Vintage Erotic fiction from the late 1800s.
The saying is, that young whores become old, religious crones, but that was not my case. I became a whore at an early age and experienced everything a woman can ... in bed, on chairs, tables, standing against walls, benches, lying on the grass, in dark hall-ways, in private bedchambers, on railroad trains, in lodging houses, in jail; in fact in every conceivable place where it was possible ... but I have no regrets.
Printed in a large 12 point font for ease of reading
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Excerpt:
I am along in years now ... the enjoyment which my sex afforded me is fast disappearing. I am rich but faded, and often being very lonesome, but it never entered my mind, although in the past years I was religious ... to now do penance.
The squalor and drudgery which I escaped I owe entirely to my healthful body. Without my youthful experience, the early awakenings of my sexual passion, I would undoubtedly have succumbed, the same as many of my playmates, and would have been forced into the poorhouse or died as a drudge of some household. I did not succumb to any of these.
I obtained a good education, for which I can thank only my life as a prostitute, for this it was that brought me into touch with educated men ... it broadened my mind and enlightened me. I escaped the life which is led by the ignorant, low-born peasants, for which they are not to blame, but of which they are so often accused. It is not their fault, for they know no better.