Yes, if we are to love each other as we would wish to, we need a discreet little nest where nothing can interfere with our embraces. We need to shut ourselves off from the world so that we can be just “us.” This winter we shall look for somewhere, would you like that? Because, alas, right now you are going away for such a very long time. Three long weeks without seeing you, without loving you. Oh, darling, it will feel such an age.
But when you return, if you still want me (you see, I didn’t say if “you love me”), you will find me impatient to be in your arms again, savoring your ardent attentions. If you like bruising my buttocks, then I shall offer them to you with no reservations or fear because now that I have suffered the whip, I am no longer so afraid of it and I know how much pleasure it gives you when I submit meekly.
My loved one, I am your dear little slave. Treat me as such but keep all your caresses for me forever and ever.
Do you know how fond I am of you, do you? Do you know how terribly I love you now?
My darling, my little god, you have such gentle eyes. Give me your lips too. It is such a delight, so sensual, lying in your arms, quivering to your touch, even when you are at your most brutal. Feeling you inside me, in my shuddering ass, as you probe it so ardently with your cock, is the most incredible sensation, it goes beyond anything I have known or could imagine.
Oh yes, I shall give you that sensation. I shall be the one taking from behind and you will come with such voluptuous delight.
I love you.
Till later, my loved one.
Your Simone
My darling love,
I am sending you the long letter I promised.
First, though, I must thank you for the four long passionate pages you sent me on Friday. How can I describe all my joy when I pried open the envelope and found those ardent, tightly packed words? Of course I had been wanting a letter but could not have hoped for one so lengthy because, since Bandol, I have lost the habit of reading such missives from you.
When I tore myself away from you my whole being seemed to break in two. We were so close to each other on Friday! I could feel your whole adorable body throbbing against me, and your cock stiffening in my hand; oh, I would have taken you with such passion, my adored one. I had never felt every inch of me quiver so profoundly as it did then. I had the absurd notion that I might be leaving you forever. This thought flashed across my mind, and I held you to me passionately, pressing your lips as I imprisoned them with my own.
And for two days and two nights, my maddened mind and rutting body longed ardently to be back with you as you waited patiently for me.
And now I have just been in your arms, my lover whom I adore. I have come from your arms with no thoughts in my head and no strength left, but every ounce of me remembers and still shudders to the fire of your kisses. Oh, what a wonderful hour I have just spent with you! The door is barely closed before you reach out your arms to me and I bury myself in them, quivering all over with desire and love. Your mouth presses against mine in an endless kiss that intoxicates us both. Your hand slides slowly toward my thighs while I reach for your cock, which is already beginning to rear its proud head. At last you uncover the beloved little hole, and your willful finger buggers me while I rub up and down your cock and reach for your balls to stroke them gently. With our lips still together, we stay there pressed against each other as our desire climbs to more imperious heights.
Oh, quickly, quickly…every minute is precious, my beloved, and I am so hungry for you, for every inch of your body, which so haunts my nights alone.
Look, I am naked already, lying on the bed and waiting for you. Hurry, my beloved, come and join me.
But your much loved body really is too tempting with its glorious soft white skin, and that straining cock stirs the wildest desire in me. I take it right into my mouth. I cannot suppress a groan of pleasure. Beneath my lips it gradually arches and grows fuller still. I am happy, my dear love, but you too now want to taste my pulsating flesh.
You press your mouth to my cunt. Your lips circle my button, which jolts deliciously to this inflaming touch. Every inch of your flesh is close up to mine. Your mop of brown hair disappears between my thighs, your stomach presses against mine. You brace your thighs on either side of my cunt. I still have your cock in my mouth, but your deliciously tempting brown balls are within reach of my lips. I shall attempt a still more unusual caress, one I have not dared try before. Very gently, my mouth draws in that warm flesh, and there between my lips, I feel one of your balls thrilling and quivering. My avid mouth smothers it with kisses, sucks in all of it, and my lips close around it. There it is inside my mouth, quivering like a little bird, and it is wonderfully delicious. Under the effects of this new ministration, your whole body shudders and thrills. It weighs more heavily on mine, we are now reduced to one being, tightly bound together. And for many a long minute, not relaxing our grip for a moment, we suck deliriously on each other’s flesh, and our painfully ardent climax leaves us panting.
Oh, the love with which you lick this flesh, Charles. While your tongue carries out its devilish work, you bugger me with two fingers, and all I can feel is boundless intoxication. This orgy makes you groan with pleasure and I beg for mercy. How long is it before I do? No one could say.
