The Diary of Geza Csath by Geza Csath Read Free Book Online

true purpose was immediately from her behaviour, dress, and everything else. Because of the surprising ugliness of her face, however, I only laughed to myself about her. She had a sharp, upturned nose, deepset light blue eyes, pimply facial skin with large pores, and big wide lips. Her manner of speech was supercilious and mincing. She immediately mentioned her acquaintances among the nobility. Then she narrated the story of her marriage. Her husband, one of the most famous of Kormocbanya’s 10 cavaliers, had committed suicide. Some disease of the blood, it seemed, and the fear of paralysis. This conclusion is also indicated by the wife’s upturned nose. Unable to forget the phallus of her exceptionally potent drone, the widow attempted suicide shortly after the burial. She shot herself in the breast. She even showed me the bullet hole. Later, it seemed, she realized that pleasure could be obtained from other sources. Masturbation for one, and through men. Her face revealed that she practised the first much more often. During the examination of the genitalia, I was surprised by the beauty of the body, the pink, lip-like nature of the introitus and its blonde decor, the slimness and shapeliness of the legs. During the examination she exaggerated her embarrassment. When the speculum was introduced (only the smallest size would go in), however, her embarrassment
10. Kremnica
     
    Kormocbanya (Kremnica)
    did not impede her from enjoying herself openly. I stayed quite calm. She dressed, I wrote her a prescription, and excused her. (She had only a slight endometritis, with a minimal discharge.)
    In a few days she sought me out again. Another examination followed. By now, she stimulated me decidedly. Mainly I was affected by the nature of her pretentiousness, with its similarity to that of Charlotte. I was also struck by the woman’s insolence, her imbecilic, base nature, her poverty (she was the daughter of a postal official and lived off her parents), and her saturation with desire. She undressed agilely, her black pants clung tightly. At the same time she undid her long, ash blonde hair, which fell to her knees. On her feet were good patent leather shoes and quite high stockings. When she spread her thighs apart, I asked when she had last had intercourse.
    ‘Oh, a long time ago!’ she said in a stifled voice, and her eyes sparkled with a green light, revealing anxiety that perhaps she wouldn’t have it now, either.
‘And what would you say if I did it now?’
‘I would permit it,’ was her answer, while she hid her face, and her entire lower abdomen convulsed.
    I put on a condom, and there, on the examination table, I attacked, standing up. As much as she was able, she lifted her chalice to serve me better. My enjoyment was significant because her eyes sparkled wildly and her entire ugly being went through a peculiar transformation which excited and fascinated me. It was only the lack of a kiss which made the enjoyment imperfect. I did not dare to kiss her and did not even want to. As soon as I had finished I turned myself back into a doctor with insulting speed. I saw how much this woman enjoyed humiliation so I gave her her share, ordering her to dress quickly because others were waiting outside. She was ecstatic in her praise of the pleasure she had received.
‘It was a like a fairy tale, a fairy tale!’
    After that, she left. But first she planted hot, slavewoman kisses on my hair and back.
Afterwards, the woman looked me up four or five more times. I always insisted on delaying the appointment by a week, and she obediently accepted the terms. The sexual pleasure I felt with her grew further on the later occasions. I tried her out in all kinds of positions, and her peculiar, devilish character could produce something new and filthily stimulating in each new situation. Her tall, supple, but not thin build, finely modelled hips, and large mound of Venus were quite beautiful. And to go with them, that pimply,