Ah! how that woman in three days had crept into my life; I was her's body and soul; she was my sunshine, my life; no thought that was not of her, no act but that tending to gain her smiles. I could look in her face and eyes for hours and never weary of it. Little did I know then what the heart was; what it could suffer; what it could stand; and yet how short was the time until mine was put to the test.
The days came and went, but there was no abating in my desire to see her charms; to know the delightful intoxications that I found in her arms. She did not always humor me in my desires however, knowing that for her pleasure I must have time to secrete to be equal to her passion; but she was always kind and gentle and outside of the act never denying me a wish in the looking at or feeling what I chose. How often, while standing, she has allowed me to stoop down and get under her skirts, and with my arms around her hips, let me bury my face high up between her swelling thighs until I was almost suffocated.
Yes, the mold was broken after those hips and legs were shaped.
Unexpected pleasure
Doth highest pleasure round.
Two weeks had almost elapsed since the day she came and still our relations were unsuspicioned.
One morning she wished to go to the city and return in the evening. On her promise to take good care of me, I was allowed to accompany her.
On arriving, we went to a hotel and were placed in a lovely room. We ran about the stores until noon and then to the room, and, after putting off our things, we went to dinner. She ordered for me just what she said I must eat; and while I saw things that I wanted I did not let her know it but obeyed her in everything. After we had finished our dinner we went to our room, and, after closing the lower shutters, she began to take off her clothes while my eyes were wide with wonder. One thing and then another was taken off until finally she stood with nothing on but her stockings and chemise. She seemed to hesitate a second, and then, taking those off, she threw herself on the bed with her hands over her head.
How sweet she was, and, as I stood looking at her, she said, 'come my little man, ain't you going to take yours off and come and lie with me.'
I was going to be in heaven again; and I had mine off in half the time she had taken, and was as naked as she was when I stepped up and stood beside her.
Taking her playmate, in her hand so soft and white, she tickled him a while and saw him grow, and after nibbling me a little on my belly, she threw her arms around me and tossed me over on the bed, and straightening me out full length, she drew me closely to her hot skin and covered me with kisses. As soon as she loosened her embrace I had my mouth on one of the nipple of her snowy breast (and as I remember now that act struck every electrical wire in my body — it does yet); one hand over the little 'poulter' nestling in the soft of her thighs, and as my finger found its way in slowly she rather like the two sensations; her cheeks growing redder each moment she grasped the fellow, who at his full size was throbbing at her side, then, jumping up quickly, she took the pillow and throwing them together on the bed told me how to lie on them.
When she had me bent over them to her idea, that which she was longing to feel wedged in her mossy lips was stranding up hard and proud. Then getting over me in the right position I felt her place it between the hot lips and, after a gentle motion on her part, it was all in where she seemed so delighted to have it. 'There now! ain't that nice?' she began to slide up and down on it (in a peculiar way that I have not known since), her bosom jumping with every move that seemed to send fire through my veins to my brain. I could feel that she was making me awful wet where we were linked, but the sensation was hot and delightful, and as she kept at work I saw her grasp her bosoms as though she would crush them; her motion became more rapid, her lips swelled, she shut her eyes and threw back her head, flung out her arms and drew them back gain, and as she trembled all over my delight reached its height; and, as my love messenger took wings and flew, she fell forward on me with all her weight almost crushing my bones. She lay panting and gasping for a moment, and as she jumped to the floor I saw that he who had given her so much comfort, also my belly, bore delicate crimson stains. She saw it and, blushing deeply, said it was no matter, and sponging me off I put on my shirt and lay with my face to the wall as she had asked me to do. Soon she came with her chemise on, and taking me in her arms we went to sleep, my face resting in her white bosom. After awaking we arose and ressed and at eight were at the cottage.
Ah! naught so bright
But sometime will lustre lose.
That night brought a change in her. When she came to bed she as usual let me get in her snowy arms, but the kisses I had learned to love were missing. She allowed me freedom with her bosom, but with any attempt to put my hand under her chemise she took it away, saying: 'No, no more.'
Ah! in those boyish days I did not know that nature had ordered an armistice in favor of the little citadel which had so often been stoned, stormed, and entered. The last rapture I ever knew lying between her voluptuous swelling thighs was on that day she took me with her to the city, and that night my young boyish heart felt its first aches and trouble.
Two days after she kissed me sweetly at the gate, saying that she would never forget me (it has been mutual), and when the carriage that took her away was out of sight the sky seemed darkened, the grass was dead, the flowers had lost their perfume and beauty.
My heart seemed like a lump of ice. My life followed on after that carriage — followed her for days and weeks out on the long miles which lay between us. I grew nervous, pale, and restless. I could eat nothing, and that bed was so big and lonesome that I could not sleep — only lie and toss while my fevered brain sketched and re- sketched the beautiful life figures which she had unveiled for my eager eyes. Books, flowers, drawing, pony — all things of the past. The juice of the orange I had sucked was still in my mouth, the spark she had discovered and fanned was burning me alive. The strain at last was too much; memory was lost in unconsciousness, and on the same bed so hallowed by the lingerings of the past I was battling with death.
After long weeks I was victorious, and when strong enough returned to school. But, ah! in those few days she injected into my veins the sweet poison which has remained for years.
I sacrificed health and ambition, but in exchange took my first lessons in an art that has puzzled the world, which in later years has been held in high appreciation, which now I sometimes think repays me for all.
Trusting that in the perusal of this you will be rewarded with all the pleasurable emotions that you have anticipated — that I have written nothing to burst the front buttons from the pantaloons of my gentlemen friends, or bring the dear girls to the use of a long-necked cologne bottle to quench the flame in their electrical generators, my task is finished.
