_August 6th, 1859, 2 o’clock_.
I wish to give you a little surprise, my own dear little darling, in
sending you this letter, which you will receive with a half sheet upon
which you had not reckoned on Tuesday morning, so as to supply the place
of Sunday’s post. It was to give you this little surprise, and in no way
of retaliation, that I did not send a half sheet in my letter of this
morning. It was very unkind of you not to send yours upon the pretext
that I was at Albano, but you will have been ashamed of it since.
Besides, even supposing that I had been there, I should not have
committed any indiscretion with your envelopes, which are so excellent,
and, if one had felt inclined to do so, your letter was sufficient to
make me indifferent to it. I suspect you of not having prepared what is
necessary, I shall be sure to see if it be so; tomorrow’s letter ought
to contain two. I continue your letter 17, and I perceive with rapture
that you have had a thick cream-like emission of enjoyment. How
delicious it would be in my tea. How I should like to send you some like
it also. It is a good thing that my letter to the little girl was
successful. Will you tell Madame de Delmar that I am sorry to hear that
she is suffering, particularly as her ordinarily detestable disposition
only becomes more thick and more execrable. Suppress this latter part if
you think it better.
Ah! you think that Madame Salvi has played her cards well and in what
way, I ask? You are too bad, too implacable. I do not like that in you.
I have told you that your suspicions wounded me, and I think you can
believe me when I tell you that I have completely changed my conduct in
that respect. Besides, what can I possibly do. I am very uncomfortable
here. The Abdol don’t want me; besides, the Duke has given me to
understand that I ought occasionally to go and see his wife, and the
Borgh bother me with all their children.
Thanks, my good angel, for the letter Des Pierre. If it be decided that
you leave, I shall go for a few days to Civita—sad and mournful
consolation. Why do you tell me that you will go barefooted when I go to
see you. I am quite of your opinion that your feet are only too
delicious. The costume rather disgusted me than otherwise, without,
however, producing any effect upon me. Tomorrow I shall pay the Duchess
de Grano a visit, and since it seems to put you out, shall not return
again to Albano.
Heaven knows that the pleasure is not great, and that I care very little
for it. The other day I did not even find it any cooler there. The
Duchess of St. Alban’s leaves on the 20th for Schwalback and England on
account of the apprehensions about war—another subject of uneasiness for
me—such is life. I can go and live with the Duchess de Grano and Salvi.
No one would say anything about the one, and not much about the other,
whatever you yourself might say, but that annoys me exceedingly, and
disgusts me, and I dare not do so with you. You might, however, have
been my ambassadress, see what it is to be so seductive, so graceful, so
pretty, so kind and gentle. Just fancy, dearest, that I have not
answered Madame Rudiger. I must really do so today. She is a person one
must be careful with.
I have always this phrase before my eyes. “I prepared a divine half
sheet yesterday evening, but dare not send it!” Very agreeable, and very
kind of you! well, I do not complain.
They have been so heavenly during the last three days, and mine are so
shameful. How nice it is for me to think that I should have sufficient
influence over you to get you to sit perfectly naked at my table. Long
ago might you have had that influence over me, and even have enforced
requirements more depraved, and more degrading than that if you had
wished it, and with what rapture! Adieu, my angel, what a happiness to
give you this trifling pleasure.
