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

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
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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