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German) told me that they had taken to it because they had heard
that human semen was an excellent remedy against consumption,
which disease had carried off some of their relatives, and that
they had gradually come to like doing it. All who told me that
they masturbated, asked me whether I did so too, and two desired
me to show them the act, one alleging that she liked to see a man
do it; she had been married late in life, after a "stormy youth"
and had had, she said, a large experience of the male sex. They
all seemed to think that however much the practice of
self-excitement might hurt a man, and all thought that it would
hurt him, a woman might masturbate as often as she liked, failing
better means of satisfaction, as she had no such loss of
substance as a man.
Of the twenty-six normal women, whom I knew more intimately than
I did the fifty-five prostitutes, thirteen, without being
questioned by me, blurted out the fact that they were habitual
masturbators, apparently all required to think of the loved
person to obtain full satisfaction. _Fellatio_ was proposed, and
fully performed, by nine, of whom three experienced the orgasm as
soon as they perceived that I had attained to it. All were more
or less excited while doing it. One proposed anal coitus, "just
to see what it was like;" and three proposed _cunnilingus_, one
having been initiated by a girl friend, and one by her husband.
The third had, I believe, evolved the act out of her own inner
consciousness in her desire to experience pleasure with me. My
relations with one of the twenty-six were confined to my
masturbation of her, the while she did _fellatio_, as she said
that she "had no feeling inside down there."
With two exceptions my partings from these normal women have not
been tragic and all whom I have met in after life (seven) have
been very ready to resume relations with me, four of them having
made the proposal themselves.
One thing has struck me, and that is the, often great, difference
that exists between what a woman's looks lead one to think she
is, and what she is when one becomes her lover; the most sensual
woman that I have met might have sat for her portrait as the
Madonna, and she was the only one who took pleasure in hearing
and relating "smoking-room stories," a form of amusement which,
perhaps from their want of appreciation of humor and wit, women
do not indulge in--at least in my experience.
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