I had tried to learn from Louise if she knew where Camille went all
day, but could learn nothing, one night in bed with her however, whilst
handling each other's privates, and under the sympathy generated by the
rub of my fingers on her clitoris; she on my solemn promise of secrecy,
told me that an old friend of Camille's had opened a glove and lace shop
in O. f..d street. I saw a small shop, there was a Frenchman in it whose
face I seemed to know. I waited near it one night, and saw Camille leave
the shop closely veiled, and take the best way towards G..d.n sq..e.
Madame Boileau was like an oyster I could get nothing out of her,
although she took my money. I was sure that Camille went to the shop
daily, or nearly so, and as no man came to the house, suppose she got
her cunt plugged in the shop parlour.
Afterwards Fred talked so much about Louise, that I said I kept her.
"There are two there, do you keep both?" "Yes." "Then you are a fool,
you can't be sure of one woman's cunt if you are not with her always,
but two together are sure to make a couple of whores,--no wonder your
tin goes so fast."
Meanwhile I went out with him of a night, and we had different women.
One night three of us went to a cigar-shop kept by two women just by
------ it was not an unusual thing then for two to have a cigar-shop,
with a big sofa in a back parlour, one keeping shop whilst the other
fucked. From talking we got to business without intending it. Fred began
joking the girls, we went into the back parlour, and had wine, one
asked my cousin if he did not want to lie down and rest himself. He said
"yes," but wanted warmth to his belly when he rested. "You may have my
belly to warm you," said she. "What here?" "Oh! they can wait," said the
girl, "and your quiet friend can find his tongue with my sister" (the
other girl). I had not spoken, being at times timid at first with a
woman, and especially a gay one.
We said jokingly, that we had no money. "I will take you all for a
sovereign," said she, "and the one who I say is the best poke shall give
me another half-sovereign." It was agreed, we tossed up for the order of
the fucking, two went outside while the other had his pleasure. My turn
came last, the excitement in thinking of what was going on made me in
such a state, that I was no sooner up her than I spent; when I went
out the other girl said. "You have been in a hurry." My cousin was
pronounced the best fucker. Whilst the strumming was going on in the
parlour, people bought cigars, and tobacco--for it was really sold
there,--little did they guess the fun going on behind that rod curtain
of the shop-parlour.
A night or so after I slept with Louise, I felt uneasy in the tip of my
prick, and saw unmistakably that it was the clap. It was not Louise's
gift, for great was her surprise when I saw her twice afterwards, and
never attempted to have her. She was annoyed, and said she supposed I
had another friend, and put herself in such luscious attitudes, that
I got a cock-stand, and could scarcely resist putting it up her, but
saying I was ill went away. Fred said he should go to Paris without me,
I was to join him in a fortnight. What with being indifferent to Louise,
annoyed with her randiness, her vulgarity, and temper, being in fact
tired of her and the expense, and now having the clap, I determined to
break off; so wrote to Camille to meet me.
I told her I had the clap. "I thought there was something wrong," said
she, "but Louise I can swear has never had any other man than you, take
her to any doctor you like." Then she told me, that in three weeks she
meant to leave England, and Louise must do the best she could, she had
taken means to bring on the girl's courses, would I send her back to
France, or must she go gay in London.
I could not bear the idea of the girl being gay, so agreed to give her
money to take her abroad with her, and she accepted. By her advice I
wrote to Louise, said I had the clap, and feared I had given it to her,
that she would not forgive me I was sure, and so never meant to see her
again.
I sent a cheque to Louise, it passed through my bankers, and suppose the
girl had it. 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 was so impatient, that
I pushed her to the side of the bed directly I was in the room, felt
for her cunt, and spent in her in a minute, she had not taken her bonnet
off. My spending hurt me, my doctor had told me I could go with a woman
without fear of injuring her, but that for my own sake I had better
abstain. She got up, and took off her bonnet, to see if lying down had
hurt it. "I'll have you again," said I. "Let me wash, you've spent such
a lot, it's all running down my thighs." Again I fucked her; and next
morning my ailment came back. My doctor said it served me right.
Shortly after "lodgings to let" was posted up in Camille's windows, on
calling, Madame Boileau came to the door. The two women had left,
the shop in Oxford street was shut up, and I never heard of the women
afterwards.
I am astonished now, that I was wheedled out of so much money for a
French virgin. How I could have done much that I did makes me now laugh,
I must have been very green, and Camille very cunning; but I was also
rich, and generous, which accounts for much. I see now how largely I was
humbugged, but cannot explain or reason about it. I am telling facts as
they occurred, as far as I recollect them, it is all I can do. Certainly
I had a splendid full-grown virgin for my money, the toughest virginity
I yet have taken, a regular cock-bender, and had an uninterrupted
honey-moon. Camille was a most superior harlot, genteel, clever, and
voluptuous, such as are not usually found; with her and her findings I
had a year's enjoyment, leaving me lav, blaze, and a half-cured clap.
What with women, horses, carriages, cards, dinners, and other items, I
was a few thousands poorer than at the beginning of my acquaintance with
Camille.
It's my fate to have sisters,--how curious I--and thrice to have had the
clap, and yet not three-and-twenty,--how hard!
I was very much used up, and needed rest for body and mind; never had
I been so much so before. Up to the time of getting my fortune want
of money curbed my lascivious tastes, and although I had servant after
servant in my mother's house, the difficulties of getting them, gave
me frequent rests, and prevented me generally from exhausting myself;
perhaps I got just enough fucking to keep me in health. The year's
rioting with Camille and her troupe, would have tried a strong man;
I never counted them, but think, that in that year I must have poked
something like sixty, or seventy different women, I poked everyone of
Ca-mille's acquaintances, I am sure,--so it was time I had a rest.
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