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As I related to Mirah in the "old book" thread, I found a handwritten note in an old volume at an estate auction that had some very surprising content. It is dated 1932 with the notation that it was found in Highland Park, one of our local parks. The transcript follows, in its entirety, for your enjoyment:
Dear Helen. This is to advise you that I am carrying out my part of our compact to tell each other about our experience if a certain thing should happen to either of us. You may accuse me of bringing it about myself, but there is nothing unfair in that, for what was to happen has happened.
Among our roomers is a man not very young but not old, who is said to have once had a wife. This made me think he was sure to know about certain things. Early in the morning of one day last week I was awake and after thinking awhile, I got up and went and crawled into his bed with this man. He seemed a little surprised, but pleased also for he began to hug and kiss me and soon placed me flat on his belly. This brought his rod between my legs but as soon as it touched me something inside me seemed to let go and afterwards I laid perfectly still.
He laid me beside him again saying I had had an "orgasm". It seemed to me like a delicious sort of spasm and I was sorry when it was over. He asked me if I was tired and I said, "Not at all." He then placed his hand between my thighs, which gave me a thrilling feeling, and then placed me again upon his belly. I immediately took hold of his rod and laid it in the furrow which nature gives to all girls. I could not seem to lie still so I slid my body slowly up and down his belly. This seemed to be exactly the right thing for I had made this movement but a few times when I had another spasm just as nice as the first time and just like it.
When I came to a stop he laid me beside him again saying that I must surely be tired, but I told him "no, only a little out of breath". After a little he again placed his hand between my thighs, which gave me the same delightful feeling as before, and put me on his belly again saying I might use his rod in any way I pleased. You may be sure that I lost no time in getting it laid in the furrow.
After moving up and down a few times I pushed it way down and things seemed to fit just right but when I began to crowd down it hurt me. He told me it was bound to hurt but the only cure for it was to keep trying and eventually the rod would bury itself in there. A curious thing was that I wanted to crowd down even if it did hurt.
I tried it a number of times and then made up my mind that the next trial I would make it go in there no matter how much it hurt me. It was lying in the furrow at this time and I must have made some movement in perfect harmony with everything for just then I had another spasm just like the others. After I became quiet he laid me beside him again and told me that I stopped crowding just in time or he would have taken it away from me with one more crowd, for he was close to an orgasm himself.
His saying this seemed to prompt me to take his rod in my hand. It was very stiff but at the same time nice and smoothand lovely and warm. I was letting my hands run over it carressingly when it gave a spurt and a warm liquid gushed out and ran all over my hand. It was seemed sort of creamy and there must have been more than a spoonful. He afterwards told me this was what the Bible calls "seed."
A curious thing then happened for just like a flower wilting the head lopped over and it all became soft and it shrunk to nearly half the size it was before. I began to wonder about a baby but he laughed and said the only way a baby could result was in having an egg in the womb come in contact with the sperm. As there had been no sperm near my womb nothing could come of it
-transcript ends here.
some further information. As the header states, the letter is handwritten on six page notes and is postmarked with a one cent stamp (no date) it is noted that the date of finding the original in Highland Park is summer 1932. The book is dated copyright 1890 and ironically titled "In the Valley"(I am not making this up). One further note: also in the front cover of the same book is an unrelated note from a little girl to her grandfather, thanking her for the loan of the book and providing a brief critique. The grandfather's answer to the child is the exact same handwriting as the transcribed letter, and it can be assumed he was the person who found and/or copied the original.
I have no reason to believe the letter isn't real based on the language, the unique tone and voice, and the obvious age of the copy. At first it was hilarious, then a bit titillating, then really kind of touching the way the author described a very intimate encounter. Thoughts?
Dear Helen. This is to advise you that I am carrying out my part of our compact to tell each other about our experience if a certain thing should happen to either of us. You may accuse me of bringing it about myself, but there is nothing unfair in that, for what was to happen has happened.
Among our roomers is a man not very young but not old, who is said to have once had a wife. This made me think he was sure to know about certain things. Early in the morning of one day last week I was awake and after thinking awhile, I got up and went and crawled into his bed with this man. He seemed a little surprised, but pleased also for he began to hug and kiss me and soon placed me flat on his belly. This brought his rod between my legs but as soon as it touched me something inside me seemed to let go and afterwards I laid perfectly still.
He laid me beside him again saying I had had an "orgasm". It seemed to me like a delicious sort of spasm and I was sorry when it was over. He asked me if I was tired and I said, "Not at all." He then placed his hand between my thighs, which gave me a thrilling feeling, and then placed me again upon his belly. I immediately took hold of his rod and laid it in the furrow which nature gives to all girls. I could not seem to lie still so I slid my body slowly up and down his belly. This seemed to be exactly the right thing for I had made this movement but a few times when I had another spasm just as nice as the first time and just like it.
When I came to a stop he laid me beside him again saying that I must surely be tired, but I told him "no, only a little out of breath". After a little he again placed his hand between my thighs, which gave me the same delightful feeling as before, and put me on his belly again saying I might use his rod in any way I pleased. You may be sure that I lost no time in getting it laid in the furrow.
After moving up and down a few times I pushed it way down and things seemed to fit just right but when I began to crowd down it hurt me. He told me it was bound to hurt but the only cure for it was to keep trying and eventually the rod would bury itself in there. A curious thing was that I wanted to crowd down even if it did hurt.
I tried it a number of times and then made up my mind that the next trial I would make it go in there no matter how much it hurt me. It was lying in the furrow at this time and I must have made some movement in perfect harmony with everything for just then I had another spasm just like the others. After I became quiet he laid me beside him again and told me that I stopped crowding just in time or he would have taken it away from me with one more crowd, for he was close to an orgasm himself.
His saying this seemed to prompt me to take his rod in my hand. It was very stiff but at the same time nice and smooth
A curious thing then happened for just like a flower wilting the head lopped over and it all became soft and it shrunk to nearly half the size it was before. I began to wonder about a baby but he laughed and said the only way a baby could result was in having an egg in the womb come in contact with the sperm. As there had been no sperm near my womb nothing could come of it
-transcript ends here.
some further information. As the header states, the letter is handwritten on six page notes and is postmarked with a one cent stamp (no date) it is noted that the date of finding the original in Highland Park is summer 1932. The book is dated copyright 1890 and ironically titled "In the Valley"(I am not making this up). One further note: also in the front cover of the same book is an unrelated note from a little girl to her grandfather, thanking her for the loan of the book and providing a brief critique. The grandfather's answer to the child is the exact same handwriting as the transcribed letter, and it can be assumed he was the person who found and/or copied the original.
I have no reason to believe the letter isn't real based on the language, the unique tone and voice, and the obvious age of the copy. At first it was hilarious, then a bit titillating, then really kind of touching the way the author described a very intimate encounter. Thoughts?
