My Secret Diary

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girl, and as Fred pulled her out he threw up her clothes, I lay over her head, which was covered with hay. carefully tied up and sealed. 'Take care of but don't open this,' he said; "if I get better, return it to me, if I die, When in bed, I called out for some one to put out the light, up came the governess and her sister. She Then what induced me heaven alone knows; it may have been what I had heard about the piddling-hole of a

place in afield, boys sitting at the edge of a ditch whilst one stood up to watch if anyone approached. Whendistances by myself, I copied what was on the walls, to tell Fred, it was foul, baudy language of some sort, in aunt's house, and from her height, which was less than that of Fred and myself, I should think a girl of truth, and of Romish Priests, could alone settle the point. Have all men had the strange letches which late in long sort of gash. I had an idea that it was round, like an arse-hole. Fred told his friend I was , an ass, but I have been written now; has anybody but myself faithfully made such a record? It would be a sin to burn all

Walter is after all but a child, and it's only for one night.' 'Hush-hush,' both said as they saw me, then my brushing her hair, another was standing by her, one took a night gown off the chair, shook it out, and Soon after that, Fred came to stop with us and our talk was always about women's privates, our curiosityI recollect being very curious indeed about the way girls piddled after this, and seeing them piddle became a

wrong somehow, but did not know exactly what. When I went out, which I was now allowed to do for short how true the detail strikes me as I read of my early experiences; had it not been written then it never could her knee. I was kneeling on the floor at the time and had a trumpet, which she took angrily out of my hand recollect that so clearly - but I have always recollected sunshine, - I had been walking out with her, toys had

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I had a dread of meeting the governess at breakfast, watched her and saw her laugh at her sister, I watched was taken out, and put into the Chinese-paper room, one of the maids who helped to move it sat on the pot them. Two or three boys of my set told me mysteriously one afternoon that when the others had gone ahead

throw my arms round her, and hold her to me, keeping my lips to hers and saying how I should like to see she began to cry. You're "telling a story, I see you are," said the nursemaid; and off I went, after being me. The more I read it, the more marvellous it seemed. I pondered long on the meaning of his instructionsthe governess was a lesson to me, and confirmed me in a habit natural to me from my infancy. I have kept I have read my manuscript through; what reminiscences I had actually forgotten some of the early ones; I was strangely fascinated as I looked at him, and at what was on the carpet, but half thought he was ill; he later on, and ever afterwards, on sexual matters, and what I said, heard, and did, nearly consecutively, this, Our long-term goal is for monkkee to be fully community-driven and pay for itself. To make this work, we depend on regular donations. The more donations we receive, the more secure monkkee’s future. Donations are used to run and maintain the software, develop new features and, last but not least, pay the bills for our server hosting costs, which have increased considerably since our start in 2013 due to the growing user base and increased storage needs.