"And do you like having it done to you?” I asked.
"Sometimes,” she answered, “but I'd rather do it anytime than have it done, and that's why I'm going to London. There are any number at Mrs. Meredith's who delight in having it done."
Never in my short life had I ever heard anything like this.
Using her own words, I said, “Do you like to suck my cunt, dear?"
"I love it. Shall I do it again?"
I nodded my approval, and she quickly got her face between my legs, giving me another, far sweeter thrill than before.
A further description of what happened between us is useless here.
In London, I found this Mrs. Meredith a very charming woman. In her early thirties, she was wealthy, single, and lived for the pure love of living. I discovered, too, a very charming lady there whom I had previously met, and who turned out to be a sister-in-law of Ferry, my previous lover. Strangely enough, this woman knew all about my affairs with Ferry, and then I discovered that she, like the other women and girls there, was a strict believer in free-love.
The place enchanted me. Mrs. Meredith was one of the most charming women it has been my good fortune to meet, and her home, besides being spacious, was beautiful and was frequented by the elite of London.
"We have no secrets,” she smilingly told me. “Ferry's sister-in-law has told me all about you, and we welcome you as one of us. We sincerely hope you will make my place of abode your home as long as it is possible for you to remain in London.” With that, she kissed me, told me she thought me beautiful, then said, “Please do not think I presume, but I would keenly enjoy spending the night with you, if you haven't other plans."
"I could think of nothing more charming,” I said. “I greatly delight in entertaining pretty women, and you are very pretty, indeed!"
My story is drawing to a close, my friend. There is little left to tell. I remained with Mrs. Meredith for two years, and after an extended trip through Russia, I returned there, and am there now.
I believe that woman knew everyone of importance in all London.
Every night there were such parties! She kept the most beautiful girls in all London, and while it was a whorehouse in every sense of the word, no one ever paid for the favors shown them by these women. In the rear of her palatial home was a great garden, and here one found tiny love bowers. Need I mention that no one ever dreamed of wearing the slightest covering.
Though one seldom ever heard a smutty word, the greatest freedom was enjoyed. Sarolta was a great favorite with the women and men alike, and is still here.
Would you like to hear a bit of scandal, my friend? Yes? Listen, then. Balls and parties were, as I have said, a frequent occurrence. Once the Prince of Wales (later King Edward) signified his intention to spend the weekend here. When Mrs. Meredith made this known, one very pretty and shapely girl said, “Really, dear! Then I must hurry and undress!"
Think of one undressing for the Prince of Wales! Yet that is exactly what we did do. The night of his arrival, thirty girls sat at table with him. He was the only man, and every girl was stark naked, save for slippers on their feet.
I had the pleasure of dancing with the prince, and even though I was nude, he proved himself a gentleman, and twice before his brief vacation was ended, I felt the weight of his nude body upon mine. I wonder what his royal mother would say were she to know that? But then, perhaps she does. Who knows?
But our pleasures were not confined to the house and garden. We visited everywhere. Vauxhall Gardens, Piccadilly Salon, Holborn Casino, and Portland Rooms were but some of the places we frequented, though we missed none of the lesser spots.
One night after a splendid dinner when Mrs. Meredith was feeling in an unusual mood, she suggested that we walk in street as common whores. Several of our party had already done this and boasted of the good times they had had. We did it. That night I had six sailors in the back room of a common saloon!
Another time someone stole our purses. Mrs. Meredith suggested taking a “handsome” home. “But how shall we pay?” I asked.
She simply smiled at this. “Wait and see,” she said.
At our door, we were obliged to tell the caddy of our plight. He, good soul that he was, offered to take it out in trade, and right there in his cab. Mrs. Meredith and I allowed the caddy to fuck us. Some comedown for an opera singer, isn't it, my friend? But remember, it was only a lark; either of us could have purchased a thousand handsome cabs.
I'll never forget his words as he adjusted his trousers. He said, “Be jabbers, I never had a better put-in thin the two o’ yer, and I'm treatin’ yer ter the ride!"
But Mrs. Meredith wasn't to be outdone by a cab driver. Telling him to wait there for her, she went into the house, returning with a well-filled purse. “Here,” she said, handing it to him. “There are a hundred pounds in it, and it's worth it; you're the best fuck I've had in months!"
A nudist at heart, I've gone naked for days on end, as have many others here, and the longer I do it the greater the thrill.
Ever your libertine,
Pauline