When I shall have undressed my adorable little mistress it will be nine
o’clock, she will be mad with desire, delirious from passion and
rapturous exactions (exigencies), her maddening look exciting me in the
highest degree will arouse all the strength I possess, and enable me to
exhaust her so completely that she herself will attain the height of
happiness; the greater the refinement and delicacy of my caresses the
greater will be your happiness, the more languishing will your eyes
become, the more will your pretty mouth unclose itself, the more will
your tongue become agitated, the more will your bosoms, firm and soft as
velvet, become distended, and their nipples grow large, red, and
appetizing; then will your arms grow weaker and then will your angelic
legs open themselves in a voluptuous manner, and then seeing ourselves
reflected on all sides in the mirrors, shall I take you in my arms in
order to excite you (_branler_, frig) with my hand, whilst your little
rosy fingers will similarly excite me with vigour, and I shall suck your
divine nipples with passion. When the agitation of your little legs, of
your lovely little bottom (_derrière_), of your head, and those murmurs
of pleasure (_rugissements_) prove to me that you are at the point of
emission, I shall stop and carry you to a piece of furniture made to
sustain your head, your back, your bottom, and your legs, and having
near your cunt (_con_) an opening sufficiently wide to allow my body to
pass erect between your legs; then shall I fuck (_enfiler_) you with
frenzy with my enormous and long member, which will penetrate to the
mouth of your womb; being squeezed by your pretty legs, which will bring
me closer to you, I shall wriggle (_remuerai_) my strong pretty member,
which you love, with more vigour than ever; my private parts (_organes
mâles_, testicles) will touch your little bottom, and this contact will
provoke such an abundant flow of the essence of love in your little cunt
that I shall be as if I were in a bath.
How I fear to leave off there! But we shall see. Do not write to me by
the night post, it is useless! It is true that when I am near you in a
carriage I have difficulty in remaining quiet. Oh, no, do not alarm me
by your insatiability, mine is much greater than yours, there is not the
slightest comparison to be drawn between us in a physical point of view,
but as far as our moral nature and heart is concerned we can rival each
other, and I am very happy on that account.
1:40. I was most annoyingly interrupted by the luncheon bell, and
afterwards I played a game of Fourreau (a game all the fashion at
Verteuil), and here I am again. I have just refused to accompany my
father and mother in a drive in the neighbourhood, so that I shall be
able to write to you more at length, unless, indeed, I write to
Fallenay.
You tell me that you like the little costume, but that is all you say,
and you give me no details as to the colours, the length and shape. I
will believe my treasure, my jewel, that your bosoms will be white,
swollen and soft as velvet, and it is very nice of you to tell me that
my hands will have difficulty in holding them and putting their ruby
lips to my mouth.
You are quite right in saying that you will develop my virility, it is
you who have made my member what it is now. I repeat, on my word of
honour, perhaps you will not like to hear these details, but,
nevertheless, I shall say it, you are the first woman in the world who
has stimulated that essence which flows from my prick (_queue_), which
your kisses have rendered so pretty, and it is you who have plucked the
flower of my virginity. Never have I had (_baisé_) any other woman, and
whatever may be the misfortunes to which I may be destined, it will
always be an immense and ineffable happiness to me to think that I have
given and lost it through the luscious draughts you offer (_par tes
délices_). It is, and it will be, perhaps, the greatest blessing, and
the only consolation of my life. But before God it is a great one, and
my enjoyment has not been such as one can expect to find in this world.
I do not believe that he who had the madness to rob you of yours was as
pure as myself, and as for voluptuous pleasures, if there be any greater
than that which I know, I promise you never to learn or seek it,
although I don’t require this at your hands. I do not wish to have any
other woman spoken of, they all disgust me, even to look at them. You
know it, and you know that there is nothing, absolutely nothing, in you
to disgust me, but all that belongs to you maddens me, and I love and
adore all; it has become a madness, and you know it; for when you are
kind you give at least the idea by letter of that which you would not do
if you had the slightest doubt.
You know that I have sucked you between the legs at those delicious
moments when you made water, or when you had your monthly courses, and
that my happiness will be complete when you will allow me, and when
circumstances will allow you, to let me lick (_passer la langue_) at
that ineffable moment when your little love of a jewel of a bottom has
just relieved itself. In you everything appears different and pure, the
purity which reigns in your every feature, the excess of refinement
which exists in your whole body, your hands, your feet, your legs, your
cunt, your bottom, the hairs of your private parts, all is appetizing,
and I know that the same purity exists in all my own desires for you. As
much as the odour of women is repugnant to me in general, the more do I
like it in you. I beg of you to preserve that intoxicating perfume … but
you are too clean, you wash yourself too much. I have often told you so
in vain. When you will be quite my own, I shall forbid you to do so too
often, at most once a day. My tongue and my saliva shall do the rest.
