Letters from a Friend in Paris- letter-5

LETTER – V

A gap in the correspondence occurs here; Louisa has returned and Tom and she are meeting at Harry’s studio

I closed my last letter with an intimation that we turned in for a delicious night. It was so in fact. My darling Louisa, like all her sex who have committed infidelity to us, seemed to grow doubly loving and endearing in her caresses. I don’t think we ever enjoyed a more delicious or lengthened fuck than we had after our first endearing embraces.

Louisa excelled herself in the salacious lubricity of her serpentlike movements. There was a greater suppleness of body and an intertwining of our limbs in closer conjunction than we had ever before experienced.

We seemed to quite grow to each other and, when the last grand crisis came, our very souls seemed to exhale, and we sank closely embraced in a death-like languor of perfectly satisfied lust; without a movement, we both fell into a long and deep sleep, which our previous double encounter had well earned.

I awoke late in the morning, still soaking in that most exquisite and delicious cunt, which had retained me in the grasp of its velvety folds with unfailing tenacity.

My prick was, as usual in the morning, already in a state of vigorous stiffness, and I gradually awakened my beloved mistress with the gentle titillations of a slow movement. She opened her lovely eyes, and turned them in all their force of love and lust, to press her lips to mine. Our tongues were not idle; our hands wandered over all our mutual beauties. The torch of love fired our souls; our bodies united in action to extinguish Cupid’s flames.

On recovering our senses, we rose for a few necessary minutes and then rushed once more into each other’s longing and loving arms, again to dash on love’s furious course and die again in all the agonies of satisfied desire. Once more, but this time in her delicious arsehole, did I quench the raging lust she so easily excited.

We had a most delicious arse-fuck, quite as much enjoyed by Louisa as by myself. Then rising, we purified ourselves, dressed, and sat down to a reinvigorating breakfast, with appetites worthy of the plates set before us. After this, we arranged that she should come to me on both the following days and also on the third an hour before Tom’s arrival so that we might renew the sweet combats of love which were so dear to us both. She left me, and the light seemed to depart from my studio.

I have grown to love that dear girl beyond any love I have ever felt before, and it is only the certainty that I shall continue to enjoy her quite as freely as I do now that reconciles me to let Tom have her.

Tom came to me in the evening and raved about his beloved Louisa. The after-thoughts of the joys she had yielded him, and the exquisite beauties of her form and figure, had seemed to him since to surpass the reality, and now his whole soul was absorbed in the idea of again enjoying such exquisite delights.

I was glad to see that all his old affection for that dear girl had returned in increased force so that we might be able to mould him to our will in every way. He was very anxious to shorten the interval, but I told him it was too late to do that, and that since only two days more were to intervene he must put up with it.

When he was leaving me, I told him I was going out for the whole of the two following days, so that it would be useless his calling up to see me.