was carried to all my members. That rubbing of hair against such a tender skin caused a devouring itching. I seemed to roll in fire, in the joy of my senses. O folly! O happiness! To spend. . Now I understand that word.” “One thing astonishes me, Gamiani. So young 28 you are, how have you had all this sensual experience?”
“I could never have imagined all our extravagances. Whence comes this passion which confounds me, which sometimes frightens me? Nature does not make us that way.”
GAMIANI: “Then you would know me? Ah well, enlace me in your arms, cross our legs and press each other. I will recount my life in the convent to you. It is a history that may go to our heads and give us new derises.”
FANNY:
“I am listening, Gamiani.”
GAMIANI:
“You have not forgotten the atrocious torture that my aunt made me suffer to serve her lubricity. I no sooner understood the horror of her conduct than I secured the several papers which guaranteed my fortune. I also took my jewels and money and profiting by an absence of my worthy relation, I went to take refuge in the convent of the Sisters of the Redemption. The Superior, touched no doubt by my youth and my apparent timidity, gave me a reception the most proper to dissipate my fears and embarrassment.
“I recounted to her what had happened to me, and demanded an asylum and her protection. She took me in her arms, hugged me affectionately and called me her daughter. Afterward she discoursed to me of the sweet and tranquil life of the convent: she added still further heat to my hate for men and finished with a pious exhortation, which appeared to me to be the language of a divine mind. To render my sudden transition from the life of the world to that of the cloister easier, it was agreed that I should remain near the Superior and sleep in her alcove each night. After the second night we began to talk in the most familiar manner in the world. The Superior turned and twisted continuously in her bed. She complaint of being cold and asked me to sleep with her to. warm her. I found her absolutely naked. “One sleeps better,” she said, “without a chemise.” She asked me to take off mine, which I did in order to be more agreeable to her.
“Oh! my little one!” she cried, touching me, “you are burning. How soft your skin is! The barbarians, to try to martyr you that way! You must have suffered much. Tell me all what they did to you. Did they beat you, tell me?” I repeated all my history to her with all the details, dwelling on those which seemed to interest her the most. The pleasure she had in hearing me speak was so lively that it gave rise to extraordinary shivers.
Insensibly I found myself lying on her. Her legs were crossed over my back, her arms were around me. A soft and penetrating heat spread throughout my body. I felt a delicious well-being hitherto unknown which communicated to my flesh and bones I know not what thirst for love which flowed through me with the sweetness of milk.
“My God!” I cried, “let me be.” Ah! never a more abundant, a more delicious dew followed a combat of love.
The ecstasy passed, far from being exhausted, I threw myself joyfully on my skilled companion, I ate her in kisses. I took her hand and carried it to that same. place that she had so greatly irritated. The Superior, seeing me in that humor, forgot herself, acted like a bacchante. We both contested in ardor, in kisses, in biting. That agility, what suppleness that woman had in her members! Her body bent, extended, rolled itself about me. I was nowhere.-I had barely the time to return one kiss for all those that rained on me from my head to my feet. It seemed to me that I was eaten, devoured in a thousand places. That unbelievable agility of lubricious touches put me in a state that it is impossible to describe. Oh, Fanny! why were you not a witness of our combats, our ecstasies. If you had seen the both of us, raging, breathless, you would have understood all that the empire of the senses may mean to two loving women. Once I found my head held between my adversary's thighs. I could guess her desire. Inspired by lubricity, I began to nibble her most tender parts. But I only responded weakly to her wishes. Quickly she drew me over her, slid under my body, and, opening my thighs, she also attacked me with her mouth. Her tongue, active and pointed, pricked me, sounded me like a stylus that was thrust in and withdraw quickly. She grasped me with her teeth and seemed to wish to tear me. That made me act like one gone crazy. I shoved back the Superior's head, I pulled her by the hair. Then she subdued her efforts. She touched me gently, injected me with saliva, licked me slowly, or bit the hair and flesh with such delicate refinements, and at the same time so sensual that the memory alone makes me ooze with pleasure. Oh! what delights transported me! what a rage possessed me! I screamed, I pressed down a dead weight, I raised myself, held myself bowed, and always that rapid point found me, pierced me with its stiffness. Two small firm lips took my clitoris, pressing, pinching it, driving me beside myself. No, my Fanny, it is impossible to feel and enjoy like that more than once in a lifetime. What a tension of nerves! What a pounding in my arteries! What ardor of flesh and blood! I was burning, I was melting, and I felt a hungry, insatiable mouth draw the essence of life from me. I assure you that I was dried up when I should have been flooded with boll and liquor. But how happy I was Fanny! Fanny, I can no more! When I speak of these excesses, I seem to feel again the same devouring titillations. Finish it for me…Quicker!..Harder!..Good! Ah! Good!..Ah!..I die…” Fanny was worse than a famished wolf.
“Enough! Enough!” repeated Gamiani. “You exhaust me, you devilish girl. I supposed you less skill full, less passionate. I see you have developed, the fire penetrates you.”
FANNY:
“How could it be otherwise. One must be without boll or life to remain unmoved beside you-Then what did you do?”
GAMIANI:
“More knowing now, I returned with usury, I crushed my ardent companion. All restraint was henceforth banished between us, and I soon learned that the Sisters of the Convent of the Redemption, among themselves, gave up to the furors of the senses; that they had a secret place to meet and hold orgies between themselves at their ease. This infamous Sabbath started at complimes and ended at matins.”
“Subsequently the Superior unfolded her philosophy to me. I was so frightened at first that I beheld in her Satan incarnate. But she reassured me with some pleasantries and diverted me with an account of the loss of her virginity. You would never guess to whom this precious treasure was given. That history is singular and is worth the trouble of retelling.
“The Superior, whom I shall call Sainte, was the daughter of a ship captain. Her mother, a woman of spirit and good sense, had raised her in all the principles of religion, which, however, did not prevent the early development of the young Sainte's temperament. At the age of twelve years she began to feel unsupportable desires which she sought to satisfy with all the bizarre inventions that her ignorant imagination could conceive.
“The unfortunate girl worked on herself each night. Her unsatisfactory fingers squandered her youth and health in pure waste. One day she saw two dogs coupling. Her lubricious curiosity observed the mechanism of the action so well that from then on she better understood the thing that she lacked. Her knowledge completed her torture. Living in an isolated house, surrounded by old servants, without ever seeing a man, how could she ever expect to encounter that animated arrow, so red, so rapid, which had so greatly surprised her, and which she supposed should exist likewise for woman's use. After tormenting her spirit, my nymphomaniac remembered that, of all the animals, a monkey bore the greatest resemblance to a man.
“Now it happened that her father owned a superb orang-outang. She went to see it, to study it, and remained a long time at her examination. The animal, heated no doubt by the presence of the young girl, suddenly developed himself in the most brilliant fashion. Sainte jumped with joy. She had finally found that for which she had sought all these days and dreamed of each night. Her ideal appeared to her, real and very palpable. To complete her enchantment this indescribable plaything stood out firmer, more ardent and more menacing than she had ever dreamed. She devoured it with her eyes. The monkey approached, hung on to the bars and agitated himself in such a fashion that the poor Sainte completely lost her head. Impelled by her folly, she forced one of the bars of the cage
