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Le Moulin Galant was made up of two sections; the cheaper one was called the Deputies Chamber and cost ten francs for five minutes, and the more expensive, the Senate, cost fifteen francs. Paris was indeed the city of unlimited pleasures, although its pleasure houses were regulated by the authorities; girls were submitted twice a week to a medical examination, a precaution that was far from being observed at the time in other major cities in the Western world. Simone would have had no difficulty in obtaining one of these “aids” from one of these exclusive establishments, even though opening the door would have required some courage; clients were men only, and the women who would venture to the brothels were not usually of the highly educated classes. Simone would have felt out of place to be sure, although it’s clear Simone did not lack audacity. I can hear her inquiring as to the materials the “aid” was available in, perhaps ivory or Bakelite? Bakelite was one of the very first plastic materials and had just been invented, and was making its way into all art deco products of the time. Through the letters, we gather that Simone started with a reasonable-sized aid, and later became increasingly “ambitious”…

TUESDAY
My dear love,
    Thank you for your long, chatty letter that I had been hoping for so eagerly. I needed to read your wildest thoughts to convince myself that you truly are happy in my arms. What makes you say I am demanding? Are you not demanding too, my loved one? If my letters are a pleasure to you, then you must see that yours are also a great joy to me.
    Yes, my darling, I do apologize for going back on my word. I promised to bring the precious aid but, I so hope you will understand, I still felt unsure at the last moment. I am afraid I shall look so depraved, so perverse! And yet, I cannot explain the madness that makes me want to experience such sensations when I am with you. You make me happy, my dear darling, so happy. I have such delicious experiences in your arms, and now that my body has developed a taste for your attentions, it would not tolerate more chaste behavior. You cannot imagine how I long for your touch. Feeling you naked against me, stroking every inch of me, stirring in you an imperious urge to take me, it all drives me wild, you know. Oh, the intoxication of watching your twitching cock gradually drawing up to his full height, taking him greedily between my lips, seeing the glow of pleasure that this special caress brings to your eyes. And then touching you in the other place, that is what you long for when you press up against me, yes it is what you are hoping for, darling, I know that now. I felt your whole body tense at the feel of my tongue, and when I drove my finger in deeper, a shudder of pleasure told me you were very close to climaxing. I wanted to create the illusion that I was no longer a woman, so I pushed myself hard up against your quivering buttocks and put my free arm around you, while my impatient finger probed your secret depths. Is that what you want? What you are hoping for? Are you forgetting my gender? Are you so perverse, my dear beloved, that you want to think of me as a man when your pleasure reaches its culmination? You are right, my loved one, being taken in that way is the most astonishing sensation, and I would not resent it if that were your secret desire. If I can give you the same pleasure, so much the better, and I find it arousing to think it is I who am taking you. I have devastating climaxes when I straddle you like a man. What would you like me to do to create an even more real illusion? Is there something I can add to what my own body has to offer for the sake of your pleasure? Tell me if there is. Be my guide. I shall follow blindly. No, we should not stop now. We are sliding a little deeper into depravity every day. Our perversion is leading us into the wildest fantasies. But which of us is complaining? We signed an unspoken pact from the