The Passion of Mademoiselle S.

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Authors: Jean-Yves Berthault
first day we agreed to love each other. And, for now, nothing can break that pact but satiation. But we are not there yet, and we have many a pleasurable hour ahead.
    Yes, if we are to love each other as we would wish to, we need a discreet little nest where nothing can interfere with our embraces. We need to shut ourselves off from the world so that we can be just “us.” This winter we shall look for somewhere, would you like that? Because, alas, right now you are going away for such a very long time. Three long weeks without seeing you, without loving you. Oh, darling, it will feel such an age.
    But when you return, if you still want me (you see, I didn’t say if “you love me”), you will find me impatient to be in your arms again, savoring your ardent attentions. If you like bruising my buttocks, then I shall offer them to you with no reservations or fear because now that I have suffered the whip, I am no longer so afraid of it and I know how much pleasure it gives you when I submit meekly.
    My loved one, I am your dear little slave. Treat me as such but keep all your caresses for me forever and ever.
    Do you know how fond I am of you, do you? Do you know how terribly I love you now?
    My darling, my little god, you have such gentle eyes. Give me your lips too. It is such a delight, so sensual, lying in your arms, quivering to your touch, even when you are at your most brutal. Feeling you inside me, in my shuddering ass, as you probe it so ardently with your cock, is the most incredible sensation, it goes beyond anything I have known or could imagine.
    Oh yes, I shall give you that sensation. I shall be the one taking from behind and you will come with such voluptuous delight.
    I love you.
    Till later, my loved one.
    Your Simone

My darling love,
    I am sending you the long letter I promised.
    First, though, I must thank you for the four long passionate pages you sent me on Friday. How can I describe all my joy when I pried open the envelope and found those ardent, tightly packed words? Of course I had been wanting a letter but could not have hoped for one so lengthy because, since Bandol, I have lost the habit of reading such missives from you.
    When I tore myself away from you my whole being seemed to break in two. We were so close to each other on Friday! I could feel your whole adorable body throbbing against me, and your cock stiffening in my hand; oh, I would have taken you with such passion, my adored one. I had never felt every inch of me quiver so profoundly as it did then. I had the absurd notion that I might be leaving you forever. This thought flashed across my mind, and I held you to me passionately, pressing your lips as I imprisoned them with my own.
    And for two days and two nights, my maddened mind and rutting body longed ardently to be back with you as you waited patiently for me.
    And now I have just been in your arms, my lover whom I adore. I have come from your arms with no thoughts in my head and no strength left, but every ounce of me remembers and still shudders to the fire of your kisses. Oh, what a wonderful hour I have just spent with you! The door is barely closed before you reach out your arms to me and I bury myself in them, quivering all over with desire and love. Your mouth presses against mine in an endless kiss that intoxicates us both. Your hand slides slowly toward my thighs while I reach for your cock, which is already beginning to rear its proud head. At last you uncover the beloved little hole, and your willful finger buggers me while I rub up and down your cock and reach for your balls to stroke them gently. With our lips still together, we stay there pressed against each other as our desire climbs to more imperious heights.
    Oh, quickly, quickly…every minute is precious, my beloved, and I am so hungry for you, for every inch of your body, which so haunts my nights alone.
    Look, I am naked already, lying on the bed and waiting for you. Hurry, my beloved, come and join me.
    But

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