If it is necessary let the doctor cauterize you (_toucher_), that is to
say with his instrument, and mind he does not fall in love with you; I
bet he has never before seen anything so seducing, so pretty, or so
perfect. It is to be hoped that the irritation does not proceed from the
size of my member.
You did quite right to go to the play, and I regret sincerely to have
spoilt the pleasure you had in going, it shall not happen again.
As to the place George had, that is perfectly indifferent to me.
Ah! you think that the portrait was done afterwards. You are not sure of
it, but it is a matter of no moment, my much loved one. I shall not be
the less happy to have the photograph if you are good enough to give it
to me, not too much in miniature. I shall be very grateful for it.
If I said that Galitzin was clever, I was wrong; he has a kind heart,
and is very fond of me. Now that he has lost his mother, I shall be more
kind to him. He is a person one can depend upon; his letters are silly
productions. Those Russians have always the imagination easily excited.
Yes, my father has always the same answer. Thanks for your obliging
offer of gloves, my mother must settle about it.
I shall still have lavished the following caresses upon you, angel of my
delight, were I a little calmer. I had a dream, such as it was, about it
last night, and only remember it just now by way of explanation of my
mad excitement of this morning. I saw you as I was asleep, you were by
my side frigging me with your fingers of love, and you heard me say to
you, “I see you there.” You are as lovely as Venus, your lusciousness
and lasciviousness are at their very height, your body is completely
perfumed with your urine, in which I forced you to bathe yourself for my
enjoyment, so that I might lick you. You have painted the most seductive
parts of your person. Your shoulders are white, your rosy bosoms reveal
themselves through a rose-coloured gauze, trimmed with bows of the same
hue. Your thighs, as well as your navel and your heavenly bottom, are
revealed through a heavenly gauze, your legs are clad in rose-coloured
stockings. The sperm flows; but how much I needed it! This is true, for
my testicles were swollen in an alarming manner.
Oh, my child, my pretty little mistress, if you only knew how much I
suffer from the excessive heat, and the privation in which I live!
Without exaggeration, my testicles are enormous. My member is as large,
straight, and stiff as my arm. I am mad from desire for you. I had the
unhappy idea of going to bed again. My mind was full of a dream I had
had, and of which you were, of course, the subject. Then I thought of
the caresses which you would have been obliged to submit to, and at
last, in consequence of your yesterday’s half sheet, so pretty at the
beginning and at the end, but yet quite beside the question, and found
myself engaged in the act of rubbing myself with frenzy, and of stroking
myself and of frigging my prick (_la pine_) until I was exhausted,
before I could discharge the merest drop; that was too much for me, and
now I desire you like a mad man. If a delicious half sheet does not
arrive by the Embassy bag, I know not what will become of me. I have had
an emission. I am saved. I shall feel myself so relieved. You have
forbidden my going with other women. You are determined that I shall not
have a discharge with anyone but yourself, and that I have fucked
(_baisé_) no one but you. Oh! how I must love you.
It is two o’clock in the morning, I have violated and well worked you,
kissed, frigged, licked, and sucked you, obliged you to yield to my
desires, the most debauched, the most shamelessly degrading during the
whole of the afternoon. All the afternoon, too, I have got you to suck
my member and my testicles. I have made you pass your tongue between my
toes and under my arms. I have compelled you to paint your body, to
drink my urine. I was almost on the point of getting you sucked and
licked by a pretty Lorette, perfectly naked, between your legs, and to
make you piss into her cunt in order to make the depravation more
debased than ever. I have had discharges from jealously. I have
discharged at least forty times; and when, after having left you to go
to my club, I returned home, and finding you fast asleep from
exhaustion, I awakened you and insisted upon your frigging me with your
rosy fingers, all the while licking my several parts. You implore me.
