The Passion of Mademoiselle S. by Jean-Yves Berthault Read Free Book Online

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?
    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
    ----

    *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