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Conscious of my courage I fell to kissing
it. My friend laughed, but left me to my devotions in peace. This
was the first time in which a feeling of romance mixed itself in
my dreams; the physical excitement was less, but the pleasure was
greater. I cannot understand why I never repeated the experience.
He remained to me an object of very special and tender
consideration.
"In the next episode I have to relate the ideal was totally
absent, and the part I played was passive rather than active. I
was put to sleep with a boy considerably my senior. His
initiation led to a physical familiarity between us which was not
warm or kind, and I was allowed no scope for my own instinctive
desires for a warmer kind of contact; if I sought it under cover
of my companion's slumbers I found myself kicked away. Only on
one occasion did I find a few moments of supreme charm, while his
sleep remained sound, by discovering in the recesses of the sheet
an exposed surface of flesh against which I pressed my face in an
abandonment of joy.


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