You are wearied, but I am intractable. You must do it in order to excite
you as much as I am myself excited. I suck your breast with frenzy. The
sucking that I have given your bosoms, and the fear you have lest I
should fetch a young girl to violate you with her breasts in your cunt,
filling your womb with her milk, excite your senses, and then you hear a
voice whose sound alone so pleasingly tickles your womb, saying to you,
“My pretty mistress, I implore you to abandon your (?) to me. I will
love you so fondly. I will be too kind and gentle, I am so handsome, I
will do all you can possibly wish. I know so well how to have and suck a
woman, my member is enormous, it is beautiful, rose-coloured, large,
long, hard and vigorous. Yield yourself to me.”
Tell me if you like this one.
When you are ready you will call me so that I may come and say my daily
“How do you do?” You will begin by taking my —— out of my trousers, then
half opening your gown, you will lift up your pretty chemise with one
hand, and will pass your other arm, soft as satin, round my neck. I
shall embrace you tenderly, then I shall lick your snow-white shoulders,
your bosoms, which seem to be bursting from the imprisonment of your
rose-coloured stays embroidered with lace. I shall lick between your
legs, over your divine little bottom, your nymph-like thighs being at
that moment on my knees; then you will place your angelic little feet,
with your stockings on, one after the other in my mouth. After this you
will send me into the dining room, in order to get rid of the servants,
and, by this time, filled with an amorous and impassioned languor, each
of your movements breathing forth the frenzy and voluptuousness of
passion, you will come and join me. There will be only one chair, and
the table will be laid for only one person. We shall each of us have
only one hand free, I the right, and you the left; then you will sit
upon my left leg, which you have found the means to make naked; you will
have unfastened your gown in such a way that it will hang down behind,
and your right hand will caress and stroke my enormous prick, which you
will have taken between your legs without putting it into your angelic
cunt, whilst my left arm will wind itself round your lovely waist in
order to bring you still nearer to me.
After breakfast, which will have lasted till half-past twelve, and which
will have given you strength, we will go into the little rose-coloured
boudoir. I shall place myself in a low narrow chair, and as I shall be
very much excited by your enchanting looks, my enormous member will come
out of its own accord from its prison, and you will sit astraddle upon
me, introducing, with the greatest difficulty, my pretty and vigorous
prick into your pretty girl-like cunt, when wriggling about from sheer
enjoyment you will stop its movements every time I tell you I am on the
point of discharging, so as to increase my desires and my transports of
happiness. Then in half an hour’s time you will get up and place
yourself upon the sofa, whilst I, at your desire, shall rip off all my
clothes; then you will get up from the sofa and take off your
dressing-gown only keeping on what you have underneath. In my turn I
will stretch myself on the sofa, getting every moment more delirious
with passion, for your dress, betraying the delicious outlines of your
figure, without revealing them entirely, will render me almost beside
myself, and will make my prick so long and so stiff that you will hardly
be able to sit on its point without being fucked, in spite of its size,
which will force from you sighs and murmurs of rapture. At last, when
once seated, fucked by my manly and powerful prick, you will throw
yourself backwards. I should lean my enraptured legs against your
bosoms, in order that you might lick my feet, while you would pass your
amorous and divine legs, softer, whiter, and more rose-tinted every day,
over the whole breadth of my chest, placing your tiny goddess-like feet
in my mouth. As our desires would augment at every moment, you would
allow me, would even ask me to take off your garters, your pretty
stockings, and your slippers, in order to procure me the luxury of
licking every part of your body there, and of realising in the most
perfect manner the intense enjoyment arising from the contact of the
most delicate, the most woman-like, the most voluptuous member of your
body. My hands would frig your little love of a member, my manly prick
would kiss your celestial womb, and my thighs would caress your
delicious bottom. When I have worked you in this way for hours, ceasing
every moment you were on the point of emission, I should, as I withdrew
my member, let you at last discharge, and then an immense stream of love
would flow into my mouth, which suddenly and as if by enchantment would
find itself in the place of my member while your bosoms would be covered
with that white essence of which you are the only source in my eyes (I
had never known it before Homburg), and which would escape from my
amorous member.
