The Passion of Mademoiselle S. (10 page)

My darling treasure,

How can I describe my delight last night when you took from your pocket the long letter I had given up hope of receiving! I needed those passionate words to intoxicate me still further, darling Lottie, and I am happy this morning.

I have read it many times and every sentence feels like a sweet caress to me. Oh, how I love you, my Charles! How could you fear I shall weary of you some day? Do you not know your own power, my beloved, do you not know how utterly I am yours, and will be forever? For even if we are to part one day, my body will never forget yours and will always bear the indelible imprint of your love.

Yes, darling friend, I have become filthy and depraved and I should like to be even more so to thrill you and keep you in my arms. I want to see your eyes swoon thanks to our orgiastic embraces, I want to see you maddened with perverted desire, throwing yourself on me, bruising my flesh, biting and scratching these buttocks you so love. I want to see you like a rutting animal taking this body that belongs to you.

My love, I too dream of a discreet love nest where we might at last be cut off from the world and might give free rein to our mutual vices. I can picture my naked body. I see my arms and legs tied to the four corners of the bed, with a fine rope tight around my wrists and ankles. My rump is offered up, as if taunting you. You too are naked, in all your splendor, and with your eyes clouded by desire, you press your lips to mine in a kiss that comes from your very soul. Ignited by this fiery kiss, I too shudder with longing, a longing for your body, but you want to make me suffer. You gently stroke my naked rump, following every contour. The exquisite feel of it makes my skin tingle and thrill. All at once a hideous whistling breaks the silence in the room. A cry, a victorious cry; another cry, a cry of pain. The whip leaves its red mark on my skin. Another lash and then another. I struggle in vain, I plead. My rump writhes desperately to escape the whip but still it comes, tirelessly. And you, my beloved, you stand there enjoying the suffering. I can see your stiff prick, your glazed eyes, your air of triumph. You so enjoy this victory, but taking pity, you untie the cords that hold me prisoner and free this defenseless body, it has suffered enough.

And now I am lying on the bed, pale and drained. My buttocks are smarting and red. Come and soothe them with a gentle hand. Bring your beloved lips to this wounded skin and, with your kisses, make me forget the painful ordeal your cruel perversion has inflicted on me.

Stroke every inch of this body, it is yours. Run your hands down my entire length. As they travel down, stroke my breasts, my stomach, and my thighs, and then slip between my legs and, below the dark curls, press you moist lips to my stiffened button, which longs for your kiss. Oh, what a wonderful moment! A ring of warmth around my button. Your skillful tongue reaches and probes and licks my most intimate flesh. Yes, there, loved one, there. Take this button between your lips as you would a hard cock. Again, again, go on, suck me, my dear love, really suck me. From my own dry mouth I cannot suppress gasps of pleasure and disjointed words, “Oh, darling, that's good, again, again.” And you tirelessly make me climax. My juices flow into your mouth and I beg for mercy.

Now we rest side by side. Your skin sticks to mine and I can feel my desire for you stirring again. No, my love, don't move. Stay there, my darling little god, your slave is going to adore you now. I bring my lips down onto your eyes, your gorgeous, adorable eyes alight with such intelligence, such energy, and such passion too, your glorious eyes, which I love above all else. Then my mouth moves downward and plants a long, ardent kiss on yours. My lips now travel over your chest, your stomach, and your thighs, but when they reach that magnificent cock and those balls they end their descent. Ah, darling, give it to me, give me your beloved prick. I want to have all of him in my mouth. I suck him steadily and feel him gradually swell to this moist kiss. I cup your balls in my hands and the feel of it makes your entire body shudder.

With my hands I part the buttocks you have offered up to me, your perverse beloved. I know what you want. There, can you feel my tongue sliding inside you? It delves this intimate flesh, which responds to its touch. I can feel you quivering with pleasure. My mouth sucks and licks, preparing the way for my arrogant cock.

