The Sins of the Cities of the Plain; or, The Recollections of a Mary-Ann: with Short Essays on Sodomy and TribadismSaul, Jack
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The Sins of the Cities of the Plain; or, The Recollections of a Mary-Ann: with Short Essays on Sodomy and Tribadism
Saul, Jack
Gay men -- England -- Fiction
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
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 me most deliciously 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 soirées, 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 became a universal favourite.
The extent to which pederasty is carried on in London between gentlemen
and young fellows is little dreamed of by the outside public. You
remember the Boulton and Park 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
three 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 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 my birds had taken refuge in.
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