Free Sins of the Cities of the Plain by Jack Saul

other by the most endearing terms, such as:
         “Oh, Laura, Laura, what a darling you are! Tell me, love, that you love me! tell me it’s a nice fuck!”
         And then the other would exclaim:
         Tush; push; fuck me; ram your darling prick in as fast as it will go! oh! oh! oh! quicker, quicker; do come now, dearest Arthur; my love, my pet! oh! oh!! oh!!!”
         After seeing so much I slipped away from the keyhole, and went back to the company in the dancing room.
         Park was there as a lady, dancing with a gentleman from the city, a very handsome Greek merchant. I swiftly came to decide that I did not care for either of them, however, but sat for a while on a sofa by myself, watching the dancers and taking notice of all the little freedoms they so constantly exchanged with each other.
         Presently, Lord Arthur and Laura returned to the room and came and sat down by me, his lordship, to whom Mr. Inslip had previously introduced me, at once saying:
         “Allow me to introduce you two dears to one another. Miss Laura, Miss Eveline. I must go away for a minute, and will be back directly.”
         Boulton seemed to take to me at once, and after a little ordinary conversation, whispered to me as he gave me a card:
         “Come and see us in our rooms tomorrow, as we are. I know I shall love you: but there is no chance for it here. We must amuse our customers to-night.”
         This I agreed to, and soon after the lights were turned out and a general lark in the dark took place. I do not for a moment believe there was one real female in the room, for I groped ever so many of them, and always found a nice little cock under their petticoats, most of which were quite slimy with spendings, they had been frigged so often.
         At last it was over, but just as Mr. Inslip was going to hand me to his brougham, Boulton asked him to let me go home with them, and at once drove me off with Park to their rooms near Eaton Square.
         As soon as we got to Boulton’s place, he gave me a drop of his invigorating cordial, a lovely liqueur which seemed to warm my blood to the tips of my fingers. Then we went to bed, and slept ‘till about twelve o’clock, and had breakfast all dressed as ladies (I believe the people of the house thought that we were gay ladies).
         Boulton assured me they hadn’t a rag of male clothing in the place, all their manly attire being at some other place.
         “I love to look like a girl, and to be thought one. I had such a lark the other day with a beautiful milliner at Richmond,” he said, sipping his chocolate. “You must know I was stopping at the Star and Garter Hotel, and fancied a new dress; or, rather, I had seen this lovely milliner in his shop—he was the principal—so I went in, gave my order, requesting him, despite his personal hesitation, to call on the Hon. Miss Murray at the hotel to try it on in two days’ time.
         “He was a lovely creature, nearly six feet high, but thin and beautifully proportioned, with dark brown hair, deep green eyes, and such a lovely white skin. His mouth was almost always on the smile, showing a lovely set of pearly teeth with which I was so much in love that I wanted to make him take my cock between his lips. Besides, he was just slightly freckled, which is always a great charm in my mind.
         “Mr. Bruce, that was his name, called on me about twelve o’clock, as I was at breakfast, so I pressed him to take a cup of chocolate, and as I had expected him, he did not see the cordial at the bottom of the cup before I poured it out for him.
         “Having elicited that he was not particularly busy, we sat chatting for some time about the fashion and trimmings, and things of such nature, for I am as well up in all that as any lady in England.
         “When I could see by the sparkle of his eyes that the cordial had considerably warmed his blood, I asked