+-------------------------------------------------+ |Transcriber's note: | | | |THIS BOOK IS PORNOGRAPHIC IN NATURE AND CONTAINS | |EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. | | | |Obvious typographic errors have been corrected. | | | |The Table of Contents has been moved to the | |beginning. | | | +-------------------------------------------------+ THE SINS OF THE CITIES OF THE PLAIN _Only 250 copies printed._ TABLE OF CONTENTS --:o:-- PAGE VOL. I. RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARY-ANN (_Introduction_) 7 JACK SAUL'S RECOLLECTIONS 27 VOL. II. JACK SAUL'S RECOLLECTIONS (_continued_) 7 FURTHER RECOLLECTIONS AND INCIDENTS 53 THE SAME OLD STORY 100 A SHORT ESSAY ON SODOMY, ETC. 107 TRIBADISM 118 THE SINS OF THE CITIES OF THE PLAIN OR THE _RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARY-ANN_ WITH SHORT ESSAYS ON SODOMY AND TRIBADISM »--:o:--« IN TWO VOLUMES »--:o:--« VOLUME I. [Illustration: Decoration] LONDON PRIVATELY PRINTED 1881 [Illustration: Decoration] RECOLLECTIONS OF A MARY-ANN --:o:-- _INTRODUCTION_ The writer of these notes was walking through Leicester Square one sunny afternoon last November, when his attention was particularly taken by an effeminate, but very good-looking young fellow, who was walking in front of him, looking in shop-windows from time to time, and now and then looking round as if to attract my attention. Dressed in tight-fitting clothes, which set off his Adonis-like figure to the best advantage, especially about what snobs call the fork of his trousers, where evidently he was favoured by nature by a very extraordinary development of the male appendages; he had small and elegant feet, set off by pretty patent leather boots, a fresh looking beardless face, with almost feminine features, auburn hair, and sparkling blue eyes, which spoke as plainly as possible to my senses, and told me that the handsome youth must indeed be one of the "Mary-Ann's" of London, who I had heard were often to be seen sauntering in the neighbourhood of Regent Street, or the Haymarket, on fine afternoons or evenings. Presently the object of my curiosity almost halted and stood facing the writer as he took off his hat, and wiped his face with a beautiful white silk handkerchief.