evolutions of a dance.
Our partners were particularly attentive to us, mine more especially so—in fact I can only speak for myself. He plied me with refreshments after every dance, and I could see he was immensely taken with me. Now and then he would pinch my bottom, and after a little while slyly got one hand up my clothes and groped ‘till he found my prick. His touch added fuel to the flames of lust by which I was already consumed; a very few touches sufficed to make me spend all over his hand, which I perceived gave him great pleasure.
About two o’clock in the morning the lights were suddenly turned out, and we were all in the dark.
“Now, love, I must have you,” he whispered. “Every one has got a partner; and after I have fucked your delicious bottom, we separate and find another partner in the dark, so there can be no favouritism or neglect of any member.”
He made me lean over the couch on my face, and lifting up my skirts from behind, he knelt down and kissed my bottom, buggering me with his tongue ‘till the hole was well moistened. Then getting up, I felt a fine prick brought up to the charge. It hurt me a little; but he was soon in, then passing his hands ‘round my buttocks he frigged my cock most deliriously as he worked furiously in my bum.
How I thrust out my arse to meet every lunge! But it did not last long; we were both too hot, and came almost directly. It was a delightful bottom-fuck; but the rules precluded us from having a second, and we parted with a loving kiss, and went in search of other partners.
Before time was called about 6 a.m., I had had six different gentlemen, besides one of those dressed up as a girl. We sucked; we frigged and gamahuched, and generally finished off by the orthodox buggery in a tight arsehole.
I became a regular frequenter of Inslip’s soirees, as I always got a fiver for the night, besides plenty of fun and refreshment; but contented myself with two nights a week, for fear of getting used up too soon, by which self-denial Eveline because a universal favourite.
CHAPTER VII. Lord Arthur, “Lady Laura” and Mr. Bruce
The extent to which sodomy is carried on in London between gentlemen and young fellows is little dreamed of by the outside public. You remember the Boulton and Park scandal and court case? Well; I was present at the ball given at Haxell’s Hotel in the Strand. No doubt the, proprietor was quite innocent of any idea of what our fun really was; but there were two or there dressing-rooms into which the company could retire at pleasure.
Boulton was superbly got up as a beautiful lady, and I observed Lord Arthur was very spooney upon her.
During the evening I noticed them slip away together, and made up my mind to try and get a peep at their little game. So I followed them as quietly as possible, and saw them pass down a corridor to another apartment, not one of the dressing-rooms which I knew had been provided for the use of the party, but one which I suppose his lordship had secured for his own personal use.
I was close enough behind them to hear the key turned in the lock. Foiled thus for a moment, I turned the handle of the next door, which admitted me to an unoccupied room, and to my great delight a beam of bright light streamed from the keyhole of a door of communication between that and the one in which my birds had taken refuge.
Quietly kneeling down I put my eye to the hole, and found I had a famous view of all that was going on in the next room. It put me in mind of the scene between two youths that the notorious Fanny Hill had once related to have seen through a peephole at a roadside inn. I could both see and hear everything that was passing.
Lord Arthur and Boulton, whom he addressed as Laura, were standing before a large mirror. He had his arm ‘round her waist, and every now and then drew
Our partners were particularly attentive to us, mine more especially so—in fact I can only speak for myself. He plied me with refreshments after every dance, and I could see he was immensely taken with me. Now and then he would pinch my bottom, and after a little while slyly got one hand up my clothes and groped ‘till he found my prick. His touch added fuel to the flames of lust by which I was already consumed; a very few touches sufficed to make me spend all over his hand, which I perceived gave him great pleasure.
About two o’clock in the morning the lights were suddenly turned out, and we were all in the dark.
“Now, love, I must have you,” he whispered. “Every one has got a partner; and after I have fucked your delicious bottom, we separate and find another partner in the dark, so there can be no favouritism or neglect of any member.”
He made me lean over the couch on my face, and lifting up my skirts from behind, he knelt down and kissed my bottom, buggering me with his tongue ‘till the hole was well moistened. Then getting up, I felt a fine prick brought up to the charge. It hurt me a little; but he was soon in, then passing his hands ‘round my buttocks he frigged my cock most deliriously as he worked furiously in my bum.
How I thrust out my arse to meet every lunge! But it did not last long; we were both too hot, and came almost directly. It was a delightful bottom-fuck; but the rules precluded us from having a second, and we parted with a loving kiss, and went in search of other partners.
Before time was called about 6 a.m., I had had six different gentlemen, besides one of those dressed up as a girl. We sucked; we frigged and gamahuched, and generally finished off by the orthodox buggery in a tight arsehole.
I became a regular frequenter of Inslip’s soirees, as I always got a fiver for the night, besides plenty of fun and refreshment; but contented myself with two nights a week, for fear of getting used up too soon, by which self-denial Eveline because a universal favourite.
CHAPTER VII. Lord Arthur, “Lady Laura” and Mr. Bruce
The extent to which sodomy is carried on in London between gentlemen and young fellows is little dreamed of by the outside public. You remember the Boulton and Park scandal and court case? Well; I was present at the ball given at Haxell’s Hotel in the Strand. No doubt the, proprietor was quite innocent of any idea of what our fun really was; but there were two or there dressing-rooms into which the company could retire at pleasure.
Boulton was superbly got up as a beautiful lady, and I observed Lord Arthur was very spooney upon her.
During the evening I noticed them slip away together, and made up my mind to try and get a peep at their little game. So I followed them as quietly as possible, and saw them pass down a corridor to another apartment, not one of the dressing-rooms which I knew had been provided for the use of the party, but one which I suppose his lordship had secured for his own personal use.
I was close enough behind them to hear the key turned in the lock. Foiled thus for a moment, I turned the handle of the next door, which admitted me to an unoccupied room, and to my great delight a beam of bright light streamed from the keyhole of a door of communication between that and the one in which my birds had taken refuge.
Quietly kneeling down I put my eye to the hole, and found I had a famous view of all that was going on in the next room. It put me in mind of the scene between two youths that the notorious Fanny Hill had once related to have seen through a peephole at a roadside inn. I could both see and hear everything that was passing.
Lord Arthur and Boulton, whom he addressed as Laura, were standing before a large mirror. He had his arm ‘round her waist, and every now and then drew
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