Every day after dinner, reclining voluptuously on a couch, you would
snatch a few moments of repose while I was taking off all my clothes.
When I had finished, and when I, filled with love, had shown myself to
your contemplation, you would give up to me your place upon the sofa,
and assuming the most seductive, the most coquettish, and the most
graceful attitudes, would come and play with my member, whose vigour
would arise solely from the sight of your pretty costume, which, I am
convinced, would render you more delicious than the most graceful fairy.
You would love me so deeply that I should cease to have any power of
will, you would have exhausted me, sucking me completely dry, nothing
would remain in my prick, which would be more full of desire, more
enormous, and stiffer at every moment. My languishing eyes, gentle as
love itself, surrounded by large dark blue circles caused by your look,
your tongue, your bosom, your cunt, your member, your heavenly little
bottom, your legs, your fingers, and your angelic little feet would tell
you how complete was my happiness, my intoxication, my ecstasy, and my
faint, exhausted but happy voice would give you the same assurance,
would murmur with rapture in your ears—“Oh how I love you, my lady love,
my divine little virgin, caress me yet once more, again, still again, it
is a dream. Thank you, oh, thank you and yet again. Oh I am in heaven,
do not pause, I implore you, suck me harder than ever; lick me well; oh!
what rapture; ask me what you will, it shall be yours. You are my
mistress, no other but you in the whole world can transport me in this
way. Frig me with your knees. Oh! oh! oh! I am going to discharge,” and
my half-opened mouth would prove to you my enjoyment, and the thirst I
had for the bliss you could confer.
Then, more full of passion than ever woman lover had ever been, and
enraptured as you listened to my voice, so completely beneath your sway,
listening only to your own love, you would raise your little coquettish
petticoat, and pressing dear little loves of calves more closely
together, for you could be on your knees, resting upon my little blue
veins, you would frig me in this manner, with greater vigour than ever
sitting down every now and then upon your fine little heels, in order
the better to release my beautiful prick, perfectly straight and rudely
swollen and inflamed with passionate desires, from between your divine
thighs, as soft as satin, and as white as snow, to better introduce the
wet tips of your lovely and velvet like bosoms into the seductive little
hole of my member, whilst my knees raised slightly behind would gently
caress your bottom, so as to give you some little satisfaction in your
turn; and at last, unable any longer to retard the moment of emission,
you would bend forward, resting upon both your hands, to increase my
desire, and keeping yourself back a little distance from me, while your
petticoats would now cover my head, and act almost like an electrical
conductor upon me, you would intoxicate me with the perfume exhaled from
your legs, from your member, from your cunt, from your bottom, and
lastly, you would slake my thirst and complete the celestial transport
by pissing, with eager rapture, between my burning lips some of that
woman’s nectar which you would alone possess, and which, emanating from
you alone in the world, is worthy of the gods. It would be half-past
eight.
You cannot form any idea of my excitement at this moment. I hope you
will like this, and will answer me prettily. Am I sufficiently in love?
And do you believe there will be another woman in the whole world beside
yourself for whom I shall have any desire? Oh, how wild is the longing
that I have for you at this moment; and this nectar I have spoken of,
from whom else could I care for it, could I endure it even, whilst from
you what mad delight! Tell me, do you believe this? You know it
perfectly well, I am sure; these are not mere words. Tell me that you
will piss into my mouth again when I ask you. I am now going to try to
sleep, but what chance of doing so with this love that consumes me. I
must await your pretty letter of tomorrow morning, for it is that alone
which will excite the flow and stream.
