I love the ballet, especially at Covent Garden. The experience of going is wonderful - the beauty of the opera house itself, the beauty of the mny gorgeous women who accompany wealthy men to the ballet, or who are the daughters of wealthy men. Watching the women in the Paul Hamlyn Hall, drinking champagne and chatting carelessly before the show, is a joy. Daydreaming about them.
But whent he curtain goes up and the lights go down, all erotic attention is paid to the stage. Ballerinas really turn me on. Swan Lake invariably makes me cum in my pants, lusting for the dark swan.
At a spectacular piece this year I twice noticed a shortish but sweet looking ballet girl with exquisite legs — on the second occasion I waited at the stage door to see her come out. So different do women look in walking dress to what they do when on the stage, that it is difficult to recognize them, but looking sharply, I discovered her leaving with a group of others. It was a coldish night in the beginning of March.
At first I hesitated to follow her, for her air of quiet respectability deterred me somewhat, and I could not well accost her when surrounded by others. But my cock swelled with desire, and under its stimulating influence and with erotic hopes and visions I followed her — as I've done scores of women — till first one, then another of the group went off, and quickly she was left with two others only, who walked with her through an obscure and nearly deserted street till they entered a bar. — After reflecting a minute I entered also, and found them sitting in a private bar — no other person there — eating sandwiches and drinking sparkling wine — I ordered a glass of wine and stood looking at them, they looked at but took no notice of me. I saw that she was as pretty as on the stage, and my cock now nearly lifted me off the ground with stiffness as I thought of her legs and breasts. — Reckless now under its influence, I asked them all to have a glass of wine. Two accepted but she refused — I ordered a bottle.
Now I asked why they were out so late, not alluding to the theatre, neither did they in their answer. I got amorously suggestive, the two laughed — for directly fucking enters the mind women are pleased — but didn't reply till I asked them all to come home and sl**p in my bed, tho I had neither house nor bed where I could go. Was it large enough? asked one. — What would I do? then asked the other. —"Whatever you like, what shall it be?" — More laughing then. — "One at a time's enough isn't it?" said my fancy. — "It would be with you." — "We must go," said she. All prepared quickly to go, and then only she took a glass of wine and immediately departed, so hurriedly — as if scared — that I didn't wait for change in payment for the wine for fear of losing sight of them. I heard them laugh as they got outside and suppose it was about me, then hoping I should at some time catch her alone, I followed quickly.
When outside I saw her ahead and alone, the others had gone off. In a minute I was by her side, telling her I had seen her in the ballet, admired her lovely form, and asking her to let me go home with her. She stopped, refused, professed surprise at my asking. I grew bolder. — "Nonsense my darling, I'll give you £200." — "I won't — I must get home, it's so late — besides I can't." — Then ready to empty my purse to have her, — "I'll put you into a cab and give you £400." — Then she stopped, looked at me, then looked back to see if any one was noticing her. A little further persuasion and then, "I can't stop more than an hour then." — I acceded to every condition. driven to a free coffee shop, a shabby one which I knew of, and were soon in a bedroom. She cast her eyes down as if to hide her face as she approached the house. If I want a woman not regularly on the town, it's best to bid and at once very high for her favours, I ought to have bid £500 at first, for I know that tho ballet girls will fuck for love, they rate their cunts high if they are to be paid for them.
I'd been eulogizing the beauty of her form when she consented to come, and she'd said "I'll show you that but no more, mind." A funny reservation which I thought a joke. But I wanted to see her nude so agreed, and would have done anything to get into a bedroom, knowing that a woman who has tasted the pleasure of a cock — and I was sure she had — would never resist one stiff standing in front of her to her hand. A stiff red capped prick has a fascination, and a knowing cunt heats, tingles and sweats its lubrication at the sight of one. — After taking her bonnet off she sat on the bedside, I began lifting her clothes and when they were up to her garters she stopped me. "That's all." — "Nonsense, I must see your thighs." She lifted them very slowly, stopping short of her motte, and she'd drawers on. — "There then." — I pushed my hand between them on to the notch. She closed her thighs tightly. — "No more." — "Well take your drawers off, I can't see as much as I did in the ballet."
As she resisted whilst yet she laughed, and as I hate being played with so by a woman, I lost my temper. — "Don't be a fool, I'll fuck you or I won't pay you." — "I wouldn't have come then." — "Look," said I, pulling out my prick, stiff as a maypole. She did look at it and long whilst saying. — "No — no." — But it excited her and a minute after she was feeling it and I her pretty quim. — Soon after she was at the bedside, thighs apart, and the lovely slit exposed and I examining it with lustful delight. "I'm very tiny, am I not?" said she in an apologetic tone, as if she wished to warn me.
It was perhaps the smallest cunt I ever felt in a woman. The slit itself approached the usual size, but the love avenue was quite tight to my finger, and I thought my rampant cock would never get up it. But strangely enough, that very idea seemed to stiffen it to an unbendable state, it was cast iron as the gland touched the small orifice, and it glided right up without stopping, till I touched the end of the tube and hit hard. — She sighed but nothing more. I felt her genital lubricating juices soon issuing and softening round my tip, but as her pleasure came on, the tightening of her avenue almost hurt me [it was when my prick was more sensitive as I have already often described, and I preferred an easy cunt]. As she came, I felt as if the gland was being nipped by a hand. The tightness was sensible to my prick as it dwindled voluptuously, and its compression was then exquisite to it, as I stood holding up her thighs. Then, when with a parting nip at my prick tip as it quit her body, and when afterwards, my finger searched her soft interior, it still was tight to it. I never felt such a tight cunt before. Not one of the many young hairless cunted ones had such a tight cock pit, and I gloried in having fucked this clipper.
She was as many of her profession are, vain as a peacock, I'd found that out before. I praised her cunt, said it was delicious, my eulogies delighted her so, that instead of an hour, she quite forgot the time, stripped all but stockings, to let me see her exquisite form, and I fucked again her lubricious unwashed channel. I wouldn't let her wash it, and indeed think she never could have got the sperm out if she had. I took a curious fancy to her on account of her tight little cunt and she — as I have found all very tight cunted ones — seemed happy in talking about it. I asked her to meet me again. She said she couldn't and told me much, but whether true or not I cannot say. — "You'll never see me again." She'd left the theatre that night for good, had done with the stage, should leave London next day.
— "No, a gentleman makes me an allowance, he did it to me first. Yes and he put me on the stage, he pays for my dancing there, they don't pay me." Three or four men besides him and myself she admitted, not more, had had her. "All have said I was very small made." — These in answers to my questions. Then she admitted that she wanted fucking just when I spoke to her in the public house, her friend was out of town but would meet her on the morrow.
One or two girls had felt her cunt and she theirs, to judge if hers really was small. "It will be a bad look out if I get in the f****y way, and I hope you haven't done it."
It's always amusing to hear what a woman says of herself, so retain this narrative, but principally because of her tight cunt. I have had others tightish but never such a tight one in a grown woman. — She said she was nineteen and looked that age, the hair of her head, cunt, and armpits was dark.
I went twice to the theatre afterwards, but never saw her there again nor elsewhere. She said she was going to be married.