Then went to Paris, my illness kept to me, so returned to London, got a little better, longed for Louise, stood opposite the house one night, nearly crossed over to have her, but resisted, and seeing a nice woman in Regent street went home with her. I had not spoken, being at times timid at first with a woman, and especially a gay one. Indian sex video I was not pleased with her: a fine girl, a fine fuck, a fresh woman who shivered with delight the instant the prick entered her, who was randy-arsed enough to learn anything in the way of copulation; she had been delightful to me eight days, and might for more; but she was coarse, vulgar, and had not two ideas in her head, was evidently violent tempered, and excessively vain. My Secret Life, by “Walter”, is the memoir of a gentleman describing the author’s sexual development and experiences in Victorian England. I thought of Louise, of my promise; I knew the look of both their cunts, — of Camille’s the best, — desired to see, to compare it.
