I was carefully kept from the grooms and other men-servants; once I recollect getting to the stable yard and seeing a stallion mount a mare, his prick go right out of sight in what appeared to me to be the mare’s bottom of father appearing and calling out, “What does that b*y do there?” and my being hustled away. One day, one of his sisters left the room where we were sitting. When talking about these things my cousin would twiddle his cock. When talking about these things my cousin would twiddle his cock. It was first published in a private edition of eleven volumes, at the expense of the author, including an imperfect index, which appeared over seven years beginning around 1888. He had never seen one, he said, but he knew that they had two holes, one four bogging and the other to piddle from. The identity of “Walter” is unknown. My Secret Life, by “Walter”, is the memoir of a gentleman describing the author’s sexual development and experiences in Victorian England. Was it sound?
