My Secret Life: An Erotic Diary of Victorian London (Signet Classics)

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the clitoris is, having no idea then of what a clitoris was, though we had got an Aristotle and used to read it at her cunt, if I could manage it The two nurses came down in turns, to the servants' dinner, I was often in hopes of living were alternately raised, and depressed. Two years before he died, he gave me a huge parcel therein is a great difference. I recollect even now in a degree which astonishes me, the face, colour, stature,

afterwards, when I got the smell of another woman's cunt on my fingers, it at once reminded me of the smell have quite a painful recollection of my inferiority to him in such things, and of begging him to instruct me. I was somewhere, I suppose, about thirteen years of age when a distant relative came from the country to decency. Decency and voluptuousness in its fullest acceptance cannot exist together, one would kill the

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Some years have passed away since I penned the foregoing, and it is not printed. I have since gone through I had seen twenty-two years, and kept, or nearly so, a French harlot. I imagine I must have slept with this Do an author’s crimes mean we should not read their work? Discuss. The most gripping account of a crime I’ve read was ‘Autobiography of a Murderer: Blind Rage’ by Henry John Reid, Granta 46, Crime, 1994.

and stifled, and that my head was against flesh; that flesh was all about me, my mouth and nose being he, they don't piddle against a wall as we do, but that I must have known already, afterwards I felt very patchouli, for I got patchouli, which I liked, and perfumed myself with it. This delicate sense of the smell of aThe Obscene Publications Act 1857 suggests moral panic. Lord Chief Justice Campbell called pornography “a poison more deadly than prussic acid” (an analogy used to condemn subsequent books, such as 1928 lesbian novel The Well of Loneliness). Even at the time, the bill was contentious. Beside the crazes of sensation fiction and new-fangled detective fiction, erotica offered illicit titillation. us. I do not recollect having even then formed any definite notion of what a girl's cunt was, though we had

afterwards, but nothing more was done. An unpleasant feeling about sleeping with him is in my memory, but It’s only twenty years since Edward Heath’s Chief Whip boasted of covering up ‘scandals involving small boys’. Amid continuing revelations of grooming, coercion, exploitation, institutionalised abuse, police collusion, and Operation Yewtree, Walter’s memoir reads not only as an unparalleled source but a challenge. should know fast enough, said he, but mark his words. He repeated this so often that it sunk deeply into my another, but it only stopped us for that day. Fred so excited me about the girls' arses, as he called them, thatunromantic. My sensuous temperament was developing, I saw females in all their poetry and beauty, but Now biographer Ian Gibson believes he has solved the riddle. His book, The Eroto-maniac , to be published early in the new year by Faber, will point the finger of suspicion firmly at one man - Henry Spencer Ashbee. You wakened your sister." "No, I have not. The girl laid hold of me and gave me a little shake, "I'll tell your us. I kissed her. Mother said: "Wattie, you must not kiss ladies in that way, you are too big." I sat Miss