At half-past eight you would like to conform to the usages of this room
of mirrors, and as your desires have become greatly inflamed by my own
state, and by the soft and sensual temperament of our bodies, you would
ask me to undress you, in order that, being completely naked, I might
the more easily overwhelm you with my most passionate caresses. I should
then strip you of everything, except that in order that your feet might
not come into immediate contact with the looking glasses upon which we
should be walking, I would slip on your feet a pair of tiny little
slippers, with little silk soles, at a distance they would hardly be
visible.
Someone is coming. Adieu till tomorrow.
And larger and stouter than that of my little darling, and so
indifferently shod with shoes. (Their boots are pretty.)
Adieu, my angel, I finish this so as to be enabled to add a few lines to
the picture—it is late. I love you with all my soul, with love, respect,
and adoration. Nothing yet has been heard about de L. R. It is very bad
weather, and my father is still no better.
I would take you for a drive either in a pretty barouche or in a
phaeton, your toilette would be beautiful but simple. I would only
insist upon your wearing a veil, for my love and happiness would render
me somewhat egoistical with regard to others. We should not be serious
all the time of our drive, for at every instant I should steal a kiss,
and your feet would be resting on mine.
We should return home about half-past five to dress for dinner. You
would change everything, and without paying any attention to what our
servants might think, I should put on a loose pair of trousers, prettier
than what I had worn this morning but, like them, opening in the front.
As for you, my own love, I should insist upon your dressing yourself as
a ravishingly pretty little _danseuse_, with some little difference,
however, in my favour. Your hair would be in curls, falling all round
your head, upon your beautiful naked shoulders. You would crown them
with a pretty garland of flowers, such as I like for Aimée. You should
wear a light-coloured muslin dress, very low and very short, up to the
knees, your arms bare, and the skirts exceedingly full (the body of
which would be transparent, and refine and reveal the divine shape of
your angelic bosoms), your legs, perfectly naked, would be visible
amongst a mass of folds of muslin, and would be covered by little
open-work stockings of rose-coloured silk, fastened at the instep by
bows, like the dress, and on your tiny virgin feet you would have little
satin shoes, without soles. To pass into the dining room, so as to avoid
catching cold, and also prevent the servants revelling in the sight of
my treasure, you would envelope yourself from head to foot in a long
veil. During dinner I would try to remain tolerably quiet so that you
might eat and strengthen yourself for the evening, which would be a
fatiguing one. Our servants would have directions not to enter until we
rang; during each course you would open your veil, and turning towards
me (for you would be on my right hand), you would place your pretty legs
across mine; immediately my manly prick, which your love would render
daily more and more delicious, would display its vivacity, and you would
caress it with your lovely satin-like calves, your chair enabling you to
do this, being tolerably large, with only one arm on the right, while
mine would be much lower, that would not fatigue you much, and this is
what you would say to me, “Am I not bewitching and delicious? Do you not
think me voluptuous? and regard me as your mistress, holding you under
my entire subjection? I am very happy to please you this way.” And I
should answer, “Yes, I am your slave; you give me the greatest enjoyment
that can be had; there is not a woman in the world who possesses the
attractions you have; you make me do anything, you are the queen of
voluptuousness, of enjoyment. No one knows how to make love as you do.”
At last at the dessert you would glide gently upon my lap, allowing your
petticoats to flow behind. I should suck your bosoms, for as the
servants would be getting their own dinners, I should have thrown your
veil quite off, and you would then appear enveloped in all your many
charms. Then I should give you your dessert, which would consist of a
biscuit moistened with that white essence which you alone in the whole
world have known and know how to produce in me, and for my reward you
would allow me to make my wine for dessert. I would then place my
wine-glass between your legs, opened voluptuously wide, and you would
let that delicious urine flow into it. The intoxication that this
fragrant liquor would produce would be the signal for my most passionate
caresses.
