The Intimate Confessions of a Woman in Love

However, I could not face him, and when he tried to raise my head, I turned my back.

He seized me around the waist and, before I knew where I was, passed a hand between my thighs, guided his huge cock to the lips of my cunt, and was in me.

I thought further than ever, in a moment. It is true that the previous toying with his instrument had terribly excited me, and I had felt that my cunt had become very moist, but I had no idea that anything could be accomplished in that position.

I was most delightfully undeceived, for not only did it

feel tighter in it, but transferring his fingers from guiding his prick, he touched and played with my clitoris and produced such excessive lubricity that I went off and spent with a scream of delight before he was ready.

But continuing with finger and cock to ravish me inside and out, he soon brought me again to such a pitch of lewdness that I was quite ready to spend time with him when the grand crisis arrived.

Nothing could exceed the pleasure; my internal pressures, he declared, were the most exquisite he had ever experienced.

My clitoris, too, he declared, was quite unique.

You remember how it used to stick out when excited as far as the first thumb joint, and how, when sometimes I played the husband on your belly, you declared that it actually entered between the lips of your cunt, rubbed against your smaller development, and gave you great pleasure, as indeed it gave me.

My husband has often examined and sucked it, feeling tighter in it, but transferring his fingers from guiding his prick, he touched and played with my clitoris and produced such excessive lubricity that I went off and spent with a scream of delight before he was ready.

But continuing with finger and cock to ravish me inside and out, he soon brought me again to such a pitch of lewdness that I was quite ready to spend time with him when the grand crisis arrived.

Nothing could exceed the pleasure; my internal pressures, he declared, were the most exquisite he had ever experienced.

My clitoris, too, he declared, was quite unique.

You remember how it used to stick out when excited as far as the first thumb joint, and how, when sometimes I played the husband on your belly, you declared that it actually entered between the lips of your cunt, rubbed against your smaller development, and gave you great pleasure, as indeed it gave me.

My husband has often examined and sucked it, and he admires it beyond measure.

At present, he did not withdraw, declaring that I held him so tight that he did not think he could pull it out if he tried.

In fact, it was involuntary on my part, and I could not help clinging to his dear instrument for the life of me, admiring it beyond measure.

At present, he did not withdraw, declaring that I held him so tight that he did not think he could pull it out if he tried.

In fact, it was involuntary on my part, and I could not help clinging to his dear instrument for the life of me.

Oh, how he fondled and embraced me, making me partially turn my body so that he might kiss and tongue me and then suck my bubbies—his busy finger all the time tickling and frigging my clitoris.

I soon felt his cock swelling so deliciously within me, and he shortly recommenced his rapturous pushings in and out.

We made a long, long bout of it, and I am sure that I spent twice before joining him at the last moment, when he died away in a shout of joy that I feared must have been heard by the servants in the house, who long before this had been on the move.

After this, we lay soaking and enjoying it for more than half an hour, when my husband declared that he felt as if a wolf was in his stomach and that he must have had some breakfast.

He got up and quickly dressed, desiring me to lie still, and he would bring me some breakfast in bed, and while it was getting ready, he would order some warm water to bathe myself with.

I felt his delicacy and loved him for it. The water came, I was much refreshed after using it, and I got into bed again, but I felt awfully stiff and finished all that the next day.

My darling husband waited on me himself at breakfast, stimulating me to eat freely as a means of restoring my lost strength, which he very soon put to the test again, for he fucked me three times during the day, and each time he gave me greater pleasure than before.

He was just as active at night.

And the whole three weeks we stayed at Leamington, he never fucked me less than four times a night, declaring that I had become most perfect in the exercise.

We then came here. Our old friend, Mrs. Broton, having kindly insisted upon our paying her a long visit, Freddy has been called away suddenly and will not return for a month.

I am sure you will pity me, as you know my temperament is too hot to keep chaste for so long. You remember Alexander; you would consider him a child, but he is not so.

One afternoon, Freddy followed me into my bedroom, as was usual, and gamahuched and fucked me on the edge of the bed.

I was about to leave the room after he was gone when, on opening a closet in which my dresses were hung, I discovered this same Alexander. I was in a fix.

There was no doubt the lad had seen everything.

I spoke kindly to him, and he promised secrecy.

In order to ensure it, I determined to have his maidenhead.

A few days afterwards, my husband left me, and the girls with their Mamma and the governess went to town with him, leaving Alexander to keep me company.

I went upstairs with him to the drawing room and, seating myself in a low chair, crossed my legs carelessly, exposing them, and letting the garter and part of the bare skin of one thigh be visible.

The effect was what I expected.

I saw Alexander's eyes fixed on the exposure; he blushed scarlet, and I could distinctly see his cock swell out under his trousers.

In a little while I had unbuttoned them, and, oh, Alexander, would you imagine it, I found he had the cock of a man.

I could scarcely believe my eyes.

He is not quite fifteen, and yet he is almost as large as Freddy.

This was a godsend, indeed! I drew up my petticoats, and the gallant little fellow instantly fell on his knees, kissed, and sucked my cunt.

To reward him, I placed him on his back on the couch and got on top of him. I took his pego into my mouth and pressed my cheek against his face.

We devoured each other with our luxurious caresses until we both spent copiously.

Nothing was lost; we both greedily swallowed all we could get.