a look while walking or in company with others was all that we had for consolation for eight long days.
At last Formatey could hold out no longer. He came to pay us a visit; my husband was at home. We chatted in a friendly manner, someone else came to call, he took his leave and my husband went to the door with him and returned to the room with our new visitor.
I do not know what instinct warned me that Formatey had not gone out of the house, but I excused myself as the visitor was talking business with my husband, and I went into the ante-chamber.
I had not deceived myself. Formatey had not left; seeing that there was no servant in sight, he was still standing inside the entrance.
On seeing me, he threw himself upon me, pressing me in his arms with violent passion.
'Dear Angel, how I am suffering and how long a time it has been.'
'And I have found it so, too!' I replied.
We were still standing between the doors and before I had time to think, our lips were glued together, my clothes were pulled up to the waist, his finger had penetrated into my burning cave which opened itself under his pressure and, my hand had seized his dear member.
What more can I say? Several moments passed and I gasped for breath, withdrawing my hand to find it entirely bathed in a warm and abundant liquor.
We made our escape in opposite directions.
Several days then passed and we were unable to join one another, then at last a happy moment of liberty arrived and we had an hour to ourselves.
Ah, how we profited by it! My lover appeared in my little room. I flew to meet him, I ate him up with kisses and caresses.
'Let us do it quickly!' We both exclaimed in a single breath, 'let us profit by this chance for happiness.'
I tore myself from his arms, flung up my skirts from behind and, placing myself on my knees on the settee, presented my buttocks to him. I swooned with pleasure from the fury of his consequent attack.
Then we seated ourselves but my lover was not contented and, in spite of my fears, I could not stop him. He placed himself on his knees between my legs, which he had me open widely; I took into my hand his vigorous firebrand which had already regained all its hardness, I caressed it a moment, then I buried it in myself gradually.
When the arrow had completely disappeared within its quiver, Formatey bent over me, raised my legs on his arms, threw me backwards and then thrust so energetically that a second ejaculation soon exploded within me.
My aim is not to relate day by day all that took place at our various meetings. I will merely confine myself to describing the most stirring doings of this adorable liaison, which I could have wished to last forever.
My lover knew how to vary the pleasure without ever arriving at satiety; he found a singular voluptuousness in teaching me the arts of enjoying, and he had in me the most docile of pupils.
He taught me the real names of things, making me say them many times, but only on the frenzy of passion. He only employed them himself in the supreme transports; he claimed, and rightly, that it was a spice of high taste, which one should not abuse, for fear that it would lose all its flavour.
It will doubtless come to me to forget myself some time in sweet remembrances, but after all, what does it matter?
What refined caresses, what lascivious positions he was able to teach me! What caprices, what childishnesses on both sides were realized as soon as thought of! I made much progress under so good a master, that I eventually surpassed him.
I greatly delighted in changing the method thus sometimes, when ridden from behind which was one of his favourite postures, I would unhorse my rider and fly to the end of the room. There I would place myself on a chair, my legs in the air, presenting my open pussy.
Scarcely had my lover penetrated me than I would, in a new caprice, seat myself on top of him, burying his tool to the utmost within me.
My dear Mimi! It was thus that I ordinarily called my splendid champion who gave me so much pleasure and which had now become a passion to me. I could never tire of admiring its length, its thickness, its marvelous stiffness: I played with it, I ate it up, I pumped it, caressed it in a thousand ways. I rubbed it against my titties, shut it up between them by pressing them together with both hands and often, when closed in this voluptuous channel, there it would shed its dew.
My lover returned all my caresses with interest, my pussy was his god, his idol. He assured me that no woman ever possessed one more beautiful than mine-he half opened it, he tickled it in a thousand ways. His greatest happiness consisted of putting his lips to it to suck it, to extract from it (so to speak) the quintessence of voluptuousness by titillations of the tongue which nearly drove me mad.
I had acquired such taste for practice that we seldom had a rendezvous without Formatey pleasuring me this way. I would throw myself down on a large sofa chair placed in my boudoir for just that purpose. There I would arrange myself with legs stretched out and raised on the arms of the chair.
My lover would fall on his knees in front of me, and perform his delicious minette-it was thus that he called this way of making love.
When I began to writhe in paroxysms of pleasure, he would enter me and locked in each other's arms, we would enjoy each other to the point of madness.
Sometimes I would place myself on my knees on the settee and my lover would glue his face between my buttocks and pleasure me with his mouth from the rear-an activity which filled us both with transports of joy.
One day, after a long separation, my dear Formatey was at last able to see me alone! Alas! A monthly obstacle rendered our habitual pleasures impossible. I saw the pain on his face as he looked at my hand supplicatingly.
Certainly I was quite disposed to accord him that means of solace, in fact I had already had it in mind to do so, when a foolish idea popped into my head and I recalled the last scene between M. de Vycabre and my aunt in the park.
The conditions were identical and I wished to reproduce it in all this details. I easily prevailed upon Formatey to rise, placed him as I wanted and proceeded to manipulate his big tool in the same fashion as Helene had. I also managed to make my lover say the same words that M. de Vycabre had uttered on that memorable occasion.
At last he came and his dew gushed freely, the last pearls of which I collected in my handkerchief.
When it was finished I could not prevent myself from laughing and he asked my reasons. To this I replied thoughtlessly: 'Nothing, I just remembered something!'
At these words I saw his face darken and I quickly understood my mistake and the suspicions that I had raised in his mind against me.
Not wishing to give him even the shadow of anxiety, I made him sit beside me and told him all that had happened before my marriage.
This recital amused him greatly and he had me go into great detail.
When I told him how I had managed to get satisfaction for myself, he cried:
'Ah, dearest, what would I not have given to have seen you in your turn tickle your delicious little clitoris.'
He continued asking me a lot of questions about my solitary customs and I even finished by telling him that, the day of our meeting at Madame D…'s house, I was so full of the remembrance of him that in the night I had done it for Charles but had thought only of HIM.
'Ah, indeed!' he replied to me, 'this is truly curious! Confidence for confidence, my dear angle, that very same evening and probably at the very same hour, we exchanged our souls in mutual enjoyment!'
'Is that true?'
'Listen, I returned home already more than half captivated by you; I had in fact loved you on seeing you; I had not yet had the happiness of enjoying your body but I regarded it as the aim of all my future efforts.
'I went to bed and thought only of you. I was in a state of-well, you can imagine-I extinguished my light and in my mind I covered your imaginary form with kisses of a delightful but not entirely satisfying sort. Then I did what you did, and the pleasure was such that I am now convinced that our discharges took place at the very same moment.'
'How can men then tickle themselves. Do they do it as we do?'
'Certainly we do; why should this natural means of relief be denied us?
That which your pretty hand does, mine can do likewise.'
