The Passion of Mademoiselle S. (8 page)

My sweet love,

I have finally managed to get away from today's outing. I am the keeper of the treasure and no one yet knows why I am so keen to stay here. Let them have the great outdoors…My Charles, I just could not wait to be alone here with you, to come and tell you how tender my feelings for you are.

I have your little photograph before me now. You look out at me wisely with those gorgeous eyes, and your beloved mouth seems to be suppressing a mocking smile. I do so love you, my faraway little god, and I kneel at your feet to adore you with all the fervor of my love.

Two days already, two interminable days without seeing you, without reading your words, without hearing your captivating voice. I am so sad when I am far from you, my dear beloved, and oh how my heart is counting the hours until I can next feel your touch and your kisses!

Alas, there is still a whole long week to go before you come back to me, before I can hold you in my arms. And how many days will we have to wait before we can savor our magnificent couplings again? But at least you will be here beside me and I shall have the strength to contain my impatience for as long as I have to. But when we are far apart, my craving is exasperated. All our impassioned exchanges come crowding into my mind, arousing me with no hope of appeasement. No, far from your arms, far from your much loved and much longed-for body, I cannot be happy. I miss you immeasurably, my sweet darling, and I am only sad I cannot prove it to you.

I am picturing you now completely naked, lying on your back with your thighs raised to reveal your little brown hole as you offer it up to my ardent kisses. Your hardened cock thrills to the touch of my hot lips but my attentions are not focused on him. Oh no, it is your buttocks I want, your beautiful firm buttocks. I want to drive my impatient tongue between them, and press my avid mouth to your hole…Go on, please, let me, let me. Ah, my sweet love, it is so good sucking on this flesh, and what more arousing sight than a lover's adored body quivering with pleasure under the effects of these skillful kisses.

That is what I think of when I am far from you. That is what I crave, and your absence is painful. Oh, if I could be with you, my sweet little Charlotte, I should be so happy! Why did you not take me with you the other evening? Why did we not set off together toward oblivion, toward the joys of total possession, even if only for a couple of days? Oh, Lottie, to have you to myself, far from anyone else, for a whole night…what an extravagant dream!

Come back soon, my loved one, for alas we never have more than an hour together…Come back, so that we may be quite inexorably together for that one hour. I need your adorable body more than ever, and I want your arms around me, your wild kisses, your brutal, indomitable couplings, which leave me exhausted, which hurt me but also drown me in the depths of voluptuous pleasure!

And do you, like me, long for these salacious acts? Do you want to savor new vices in my arms? Have I succeeded in giving you unforgettable experiences? Are you happy with me? Tell me…

Shall I have a long letter from you tomorrow? I am horribly impatient and today will now feel interminably long! And how will you write to me? With your heart or with your perversions? What words will your body's cravings have dictated to you? Tomorrow shall I find one of those entrancing letters like those you wrote to me from your little room in Bandol six months ago? My dear love, I am afraid you are less passionate now. To think we are almost old lovers! Ten months, and counting, and is your desire any less pressing? Have you tired of me?

No, darling Lottie, no, don't tire of me….We have not exhausted our strength, and when you return we shall love each other so wildly that your lust for perverted excesses will blossom again to my kisses.

I hope you will be able to write to me again, up until Thursday, until you leave for Nantes. I shall be so appallingly unhappy all these evenings that lie ahead. I shall come home all alone, without you. And we have only a few days left to come here together, after that there is a four-month separation…

Goodbye, my great love. Do be good and think of me…I hope you have fine weather, as we do here, and that your brother and his family are all well.

Holding you tightly in my arms and taking your beloved lips in a long slow kiss from the bottom of my heart, which is so full of you.

I adore you and my whole life is now spent waiting for your return…

With passionate kisses on your two hands,

Your Simone

FRIDAY, FOUR O'CLOCK

Darling beloved,

A week ago now I had only just left your loving arms, quite drained by your exhausting attentions; you had spent a whole hour bending my body to suit your every whim, your every vice, and my whole being still thrilled with all the pleasure you had kindled in me. Oh, how expertly you made love to me, my dear love!

Alas, this week I must be good despite all the longing I feel, all my longing for your adorable body, which I should like to treat to a thousand ministrations. Your body that I should like to savor at every minute, every second, enjoying the rousing taste of it that sets my nerves on edge with insatiable desire. The more I have you, the more I love you. Far from wearying of the treasure chest that is your body, I only love it more. With every assignation you grant me, I find yet another reason to love you, and I leave you with an ever more pressing need for your kisses and your hands on me. When we are apart I think of the excesses we have just enjoyed together, and all our wonderful, powerful shared memories rise up to the surface of my heart. They unsettle its state of calm, they make it beat faster and I eventually fall asleep with my head ablaze and my limbs heavy, infuriated by so much pointless ardor, which you are not there to appease with a kiss.

Oh, I do love you, my dear one, I love you with such an extravagant, all-embracing love. I love you in a way I shall probably never be able to again, once I no longer mean anything to you. I have given you my whole life, my body, my heart, my thoughts, all of myself in fact, and I can tell I shall never take them back. Whatever happens to a love like this, whether you keep or break it, you shall be locked into my heart forever in all your seduction, all your charm and all your perversity. You will be the one and only lover for me, the one who can only ever be loved once, the one who reveals my true self to me. For a long time, perhaps forever, I shall feel the warmth of your touch deep in my flesh, and I shall always be yours, yours, yours.