You would begin by placing yourself astride me, and I should thrust with
the greatest difficulty my virile member between your legs. In this
position we should leave the dining room, I carrying you along by the
stiffness of my member, while every step I took would make you wild with
excess of enjoyment. We should go into a pretty boudoir, the floor of
which would be completely covered with looking glasses, and filled with
furniture intended by their shape and softness to augment the
voluptuousness of our embraces. No costume whatever would be put on in
this room. Nudity alone would have a right to remain there. There would
be pieces of furniture to excite the senses and whereon to recline,
others enabling us to suck each of our members, to lick, to frig, to
kiss, to enjoy, to complete our performance, to discharge, to fuck, in
one word, to supplement and promote the extremest refinements of the
most celestial and most perfect of all enjoyments.
The continuation on some future occasion my fear of exciting you will
depend somewhat upon my letter of this evening or tomorrow, and
particularly upon the frank and sincere reply for which I ask you for
the day after tomorrow.
Send me back the beginning.
You cannot have the faintest idea of my dread when one of these sheets
is on its way.
Why do you trouble yourself to pay so much attention to style and
writing—that takes time. I never read mine over, and that is so much
time gained.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF THE LETTER WRITTEN BY THE COUNT ALMOST ENTIRELY
IN CYPHER
Here is the response of my heart, my beloved adored one.
Thou shall have it as soon as I shall dare to send it to you.
Thou shalt belong to me entirely one day, perhaps in eighteen months,
and then here is the existence which you shalt have the grief to be
compelled to lead.
In the apartment which I depicted to you the other day, and with the
toilette that I require of my beloved lady, my lady mistress is to
render herself every day between eleven o’clock and noon.
She will find there thy loving husband, all fresh and in every respect
desirable (_gentil_), clothed in a dressing-gown of very light texture.
From noon until three o’clock this is the programme.
At noon thou wilt stretch thyself on thy easy chair, thou wilt loosen a
little thy girdle and open thy pretty dressing-gown. I on my bent knees
at your side shall lick you with my tongue, while my arm shall encircle
thy divine waist and thy two naked arms shall encircle my neck;
afterwards softly widening thy virgin legs thou will cast aside all that
which hides from the eyes, and you will place me between those divine
legs.
Successively I shall lick with voluptuousness thy neck, thy shoulders,
under thy arms, thy breasts. I shall suck with force those chaste little
bosoms, which by their swelling would desire to escape from the pretty
little rose-coloured stays; then passing to thy intoxicating cunt, I
should suck it with such an amount of frenzy that thou wouldst discharge
for the first time in my mouth.
This done it will have so much excited me that, taking thy place, it
will become your turn to mount between my legs, and licking all my chest
thou wilt finish by frigging with passion my prick, which will become
longer and straighter than ever.
As soon as thou shalt feel the enjoyment coming thou wilt cease, in
order to lick the parts adjoining.
At one o’clock thou wilt want to make water, then my mouth adhering
between thy legs, thou wilt allow me to swallow all, then lying down
again on thy little belly, I shall lick with fury thy bottom so
voluptuous, and thy delicious legs.
Afterwards it will be thy turn to continue thy caresses upon me.
At two o’clock both of us elevated in a supreme degree, lifting up thy
little chemise in front we shall do the business, that is to say, that
surrounding me with vigour with thy legs, thou wilt make efforts in
order to fuck thyself (_enfiler_), but my member will be to such a
degree enormous that we shall have all the trouble in the world (the
delights corresponding to the efforts). At last, once entered thou wilt
procure, by my movements and my pauses, such enjoyments that I shall
hear you uttering the softest murmurs of thy voice, and so that thou
wilt wriggle thyself on my ravished prick which will still further
augment thy transports.
Thou wilt enjoy thyself thus three times. At the third time I shall suck
thy breasts with such passion that thy eyes depicting a heavenly languor
and a divine abandonment, thou wilt empty out upon me thy
delirium-causing seminal fluid.
That will last until half-past two o’clock, then we shall sleep together
thus until three o’clock, and at three o’clock thou wilt go to dress
thyself in order to go out or to receive visits.
Behold, the following part shall come to you if the commencement pleases
you.
Mem. The commission herein is returnable in Paris, 24th June, 1866.