Traveling down and up, up and down, its impressive head glides along the cleft of your ass. So that it can slide more easily into your tightly closed brown hole, I slip it into my wet cunt. Slick with my juices, how easily it probes into your ass, which I do so adore! There, feel it, there. A little cry, “Oh, that's good,” I know you can feel me in you. I'm taking you, my adorable mistress, I am your lover. And the miracle comes to pass, we change sexes. I pleasure myself over your buttocks and when I reach my climax my juices flow warm and soft over your skin. I scatter kisses over the brown hair at the back of your neck and drive my nails deep into you. But you have not had enough pleasure, my love. Come, kneel over my stomach. Tighten your fingers around your cock, which has returned to its resting state. Make it swell, my loved one, just as I am making my button grow with my finger.

My lascivious eyes drink in this titillating tableau. Your hand goes up and down the length of your cock. Going quickly, quickly, then slowly to make the pleasure last. And I follow your every move. Let me see what you do when you are alone, thinking of me. Remember Bandol, remember Narbonne, where my extraordinary letters tormented you. Is this what you did? Tug, my love, tug on your darling prick.

But now your eyes suddenly light up. Your fingers tighten around your cock. It is stiff now, its head is swelling, a droplet appears, the first. Lean right over my body, darling Charles, look, I'm ready.

Ah, at last. Give it to me, give it. A jet of sperm springs forth, thick and white and still warm. It flows over my breasts, over my stomach. You have just spilled it irresistibly over your filthy mistress's body and she is moaning with pleasure at the feel of it.

Now I am more yours than ever. You have baptized me with your come. My whole body has felt its delicious warmth.

My darling love, I am perverted but I should like to be even more so to please you, to keep you, for I adore you, you know that. Your body gives me boundless intoxicating pleasure and in your arms I experience the most voluptuous ardor. If I too give this to you, my love, then I am happy, but my task is more arduous for I am not the only mistress of your senses and, alas, you can compare me to other caresses. So, you see, that is why I go to such lengths to find new refinements, ideas, and attentions to try to fight, so that the time you spend in my arms is the best, so that this is what your senses prefer and long for, but, alas, shall I ever achieve that?

Think, my love, you think about it too, and tell me what you want. Am I truly the ardent mistress of your dreams? Or would you rather I were more gentle and passive?

One question has been burning my lips for a long time now, but would you answer should I ever ask it? And yet I would so like to know, oh yes, to know.

Goodbye, darling Lottie, I shall send you these long pages so that your thoughts are soon with me. Shall I see you this evening, my love?

A whole long week will go by when we shall not be free to love each other, but I do hope that we shall have the most ardent of sensations when next we can meet.

Ah, Charles, why does neither of us have a discreet, snug nest where we could be together? It would be so good to have our own “home” where we could behave completely freely without worrying about neighbors. I have never missed the precious solitude I had in July as much I do now. What wonderful times we would have in that room, my love!

Goodbye you, I do love you. Passionate kisses to your darling lips and your glorious body, the body of a young god. Till this evening, perhaps, till tomorrow.

Your passionate mistress who adores you.

Simone

SATURDAY, ELEVEN O'CLOCK

Oh, the appalling sadness that descended upon me, my dear love, when you were no more than a little black dot at the end of those endless platforms. With one last wave I bade you my farewell and when I realized I could no longer see you, I walked back the way we had come, side by side, just moments before.

Why did you leave me, darling Lottie, why did you leave me? Ten long days to live without you, far from you and your lips and your adorable eyes. I am appallingly sad, and for hours last night I kept seeing that relentless train, trundling, trundling, taking my love away. Oh, how I love you, my sweet darling, and how inescapably I am yours! Instead of diminishing my tenderness, every passing day reinforces it more surely, and I can no longer imagine my life without the warmth of your gaze, without the sweet brutality of your embraces, which have left their indelible imprint on every part of me, and which make my whole body quiver at the thought of them. I am passionately yours, I live for you, and for the hope of keeping you forever if you want that. I need to adore your glorious body, I need to swoon to the warm breath of your lips, and I need to feel your regal flesh taking furious possession of me, making me the happiest and most fulfilled of mistresses.

