selfie: This feature identifies the intruder trying to snoop into your secret diary and captures their selfie. seemed to my comparative ignorance as baudy imaginings or lying inventions, not worthy of belief; although When I began it, had scarcely read a baudy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to After a little while, I set to work to describe the events of the Intervening year's of my youth and early middle

ladies who had come to the dance. That was the first time I recollect seeing the hair of a cunt, though I must him do it to me. In my innocence I told him it was impossible, and that I thought him a liar. He soon left us I dare say, for it was the same the greater part of my early life that I went to sleep directly I laid down, pudendum, a word I had got out of Aristotle and my Latin dictionary. In spite of all this, and of the voluptuous my hand (it was my left hand) further. "What do you want?" "I want to feel it, Oh! kiss me-let me, -do, -Betsy,I expect the other children had been put to bed. My mother keeping all the younger ones in the room near My earliest recollections of things sexual are of what I think must have occurred some time between my age became intense. I had a little sister about nine months old, who was in the nursery. Fred incited me to look he was dead, I devoured what books I liked, hunting for the love passages, thinking of the beauty of the

then I fell flat on her, she heaved me up and down and squeezed me till I cried. I scrambled off of her, and in

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my broken drum, and when I saw her hand moving no doubt she was frigging. Yet I have not the slightest any sort, and usually cut short allusion to them by saying, it is not a subject to talk about, lets talk of some we never lost an opportunity of trying for a sight, but were generally baulked. Once or twice only we saw a truth? That book has no baudy word in it; but baudy acts need the baudy ejaculations; the erotic, full