Meanwhile the man was dreaming that he was on top of a lovely girl, enjoying the most exquisite 'poke' that he had ever had in his life. Child as she was, perceiv- ing that the more she rubbed and tickled his instrument, the more her uncle's sleeping body writhed about in a perfect ecstasy of pleasure, she worked it so with her little hands that in due time the hot flow of manly sperm, spirted from the end witri extra randy force, and the mighty prick sank down exhausted with the violence of its sensuality.
Frightened at this, tbe little girl ran out of the room, shutting the door behintf her and thereby making a noise which woke up her uncle, who came to the conclusion that he had just had the most delicious ' wetdream 'that he had ever experienced.
The little girl, however, ran downstairs fo her mother, when the following conversation took place:
' Mummy?'
' Yes, dear/*
' Uncle Harry has got a dolly'.
' Has he, dear? '
'Yes, such a dear little dolly; he keeps it between his legs.' …
' Nonsense, dear, what do you mean? '
'Well, 1 found it lying asleep, but wherl 1 began to play with it, it jumped up and began to play with me.'
' Did it, dear?'
' Yes, but Mummy, when I had played with it a good time, I don't know how it w, but (confidentially) Dolly was sick.'
Since we heard that story, we always call a man's instrument ' Dolly' which is ever' so much nicer than its real names-tool, of cock, or prick, don't you think so?
Alter the bath we put on a few clothes and our dressing-gowns, as we do not make our toilette for the day till after the twelve o'clock dejeuner. When we are ready, we go downstairs to Madame's sitting room, Where we find her also en peignoir, and we then have our french lesson, which consists of reading aloud some french novel, and as we are allowed to choose what book we like, you can imagine that we pick out something pretty spicy-not of course the extra-smutty ' suppressed ' books that the girls read to one another in their bedrooms, but still books which would be considered awfully wicked in England-all about married women who spend half the day in bed with their lovers, and men who spend all their time with mistresses or cocvUes as the French call them, whose refinements of luxurious vice and voluptuousness are described in a marvellously outspoken manner. To give you some idea of the sort of thing I will tell you at the end of this letter about the book we are reading this week, but first I will finish the account of our day.
Whe we have finished the reading, and have discussed the words we don't know (we always pretend not to know the naughtiest words, so as to embarrass Madame by making her explain them I) we. have dejeuner, which is a sort of lunch and breakfast in one, and after that the most serious business of the day-the making of our toilette- begins, and generally occupies from about one till nearly three. When we are duly arrayed we go out with either Madame or one of the governesses, and we care so well-known for our smart get-up, that we often find some of the smartest and most fashionable of the Parisian ' mashers'* standing about on the look out for us and throwing us the most audacious glances of lustful admiration from their wicked eyes as we go by..When we have admired the shops and been admired by the men sufficiently, we go back to afternoon tea, and from then till dinner at 7.30 we practise our music, or have drilling and gymnastics in awfully fetching knickerbocker-costumes.
It is only we elder girls who have the privilege of late dinner with Madame, and we have to wear low dresses for it every night, so as to accustom our constitutions to the displaying of naked busts and shoulders in the evening.
After dinner we generally dance for a little while, and about a quarter-to-ten we begin going to bed. I say ' begin' because our toilette for the night takes almost as long to make as that for the day.
When this is completed, and we have made our sacrifices to the ' pomps and vanities of this wicked world,' we are expected to say our prayers, as Madame considers that it is ' good style to be religious*' As, however, kneeling is considered bad for our knees, we say our prayers in bed, where they get rather mixed up with the naughty stories we have heard during the day. And this reminds me that I promised to tell you something about the book we are at present reading aloud to Madame.
It is by Victor Joze, and is called ' Le Demi Monde des Jeunes Fittest'.I need not tell you that demi-monde is the name given to the cocottes or 'tarts ' as a class, and the name of the book therefore implies that young girls of good society are rapidly beginning to ressemble the' tarts' in their knowledge and practice of vice.
The last chapter which we read this morning contains an account of a rendezvous between Cesar Blond, a writer of erotic and lustful poems, about forty years of age, and Bianca-a very hot society girl, half Italian and half French, who has just turned eighteen: He met Jaer first at a small dinner party, where he sat next to her at dinner and soon found out, by slily touching her foot with his, to begin with, and afterwards by bolder squeezings of her leg between his own, etc., that she was fully alive to the pleasures of sensuality, in spite of her presumed innocence and piety.
Later, in conversation, he found that she had read all the smuttiest of his own poems, as well as number of other books of a similar character. He was immensely struck with the beauty both of her face and figure, the latter being displayed by an evening corsage cut so generously low, that as she leaned forward over her plate, he could clearly see the points of her breasts trusting themselves out erect and stiff in answer to the contact of is leg against hers, while, from the sensuous smile she gave him, as she caught him looking at them, he realized that her motion forwards had been made with the deliberate intention of showing him the. voluptuous fulness of her splendid bust.
Before the end of the evening she gave him a rendez-vons for the following afternoon, and the chapter I speak of describes what happened when they met.
She arrived at the meeting-place exquisitely dressed, though, knowing what was likely to happen, she had displayed even more care and taste over the selection of her under-clothing than upon her outdoor toilette.
He came in his brougham, into which he at once handed her, telling his coachman to drive slowly and by a round-about route to his own house.
Drawing down the blinds of the carriage, he placed one arm round her waist, and, having raised her veil, began to kiss her passionately upon the lips. She pretended to resist, but showed by the ardent way in which she returned his kisses that she was really longing for him to further.
Murmuring words of the most lawless and lustful passion in her ear, and still clasping her waist with one hand, he began with the other to feel his way slowly but deliberately up her leg, under her skirt, delicately fondling the open-work silk stocking, until he reached the satin garter above the knee.
The gentle action of his practised fingers only caused her to thrill with pleasure-a thrill which was accentuated a moment later, when she noticed the triumphant smile upon his face, as the naked flesh of her tighs, with which his fingers came in contact above the stocking, told him that, evidently out of compliment to him, she had omitted to put on any drawers. In another moment he had reached her nest of Venus, where, without actually entering it, his experience enabled him, by judicious touchings and ticklings in its neighbourhood, to excite her to the highest pitch of sensual expectation. As a proof of this he felt her daintily-gloved hand involuntarily placing itself between his own legs, where his ' dolly,' in a violent state of erection, was making itself clearly visible beneath his trousers.
A younger and less experience man would probably have unbuttoned his trousers and engaged the poking of her then and there, but he was far too experienced to risk losing any of the enjoyment, owing to the cramped position of the carriage, while at the same time he knew how much a sensual pleasure of this kind is prolonged and increased by anticipation.
Somewhat therefore to her disappointment they reached his house without her ardent desires having been in any satisfactory way assuaged.
Conducting her to his sitting-room, they found an exquisite repast of champagne and the most delicate sandwiches; and while they were partaking freely of these he called her attention to the paintings on the walls, which were beautiful executed by first-rate artists, but were all of the most improper mythological subjects.
One represented Leda, yielding to the amorous embraces of the Swan, while another showed Jupiter in the form of a Bull inserting his immense prick into the blushing nest of Europa. Many of them were scenes from Rabelais, in which groups of naked girls in the most lascivious postures were mingled with naked men. whose '
