from you in abhorrence. Leave me alone, for mercy's sake, and avoid a scandal!”
GAMIANI:
“My resolution and my measures are taken and you cannot change them, Fanny. Oh! my patience is exhausted!”
FANNY:
“Well, what do you propose to do? To force me, violate me, disgrace me? Oh no, Madame! Get out or I will call my servants.”
GAMIANI:
“Child, we are alone; the doors are locked and the keys thrown out the window. You are mine.. But calm yourself, be not afraid.”
FANNY:
“By God! do not touch me.”
GAMIANI:
“All resistance is in vain. I shall overcome you, always. I am the stronger, and am animated by passion. A man could not conquer me. Come, . she trembles!. . she pales!. . She is ill!. . Oh! what have I done?. . Recover yourself! My God!. Fanny, my Fanny! If I press you thus against me, it is for love. I love you so much! You are my life, my soul! Won't you understand me? Come. . I am not wicked, my little one, my dearie! No, I am good, very good, since I love you! Look in my eyes, feel how my heart beats. It is for you, for you alone. I only desire your pleasure, your intoxication in my arms. Recover yourself, calm yourself under my kisses. Oh folly! how I idolize this child!”
FANNY:
“You are killing me. My God! Let me alone; you are horrible!”
GAMIANI:
Horrible! Horrible? What then inspires you with so much horror? Am I not still young? Am I not also fair? Everyone tells me I am. And my heart! Is it no longer capable of love? This fire which consumes me, devours me, this burning Italian fire which redoubles my senses and makes me triumphant even when all others give way, is that a thing, so horrible? Say! A man, a lover, what is he beside me? Two or three combats exhaust him, prostrate him; at the fourth his loins fail and he groans, impotent, in the spasm of pleasure. It is a pity! As for me, I remain still strong, quivering, unsatisfied. Ah yes! I personify the ardent joys of matter, the burning joys of the flesh, luxurious, implacable; I give a pleasure without end, I am the love that kills.”
FANNY:
“Enough, Gamiani, enough!”
GAMIANI:
“No! no! hear the rest, hear, Fanny! To be naked, the one near the other, to feel young and fair, sweet, perfumed, to burn with love and tremble with pleasure; to touch, to intermingle breath, body and soul in a sigh, a single cry, a cry of love. . Fanny, . Fanny, it is heaven!”
FANNY:
“What an argument! What glances! And I listen and do not repulse you. . Oh have mercy on me. I am weak, you fascinate me. . What is your power? You have mingled yourself with my flesh, with my bones, you are a poison! Oh yes, you are horrible. . and I love you!”
GAMIANI:
“I love you! I love you! Repeat it. Repeat it again! But it is a word that burns.”
Gamiani was pale, motionless, eyes wide open, her hands joined and kneeling before Fanny. One would have said that heaven had suddenly struck her and changed her into marble. She was sublime in her humiliation and ecstasy.
FANNY:
“Yes, yes! I love you with all the strength of my body. I want you! I desire you! Oh! I am loosing my head!”
GAMIANI: “What do you say, well beloved? What do you say? I am happy. . Your hair is beautiful, how soft it is. It slips thru my hands, fine, golden, like silk. Your brow is so pure, whiter than: the lily. Your eyes are beautiful, your mouth is fair. You are white, satiny, perfumed, celestial, from your head to your feet. You are an angel, you are Volupte. Oh, these clothes, these laces! Be naked! Come to me, I am already naked. Tiens!
Ah! God! You are resplendent. Remain standing while I admire you. Could I but paint you, reproduce you but a single time! Wait, let me kiss your feet, your knees, your breasts, your mouth. Embrace me, press me! Closer! What joy, what joy! She loves me!
The two bodies made but one. Only the heads remained detached and regarded each other with ravished expressions. Eyes were aflame, cheeks of an ardent hue. The fluttering lips laughed or met in transports. I heard a sigh exhaled and another respond. Then a smothered cry and the two women remained motionless.
FANNY:
“I have been happy, very happy!””
GAMIANI:
“I too, my Fanny, and with a happiness that to me was unknown. It was my soul and senses united on your lips. Come to your bed, come, let us enjoy a night of rapture.”
At these words they mutually drew each other toward the alcove. Fanny threw herself on the 'bed, spreading herself voluptuously. Gamiani, on her knees on the carpet, drew her to herself and enfolded her in her arms.
In silence she contemplated her languorously. Soon their incitations recommenced. Kisses were exchanged, hands erred, skillfully touching. Fanny's eyes expressed desire and expectation, and those of Gamiani, the disorder of her senses. With heightened color, animated by the fires of pleasure, both seemed to sparkle to my eyes. These delirious; furies, in the strength of their rage and passion, in some way seemed to render the excess of their debauch poetic; they spoke at once to both the senses and the imagination.
I did my best to reason with myself and condemn these absurd follies, but I soon found myself moved, enflamed, possessed by desire. In the impossibility in which I found myself to mingle with these two naked women, I resembled a wild beast in rut, who, through the bars of his cage, devours his female with his eyes. I remained stupidly motionless, my head glued. to that opening through which I breathed in, so to speak, my torture; a true torture of the damned, terrible, unbearable, striking first the head, then mingling with the blood to be filtered by the bones where it burned the very marrow. It seemed to me that my taut nerves would end by breaking. My clenched hand's grasped the parquet. I no longer breathed, I foamed at the mouth. I lost my head, I became crazy, furious. I grasped myself in rage and felt all my manly force agitating furiously within my closed fingers, tremble an instant, then melt and escape in burning jets like a fiery dew. Strange ejaculation, which broke me, prostrated me to earth.
Recovering, I found myself unnerved. My eyelids were heavy. It was difficult to hold up my head. I wished to tear myself from my place, a sigh from Fanny retained me. I belonged to the demon of the flesh. While my hands tired them':selves in.an attempt to reanimate my extinguished powers, I gave myself to the contemplation of the scene which threw me into this terrible disorder.
The positions had changed. My two tribades were each astride one of the other's thighs, trying to press their thick downs together, to rub their parts against the other's. They attacked and retreated with the ardor and force that the approach of pleasure alone can give to a woman. One would have said that they tried to split, to break each other, from the violence of their efforts, their heavy breathing. “Hai! hai! cried Fanny, “I can do no more, this is killing me. Go ahead yourself.” “Come! Again!” responded Gamiani. “I am nearing happiness.' Push! Now then. . Now!. . I believe I'm rubbing the skin off. Ah!. . I feel it!. . I spend! Ah! Ah! Ah!. . “ Fanny's head fell weakly. Gamiani dropped her own, biting the covers, chewing her own hair, flowing over her. I followed their outbursts, their sighs, and like them I arrived at the brim of lustful pleasure.
FANNY:
“How tired I am, and broken, but what pleasure I have enjoyed!”
GAMIANI:
“The greater the effort and the harder it is, the more the pleasure is vivid and prolonged.”
FANNY:
“I have proved it. I have plunged in a sort of exhilarating vertigo for more than five minutes. The irritation