I have no strength left, quite spent, but you are not yet satisfied and you drive the formidable rod*1 into my ass. There, my beloved, watch, watch. This is what I do when I am alone and my longing for you is too powerful. The rod goes in and out, back and forth in my shimmering flesh. I’m fucking myself before your eyes. You slip one finger into my ass, then another, and I rub at my button while my tongue probes your hole, deep inside.
Could anyone dream of a more thorough orgy, a more perfect perversion and debauchery? We experience every pleasure, every climax together, gasping with sadistic*2 delight. These wonderful ministrations are making us lose our minds, and it is not over yet, oh no, it’s not over yet.
My nails claw at your flesh but I am exhausted. You have emptied my mind and my cunt with your demonic embraces, administered with such perfect skill. Now I should like to watch my lover’s body buck irresistibly in its final exploit. I want to watch him climax at last, right to the last drop, just as he did for me.
Your tensed fingers grip your cock. “I’m tugging myself, darling, I’m tugging myself,” you say in a strangulated voice. Turn toward me. I don’t want to miss a moment of this sadistic action. Your gorgeous eyes blaze with an ardent fire. You gaze briefly at your mistress’s body still lying beneath you. You seem to be looking for a place to discharge your come. I’m ready, my beloved, ready to receive this sacred baptism, which will connect me forever to my lover’s body. Tug it, tug at that magnificent cock stiffening beneath your fingers, tug again and again. I want to feast my eyes on this unique sight: Performing the most perverse of gestures among all gestures, we are scaling yet new heights in our depravity. My lips and my ass have so often drawn your sperm out of you, but today it is you who will give it to me.
The first droplet beads at the end of your member. You close your hand still tighter; then I slip a headstrong finger between your buttocks and probe deep inside. A gasp, a cry, a shudder through your whole body and you ejaculate furiously, wildly over my breasts and my stomach. Your sperm jets out just as I wanted it to, abundant and hot, and my hand relishes in spreading it all over my body. I smother your cock with this beloved sperm. Oh, you made me so nice and wet, my darling, and I do love you so! I am happy, truly happy. I am yours forever, is that what you want?
My hopes have not been disappointed. We have committed our wild excesses just as we wanted to.
And you, my loved one, are you happy too? Did I meet your expectations? Did I succeed in bringing you to the most extreme of climaxes, just as you hoped I would?
Do you believe it would be possible to find embraces still rarer than ours? Would more sadistic passions be possible? Could even more thrilling delights be achieved, do you think?
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br /> I still have the traces of your kisses on my skin. I am exhausted by your absurdly skillful embraces. Tell me, who is it that teaches you such couplings, my most admirable of lovers?
How can I describe the joy of having your head between my thighs! Your lips pump out my come down to the last drop, because you suck me with such expertise that, despite the pain of so many successive climaxes, I do not have the will to tear your lips from my engorged button. If my touch makes you happy, I will lavish it on you with so much love, for there is no sweeter thing for me than feeling your flesh beneath my lips.
I shall think of you this evening. I shall look back over our excesses in my thoughts and dreams. I want to relive the ardent sensation of your sperm on my skin. It was unforgettable, and that perverse gesture of yours is engraved forever on my memory.
From now on when I think of you, I shall always picture you tugging your magnificent cock with an ardor matched only by my own as I contemplated that titillating tableau.
Tomorrow evening, if you can, I should like to have a long letter to read. I cannot wait to hear what you felt, my darling one, and I want you to tell me again if I brought you to a good climax.
Do you know how very tired I am? And I must end this letter, it is almost one o’clock.
Till tomorrow evening, my darling love.
I am smothering you with kisses as wild and mad as my love, all over you, everywhere. And if you want to make me happy, well then, press your expert tongue to my swollen button and make me climax helplessly, till I can no longer breathe. I shall take your adorable balls in my mouth and suck on them lovingly, not forgetting their handsome brother, your prick, which I do so adore.
Write soon, I love you, I am all yours.
Your filthy little Simone
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*1 Translator’s note: It’s not entirely clear in the French, but she appears to be using the “aid” here.
*2 Translator’s note: This word was not as commonly known or used in the late 1920s and it may be that Simone meant it more as a reflection of extreme sexuality than the cruelty it has come to mean now.
