How absolutely exciting it is to think and write about the “sins of
the flesh,” as our parish pastor used to call sensuous pleasures. And
the fact I have committed myself to practically all of them makes this
narrative even more exciting.
My name is Mitzy and at the time these memoirs start I'm twenty-eight
years of age.
During my story, you, my reader, will meet all the different people
I've met in my life.
I'm certain you will find them just as interesting as I did.
Talking about “the sins of the flesh,” I only have to raise my eyes
from this paper and look around the room to see them right in front of
me and all around me.
A terrific orgy is taking place in the big living room of John and
Delia's.
John and Delia are the people I'm working with at the moment. There
are people all over the room, making love in every possible way. In
fact I don't think there is anything dull going on—a straight fuck, or
anything else as boring as that.
Just a short while ago I was also taking part in this orgy, but all
of a sudden the idea came to my head to write down my numerous
adventures. But I mustn't run ahead of things and make this story
confusing. Let's start at the beginning, or when I became aware of the
facts of life.
I was born in a small village and the facts of life were explained to
me at the tender age of fourteen.
As is usual in this sort of thing it was one of my girl friends who
initiated me to the “sins of the flesh.” She was, like I am, a Roman
Catholic, and one day she explained to me about the things our parish
priest always raved about from the pulpit.
One day when she had gone to confession the priest had asked her
whether she ever touched herself at certain parts of her body,
especially at night in bed.
She had not understood what he meant and had asked for an
explanation.
“Do you never touch yourself between your legs?” he had asked her.
“On that part of your body where you make pipi from.”
Her answer had been negative and she had been most surprised and
curious.
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