Oh, my darling love, keep me by your side, keep me in your arms. I love you, I love you to distraction.

My Charles, how did you spend last night? As I lay awake I could not stop thinking of the women who would be traveling through the night with you. I am so afraid of losing you, I am so afraid of everything, my loved one, that the least little thing alarms me and breaks my heart.

I am frantically looking forward to your long letter on Tuesday. I long for it with all my might. Will it be the letter my heart hopes it is? Will the distance between us kindle an ardent longing in you for all of my body, an ardent longing for my passionate and perverted attentions?

And yet how happy I was yesterday in the sadness of leaving you. I had you all to myself in that crowd of people, and you were kind, my little Lottie. I carry those memories in my heart, they will keep me company during your long absence.

I shall think about the profound happiness in store for us on your return. Ah, to be reunited with the intoxicating warmth of your body against mine, reunited with the glory of you.

I am nestling in your arms. Give me your lips, I want a long kiss from the bottom of our hearts. Remember all our couplings, darling Lottie, picture me in the most shocking of poses, unreservedly surrendering every part of my body, my cunt, my ass, my breasts, my mouth. Remember that all of it is yours, ready to give you the most ardent of climaxes, if that is your wish.

Do you want to keep me forever, my dear darling? Do you want to have me by your side, still loving and faithful? I would do anything not to leave you, to have you to myself forever. You are a wonderful lover, full of perversion, full of tenderness too, and spending an hour in your arms is all the happiness I need. I want to keep you forever, my sweet darling, and to take possession of your body for as long as you want me to. I shall never weary of your embraces or your kisses, never, ever.

I have managed to introduce you to this perverse, abnormal, and salacious coupling, and if that is what your body wants and hopes to have, if you have not grown indifferent to this embrace, I myself love it and I shall treat you to it with undying ardor.

Whatever pleasures your desires dictate, you know I like them all. If you have new passions, tell me, I shall make them my own as I have already made your vices mine.

I love you so much, my sweet darling, that nothing about you could displease me. Are we not inexorably bound by our wonderful past? Remember all our lovemaking.

Oh, come back soon, darling Charles, come back soon. Remember I am waiting for you, all aquiver with love, waiting to throw myself into your arms and nestle against your heart.

How endless these ten days will feel! Write to me as often as you can, my dear love, I should be so sad with no news of you.

Remember that I am here waiting for you. I shall count the hours till I see you next.

Be good, my dear love, when you are far from me. I derive some relief from knowing you will be alone for a week. My sadness is somewhat alleviated, but I am afraid of that woman who was eyeing you yesterday evening. I hope she let you sleep in peace. And I also hope my letter kept you company all night and kept any temptation at arm's length.

No, come now, I'm teasing you, I trust you, my sweet darling. But I love you so passionately that I am afraid of losing you. You cannot resent me for that, surely.

I am not sure that I shall be able to write again before Monday. I was hoping to be alone for a week but at the last minute an unexpected complication has kept my family here, so I am not sure how I shall manage to write to you. If you receive no more letters before Tuesday, you will know that, despite my own wishes, I have had to forgo the pleasure of telling you everything my heart, dictates to me.

Goodbye, my great love, I am putting my arms around your neck and pressing my lips to yours in a long, long kiss right from my heart, which is so full of you.

Come back soon, do come back soon, I am waiting for you. Send me a long letter, a very tender, very passionate one. Tell me how much you think of me, and how you would like me to love you when next we meet. Goodbye, my sweet darling, I love you.

Your passionate mistress,

Simone

WEDNESDAY MORNING

My loved one,

I had to wait until five o'clock yesterday before your longed-for letter arrived, and it felt as if the wretched day never wanted to end.