Oh, my love, how I love you, how I hunger for you, for your adorable body. The memory of it haunts me constantly, irrepressibly. I love your girlish young flesh, so soft to the touch, so warm against my cheek. I love your little pink nipples and your virgin breasts where my mouth comes to rest. And your pale, taut stomach, and the brown curls between your thighs, the pretty flower of your pink cock with its mysterious hole, a soft nest in which my tongue can nestle. Oh, I shall soon have it, I shall have all of this body, won't I, my love, in just a few days! We shall meet in our room and I shall have all these treasures entirely to myself. My whole life is now spent waiting for the moment when you surrender yourself to me with all the shameless abandon dictated by our passion. You appear before me in the dazzling splendor of your nakedness, and my lips seek out the place where the kisses will do their best to arouse this flesh so willingly offered to them. And I know where that place is, I guessed where it was almost on the very first day. My love made me perceptive and I had not a moment's hesitation in directing my tongue toward your adorable ass. Oh yes, that truly is the best place for an arousing kiss, isn't it? Give it to me quickly, darling treasure. Ah, how I love it, and I kiss it tirelessly while my fingers pleasure your cock. And to ensure my victory is complete, I bugger you furiously. You belong to me, you are my plaything and I want to keep you forever and ever.

In a few days you will see my hands holding that monstrous tool that conquered your flesh. And that shocking sight put me in a quite demented state. Whatever will it be like, then, when I have an impressive dildo strapped around me, with its full balls smacking against your buttocks?

You will stay in the same position and, in order to hold you firm, I shall grasp your hips; I shall pin you down with my arms so you cannot escape the terrifying coupling I shall inflict on you.

I shall be truly happy when that day comes, darling beloved, and my wildest wishes will have come true. I live in eager anticipation of the moment when I shall become your lover,
your man
. Yes, I want to be your man just as you are my mistress. I want to give you the same pleasures you give me when your pink tongue tickles my cunt's pink button. Oh, Lottie, how expertly you get my juices spilling from me! Do you know, I am now filled with furious desire to be fucked, to feel my lover probing deep inside me to release waves of come. Yes, you should feel proud because you have taught me to love that coupling so much that I could not bear to be without it now. We are all square: I bugger you, you fuck me and we shall always keep it that way, shall we not, my loved one, united by our shared vices and our all-powerful passion?

Next week I expect we shall be able to love each other with our usual abandon. Our bodies will seek each other out in the half-light, our mouths will meet in endless kisses and our most intimate parts will be lost in each other in the most wonderful of couplings. I adore your sweet little breasts, they are the breasts of my imaginary mistress. They are charming, delicate little toys I can hold in the crook of my hand. Let me linger on them for a while. And you, my dear treasure, you will delve your impatient tongue through the secret folds of my cunt. I shall feel your warm breath on my engorged button and you will drink up the waves of juices released by your kisses. And you will kiss my nipples too. Do you know how I adore it when you do that? Darling, I cannot think of everything we might do but I am sure we shall commit great follies, shan't we, my loved one, for what could we do together but commit follies?

More than ever now I want to be “your darling slut” so you can find every pleasure in my arms. And you will be truly filthy with me so you can match up to your mistress, won't you, dear love?

What will you do, dear friend, when you have me beside you? Tell me quickly what you want of me when next we meet.

Oh, I cannot wait to take you in my arms and press my body up to yours to see the dark flame of desire light in your eyes. I like watching your desire escalating in sudden waves. It soon submerges you and you cannot fight the sheer strength of your blood beating violently in your veins. And you take me in an endless coupling that breaks me in two, bends me to your will and makes me shudder irresistibly. Yes, I am yours, do you know that, darling love? And do you want to keep me forever? Are you mine forever, my lover whom I adore?

You say I am the one who has made you the perverted creature you now are, I am the one gradually dragging you down the slippery slope of all-encompassing vice. Perhaps, but surely you too have instilled in me this craving for ever more pleasure, you have made me seek out peculiar and unsuspected ministrations. So, you see, our love was born of a meeting of minds, born of the thrill when our eyes met, and of the way our bodies called to each other. We came within touching distance of each other for days and days, and we both had the same intention, we both knew we must persevere, that happiness was there, in the fusion of our two beings. We gave ourselves before we even knew each other, and what came next proved we were right. Since becoming lovers, we have only ever known pleasure together, and the way we give ourselves and take each other affords us boundless ecstasy. Yes, let's keep it to the two of us, my dear love, just the two of us. If you want to, we could try this idea, which has become an obsession for us both, but I do not believe it will give us any greater voluptuous delights than our own ever more ardently pleasurable couplings.

Goodbye, dear love. Shall I find a long letter from you when I arrive on Monday morning? I do hope so. And now I shall say “see you soon,” for I hope we shall be making love in a few short days.

I adore you. My mouth wherever you want it. Just tell me, where?

Simone