Letters from a Friend in Paris – letters 11

LETTER XI

It may readily be supposed that I was much more inclined to sleep than to be up and active. So I rang my bell and told them to bring me a cup of coffee and a biscuit. Under the pretence of a bilious headache, I begged them also not to disturb me for breakfast, but to make my excuses and request that I might be left in quiet, as I had had a very restless night, which was true enough. So after allaying my exhaustion with a delicious cup of cafe au lait, I sank into the deepest and most refreshing sleep. I slept until ten o’clock when dear Louisa’s loving kisses brought me to my waking senses. She told me the hour and said she had called me as she and Sophie were going out in the pony-carriage to make her last maiden visits. Papa, Fred, and Tom had gone off to Rouen to sign settlements, amp;c, and so I must get up to keep Mamma company.

‘And both you and I know what that means, you sad fellow.’

Here she insinuated her hand under the clothes, where she found but a half-stiffened piece of dough. So throwing the clothes off, she took it in her charming mouth, and with a suck or two soon stiffened it. ‘Dear Harry,’ she said, ‘be still a moment and just let me help myself. I shall not make you spend, but shall get a delicious one myself, which will make me look all the more blooming in my visits, and set all the men I shall meet raving with envy and desire.’

The dear libidinous girl stepped up on my bed and, lifting her dress well up, guided my now stiffened pego into her own ready and insatiable cunt. And sure enough, it was but a very short time before she came heavily down with her superbly large backside on my belly, impaling herself upon my prick up to the very balls, and pouring down upon it a boiling flood of delicious spendings, gripping my prick at the same time with such a terrific squeeze that I thought she would have nipped my pego right off.

It was very delicious all the same, and if she had continued such ecstatic pressures but a very short time longer, I could not have refrained from spending too. But the dear girl jumped up and said that would not be fair to Mamma, especially as she had already had a most delicious treat of cocks, for this made the twenty-fifth time she had had a prick into her since dinner yesterday, and though she would have no objection to doubling the number, she must remember others as well as herself.

There never was a more insatiable, lascivious, and lustful creature than this dear girl, nor one who possessed in greater perfection the art of exciting and pleasing men, and bringing them, no matter how often, to the desired result of gratifying her excessive lubricity.

She left me to dress. I was soon down in the breakfast-room, where I found everything ready for me, and dear Mamma most officiously and kindly helping me to every luxury of the table. Under such kind auspices, I soon completed a delicious repast, which dear Mamma recommended me to cap. I gladly accepted this, as I could see by the peculiar sparkle of her bright eyes that mischief was in the wind, and that I should need to have all my resources at hand.

As soon as breakfast was over and cleared away, I remarked that it would be a good opportunity of having a more favorable photograph of her than my last.

I saw she immediately adopted the idea, knowing that once in my photographing room we should be free from interruption. Seeing how ready she was, I boldly proposed that she should favor me at the same time with the opportunity of having some freer poses so that her splendid Junoesque form would enrich my private collection. She smiled an assent, though declaring that I was importunate, and asking how she could in any way give Juno-like poses.

‘By having looser robes, so as to give flowing lines of drapery and not confining the natural undulations of your beautiful form with stiff stays,’ I answered.

‘So, my dear madam, perhaps you will choose some flowing robes and shawls from your wardrobe while I go and prepare my plates. You can join me in the photographing room when you are ready.’

I could see by her pleased expression that I had relieved her from a little embarrassment, and that it was the very thing she wished to do, but without my suggestion might have hesitated in its accomplishment.

So while she went to her room to give orders not to be interrupted by anyone, and to prepare herself, I went off to arrange my plates, amp;c. I was hardly ready before she joined me, wrapped in a large, black, velvet mantle, and carrying a red shawl over her arm. I immediately complimented her on her admirable choice of colors, which could not more fully set off the beauty of her lovely skin.

‘Oh, my dear Mr. Hargrave, you surely do not expect me to show my naked body?’

‘And why not, my dear madam? These photographs are not for all the world, but for my own private collection, that I may retain a perfect similitude of the finest form I ever met within my life. So, my dear madam, pray to seat yourself on that couch, and let me arrange you in such a pose as will best convey an idea of your splendid and beautiful bust.’

My flattery told; she was all smiles and lent herself to all my hints.

‘Put down that shawl for the moment and throw the mantle on one side so as to show one bosom slightly exposed.’

On moving the mantle I found there was but a fine chemise below bordered with beautiful lace and fresh from the wardrobe.