Imagine my impatience as I ripped open the two envelopes holding those passionate pages that I read with such profound joy. Yes, your letter is very much what I wanted, and I cannot stop rereading it.

So you do still think of me just as much as in the past, and the memory of my touch arouses you and maddens you when we are apart. I am so happy, my dear love. I was so afraid you had tired of my embraces and no longer loved me. Now I know, and it is an immeasurable pleasure thinking of the wonderful moments we shall spend together again.

You may be breathless with craving for my body, but, my loved one, you should know that when we are apart I am haunted relentlessly by your kisses. Like you, I want to press myself up against your body. I want to feel the extraordinary tingle of your skin against mine, and to make my own indelible imprint on you. I can think of nothing more wonderful, more blissful than the fusion of our two bodies. Before we engage in that ultimate furious embrace that leaves us exhausted, let us stay a while like this, lying against each other, close together, so close. Come to my arms, my loved one, I want to hold you to me, I want to breathe in the smell of your male flesh. I want to fondle every inch of your glorious nudity with my lips. Oh my beloved god, let me adore you, let me gaze on this wondrously beautiful body and hold it to my heart. We must not be too hasty today, we must savor that heavenly moment, the moment we are reunited, and then we can gradually feel desire accumulating inside us, desire for our more brutal and perverted embraces, for the abnormal couplings that our depravity has revealed to us.

My darling Lottie, I am picturing you in your room in Narbonne. You are lying naked on your bed rereading passionate letters from your mistress. Your beautiful body is calm and restful but slowly, gradually your hand ventures down between your splayed thighs. It reaches for and finds your twitching member and grasps it tightly between tense fingers. Your pink head swells with desire, your hand goes up, and down, goes up more quickly and tightens its grip, and you cannot tear your eyes away from the tantalizing lines I wrote in one last desperate appeal to your flesh from mine. Think of my shameless buttocks, think of my tightening cunt and all the different ways I touch you, and then tug yourself, my loved one, tug yourself. I can just see the way your hand jerks, the way you close your eyes in ecstasy. Your lips open slightly to utter my name. And your huge prick bursting full of sperm. Tug yourself, darling Lottie, and when you come I shall be there to harvest the sap.

I want you passionately, my sweet darling, and I have a fierce longing to take you.

When you return I shall give you every inch of my body. And you will make me come with your ardent attentions. My loved one, I want to belong to you still more wildly. But is it possible to imagine more than we do together already? As I write to you now, I wish you were beside me. I wish I could feel your skin thrill to my touch, and feel your beautiful prick. I wish I could swallow it into my cunt, yes, I wish you would fuck me. I love you so much that I find myself wanting that most ordinary of couplings. Oh, how intoxicating to feel your stiffened member probing slowly inside my flesh. And I am no longer sure which I prefer.

Yes, Charles, we shall have some wild exploits on your return. Our bodies will be irresistibly joined together by our supernatural ramrods and we shall never be able to forget each other, no, never. You are my mistress, are you not? You are my lover, are you not? Do the two of us not comprise four bodies? Why would we look elsewhere for other pleasures that could never possibly match our mutual perversion? Couplings like ours are rare things. Don't you think? And what a miracle it is that we have managed to provide all these unsuspected ecstasies for each other! Would you ever dare ask another woman for such unusual and perverse attentions? Would you dare ask her to be your indefatigable male lover? And could you now give up such pleasures? And what about me? Do you believe I could ever experience such couplings in any other arms but yours? As you can see, my beloved Charles, we are inexorably bound to each other by our perversion and our love, and so long as we enjoy taking our pleasure in this way, we shall take our pleasure together.

I will have a new “member” for your return. What madness! Tomorrow I shall tell you about the sadistic couplings we can have together. I hope to have another letter from you this evening, I shall reply to it and you will find my reply when you arrive on Monday.

Goodbye, my dear love, four more days to get through without you. But then I shall have you. I shall have you and I shall give myself to you with every ounce of my being, with all my heart.

My lips on yours in a swooning kiss.

Simone