MONDAY, MIDNIGHT
My dear love,
I was beastly to you today, truly beastly. Please forgive me but I was aggrieved this morning for I felt sure I would find a long letter from you when I arrived at the office. Not only did I receive nothing but then at noon you seemed cold and distant, and I was hurt, very hurt. My beloved love, were you disappointed by our last assignation? Did I not succeed in giving you every sensation your body craved? Did you leave my arms dissatisfied, having failed to sate all your secret desires? Yet I wanted to afford you every possible ecstasy. I tried with the lowly means available to me, to find a new form of pleasure for you. I believe it is this that failed to give you the profound experience you hoped to have. I myself, though, have cast my mind back over the scene and found I had to get up out of my seat, prey to a fever in all my senses with no lover’s embrace to calm it. My darling friend, remember those moments we shared…You had barely finished undressing before you brought the whip down on my rump. Your blows lashed at my quaking flesh, which you then kissed. Your impatient lips delved around my brown hole, which hoped for much better things, and I was already filled with furious desire. Your hard cock strained toward me, and he too quivered with desire. He wanted my lips to caress him, to make his proud pink head swell further. He throbbed deliciously in my mouth, but we both wanted other things, your whole being craved the experience we had so often discussed…and the way you offered up your ass drove me to distraction. Now, the time had come for us to realize our demented dream, for you to feel as if you were being taken by a virile male member. With one finger I prepare the way, soon it will be followed by the aid (alas, a rather mediocre thing), which I have in my hand. Every inch of your most intimate flesh quivers in anticipation of this moment. I spread your buttocks but then I am not sure what happened. I am terribly afraid that you were appallingly disappointed. But my hand was on your cock, rubbing it up and down, and you were the one who signaled for me to stop. You were ready to take me. We were both carried away by a vertiginous climax. And later you made me so happy when you pressed your lips to my button. You sucked me exquisitely and afforded me the most exhilarating of sensations. And, my loved one, you ejaculated with your cock in my mouth.
What is it, darling Charles? Is it an illusion or am I right? Be frank with me, tell me the truth. Lies would be pointless between us…you know we have made no pledges to each other, and we are bound together only by our mutual pleasure. If my touch no longer has any appeal, if you now feel sated or even repulsed, tell me, my loved one, but stop inflicting the pain of seeing you so cold and distant. Telephone me tomorrow to tell me whether you would like to see me at noon or whether you would rather part on the farewell we said this morning.
I shall try to sleep with thoughts of you. I cannot promise to behave myself.
I press my lips to yours. I love you and smother you with frantic kisses. Till tomorrow, my darling.
Your Simone
FRIDAY MORNING
My darling Charles,
In among my mail this morning I found your pneu from yesterday delivered as a letter. You can imagine what I have been through since yesterday morning and the terrible night I have had. With no reply to my letter, I thought it was all over between us. So then, what could I do but suffer?
That is now in the past. I have heard your voice and my heart has pounded for joy. My dear little god, at last I know I still have you. The nightmare is now evaporating and giving way to the most exquisite of realities. But I really did suffer, you know. You will say it was my own fault. Perhaps, yes, but it was yours too because you have been so lackluster when with me these last few evenings that I can be forgiven for thinking only boredom with our couplings could have this effect on you. Come now, let us forget it. I shall learn to know you better, the better to love you.
And yet I love you so much already and with such profound tenderness that I do not believe it possible for my feelings to be any stronger. I saw yesterday just how much you mean to me and how I miss your touch. I cannot wait, I really cannot wait to hold you passionately in my arms, to revel in the smell of your skin, to swoon under your penetrating kisses that have captivated all of me. My dear love, I want to spend many more impassioned hours by your side and, while I am under your spell, I want to forget all the sad, sad hours wasted on tears and anxiety. Make sure you have plenty of pleasures in store for me, I have missed them for so many days. Make me suffer your violent onslaughts. My skin wants to feel the bite of your whip, and when you hold me captive in your arms, when you have toyed with my body as your cruel passion sees fit, you will give me the wonderful reward that I long for with every ounce of me.
Darling Charles, it has been so many days since we were last in each other’s arms! I am filled with the wildest craving for your whole body; my terror of losing you forever coupled with the boundless joy of being with you once more will propel me into your arms as a still more besotted mistress. I want to plant passionate kisses all over your enticing skin. I want to take your pulsing cock between my lips and tend to him until the best of you jets out. But what I want most of all is to take you again in that fierce embrace. I want to feel you shudder irresistibly. I want you to offer up your backside so my tongue and fingers can prepare your mysterious passage where my impatient “member” will eventually venture and take all of you, giving you that wonderful sensation again, the sensation that I know you crave as intensely as I do.
My loved one, when you want me you will find me so ready to love you, and ready to suffer, because I know you will make me suffer to punish me for being so bad. The letter you wrote yesterday includes a threat that I, should I not love you so much, would make me quake with fear. Beat me, darling, beat me, have your revenge. I belong to you, my whole body is yours. I am happy in your arms because I adore you. I am waiting for your telephone call. Could I come to you this evening? I cannot wait
to see you and claim my forgiveness from your beloved lips. Give me your mouth, darling Charles, and then your eyes. I love you, do you know that? I want to keep you forever and ever.
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