Amongst other novelties of a more or less artistic nature, or untilitarian purposes, all designed to excite or gratify the passions, was a series of phonograph discs. One of these records oralized and reproduced in sound the courting, seduction and deflowing of a young girl by her sweetheart. Indiscreetly, she accompanies him to his room, "to see some pictures" he wishes to show her. Indignant at the nature of the pictures she reprimands him for his temerity, but under his coaxing and blandishments, she relents, and through tire medium of words sounds exclamations, protests, all faithfully reproduced, even to the creaking of bedsprings, as she finally submits to his embraces, we participate in the invisible romance, exactly as though, veiled by a curtain from our sight, it were transpiring in the same room with us. Another, of a still more emotional nature, a rendition so true to life as to cause one to wonder whether a real rape had been consumated to effect it, oralized an assault upon the person of a young maid by a wandering vagrant. As he makes his way thru a lonely wood we can hear him soliloquizing to himself
and lamenting the fact that he hasn't sufficient money to compensate female companionship, after having undergone a prolonged interval of enforced chastity in the provincial workhouse. At -this point he spies a country maid, whose path, fortunately or unfortunately accordng to the viewpoint across his own. He detains her and endeavors to secure her complaisance with false promises of generous reimbursement. The terrified maid declines his proposition, whereupon he seizes her and to the accompaniment of shrieks, sobs and supplications on her part and lustful observations on his, he tears off her clothing, and rapes her.
Yes, Irma's hobby in life was sensualism. She had two favorite theories. One of these was that in order to hold a man's erotic fancy, he should rarely be permitted to attain orgasm in intercourse. Her reasoning was not altogether er-ronous, for it must be confessed that the masculine interest diminishes with satiety. The woman who can excite a man's emotions, and maintain them in a state of excitation, without permitting him complete gratification will not quickly lose her hold on him, but the difficulty is to find subjects who will submit to such machinations, for as is evident such a system requires the co-operation of the gentleman.
I was to a limited extent versed in the practise
and knew the advantages of holding back until my partner had reached the limits of her orgastic powess, but Irma carried the theory still further, sustaining in effect that even after the female was completely satiated ejaculation or orgasm should be avoided by the male, thereby maintaining an unsatisfied sexual urge which tend to fan, instead of extinguish, the fingers of passion. She showed me some very interesting articles on this subject but while I agreed with her in theory it seemed to me an impossible proceedure in actual practise. Nevertheless, I had no objection to lending myself to a few experiments along this line.
Irma initiated me in many intriguing aspects of psychic effects and though she frequently had to scold me for "letting go" when under strict orders not to do so, I must admit, that in following her ideas I enjoyed some of the most delicious hours of my life. And yet I realized that the effects over by considerable length of time, of the sustained, and prolonged excitation would be enervating in the extreme, and beyond the average man's physical capacity to withstand.
Irma was an ardent enthusiast of variation, but had a strong predilection for "frenching" and I passed hours at a time, with my mouth over her clitoris while the intimate caress was
compensated with her own warm lips encircling my cock. She was an adept in the use of those subtile, perfumed preparations for intimate feminine use and not once did I place my mouth on her cunt without finding it fragrantly scented. Ordinarily, she did not permit me to ejaculate in her mouth, her customary proceedure being to terminate the love bout when she preceived that I was unable to withstand the caress any longer. And more than once, after I had brought her several times in succession, and had myself arrived at the ultimate stage of my powers of resistance, she disengaged herself from my clasp, and went to sleep while I, with my cock still vibrating expectantly, was obliged to forego the satisfaction. It peeved me mightily at first, but after a while I found that, as a stimulant to increase and intensify the passions, this method was superlative. Girls, it's a wonderful system, and if you have the will power and the determination to hold a man to it you can keep him dangling from your apron strings indefinitely. We men are curiously ungrateful, creatures, and the more liberally you treat us, the quicker we are satiated. It's not the female who generously surrenders herself to a man's every whim and fancy, who can long hold him, but rather, the calculating, understanding female, who knows how to keep him in a continuous state of
sex hunger. And the hungrier he's kept the firmer the anchor.
One of Irma's charms lay in the uncertainty of her determinations. I never knew from one moment to another what was coming next.
Surprising revelations as to how young maids comport themselves in boarding schools!
The lightness with which this kind of play was looked upon may be judged from the following : An English girl named Mercy, daughter of a wealthy British importer of tobacco, received naughty pictures and novels by post from a girl in Paris. One day, between the pages of a novel received from this source, she found a "french letter" or condom. This interesting but under the circumstances entirely useless gift was passed,from hand to hand amid general laughter* A few nights later, another girl, a lively little French mademoiselle upon turning back the sheets of her couch preparatory to retiring, found between them a banana of ample dimensions over which the rubber condom had been stretched.
Brandishing the rubber clad banana in her hand, she announced that she was going to "get" the girl she suspected of perpetrating the joke. Accompanied by several of her friends Rosita slipped into the dormitory where the object of the intended assault was just getting into bed.
Waving the banana in the girl's face she exclaimed :
"Just for this, I'm going to fuck you!"
"You're not going to fuck me!" was the defiant answer,
A tussle began, which, because of the determined resistance of the prospective victim, might indeed have been lost by the French girl, had not her friends reluctant to be defrauded of the spectacle, come to her assistance. Between them they straddled the protesting, one out upon the bed, and held her while the little mademoiselle made good her threat.
"And I was one of the girls that held her legs!" added Irma, laughing at the recollection.
She entertained me with various anecdotes of her experiences with girls and women and seemed amused at my surprise at the ease with which she aparently found females willing to participate in such adventures. When she stated that there was an unlimited supply of them from the age of ten upward, my amazement gave way to incredulity. I could scarcely give credit to tl^e assertion and yet before many hours had passed I was afforded an opportunity to judge for myself. For the following afternoon while driving leisurely about she pointed toward a group of small girls carrying baskets of violets, and smilingly referred to our. conver-