— Conversations on sodomy with Sarah. — I suggest. — She refuses. — Mutual incitements. — Mutual consents. — Trials and failures. — Successful at last. — Her sensations. — Effects on her bum hole. — Another trial suggested. — I decline. — A lewed evening. — Fucking, minetting, and masturbating. — Candle and fundament. I must have been, indeed was, in an almost wild state of mind that night. When I got clear of the street, I saw some gay women, chaffed, and asked them how their arseholes were. My mind ran on anus and nothing else. — A beautiful legged French woman — it was a muddy night — lifted her petticoats and showed nice legs — I went home with her, and turning her bum towards me, looked at her arsehole and asked if she’d been buggered. She was angry. Then I found I had not money enough to pay her, and we had a row. — I went to one of my clubs, borrowed, went home with another woman, pulled her about, looked at her sphincter, and asked if she’d been buggered.
