The Passion of Mademoiselle S.

by The Passion of Mademoiselle S [MF] (retail) (epub)

  Goodbye, my loved one, till tomorrow. I am kissing you passionately all over your adorable body and nestling in your arms to savor the full sweetness of your exquisite attentions.

  All of me is yours.

  Simone

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  * There is no doubt that Simone’s use of “foolhardy” here is in reference to vaginal penetration, and indicates a real concern about pregnancy. The main contraceptive method at the time was condoms, which when first used in the Middle Ages were made of animal bowels, until fabric was used in the eighteenth century. Rubber condoms became available in 1928, followed by liquid latex condoms in 1930, the year in which the love affair ends. Contraceptive coils were available but did not seem to allow full satisfaction. Abortion methods were still very primitive and dangerous, mainly involving knitting needles, which caused infections and frequent deaths. Simone’s concerns, therefore, are by no means groundless.

  Here Simone reveals to us an invaluable detail about her personality: Up to this point readers might have construed that she was quite devoid of restraint or morals. We now see that she actually struggled before allowing her passions to express themselves so fully. When in an earlier letter she mooted the possibility of using an “aid,” she mentioned her fear that Charles might find her depraved and perverted. And she uses vocabulary associated with society ladies of her day (“sinning”), although she mitigates this with her “Yes, that was how I saw it.” But none of this prevents her revealing her sapphic proclivities. So it is not that Simone had no boundaries, only that she took great pleasure in breaking them.

  My darling little Lottie,

  I dreamed of you very vividly last night. But why? Is it that I so regret not holding you in my arms this last week? Is it the sadness of not seeing you for two days? I cannot know. But in my dreams I lived the wildest ecstasies, and this morning I find I am still reeling from the violence of it.

  But oh, how I prefer the living reality to my dream, however sweet it may have been. I shall never forget our last assignation. I discovered in you the passionate mistress I had long dreamed of finding, you even went beyond my hopes. For I must confess, darling Lottie, that is another of my vices.

  In you, though, I found a twofold creature: a wonderful lover and a heavenly mistress. And I am filled with boundless happiness when I think of the last hour we spent together. I finally had you back in my arms after so many days’ absence. I planted fervent kisses all over your soft skin and, as we were both overwhelmed by an ardent longing for perverse release, you slid underneath me. There I was, on top of you, imprisoning you with my body, with my stomach pressed up to you. Oh, the madness that gripped us both then! I had become a passionate man and you, my darling Lottie, the filthiest mistress anyone could ever imagine. I could feel your entire body quivering beneath me. You reached for the triumphant ramrod, offering yourself toward my rigid member. In a series of voluptuous spasms you gave me all of yourself. Every expert flick of your hips answered my own movements. I fucked you wildly and you yourself anticipated my every thrust. For a few moments I really felt that I was the man and you the woman.

  In my madness, our roles were reversed and I had the most adorable of mistresses in my arms. Oh, Charles, surely you too want to experience that again? Surely you want to intoxicate yourself with such excesses? Do you not have ardent memories of that unique hour among all hours? Do you not want to reveal yourself as an indefatigable mistress, as you did then? Yes, Lottie, that is how I should always like to love you.

  I should like to locate the precious aid we still need. I should like to take you like that with a huge prick strapped to me. Your ass would not offer itself up to my stomach in vain, for with every thrust of the hips you would feel my cock driving deeper inside you, and you could then truly believe that I was your lover.

  My little Lottie, do try to free yourself for an hour this week. On Saturday…and come to me, come so I can fuck you passionately. I need your adorable body more than ever. Goodbye, my darling love. Do not leave me with no news until Friday. I am sad when you are away from me; oh, my love, I love you so much. If you have not tired of me, come quickly. We can sink once more into a sea of vice, our omnipotent master.

  Think back over our wild behavior and remember I am filled with an ardent desire for every inch of you, my adorable mistress. My every moment is spent longing for the magical gift of your arousing body, and I cannot wait to whisper in your ear all the passionate words dictated to me by my passion.

  Goodbye, adorable Lottie. Telephone me whenever you like. I am waiting impatiently for news of you, beloved little mistress.

  Holding you in my arms and kissing your delicious little ass with my whole mouth.

  My mouth on your lips in the wildest of kisses.

  Your Simone

  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.