future time be to our advantage.
Immediately we seat ourselves, the sliding up of our skirts reveals the most alluring of sights and, during our story-telling and novel-reading hour, many are the longing glances thrown at Madam's superb figure, her long milky thighs revealed as boldly as our own.
Occasionally I have heard her sigh and part her legs most provocatively when one of the girls told a really naughty tale, which-by the way-we must always do in French since it sounds much more elegant and by no means as crude as when uttered in our own plain Anglo-Saxon. This reminds me to tell you about a book that we senior girls are reading with Madam and which is called Le Demi-Monde des Jeunes Filles. I need not tell you that it is very rude and that the word demi-monde is one used to describe high-class ladies with the most erotic tastes who are sometimes even rewarded for their services!
In the case of this story, however, none of the ladies deign to receive other than costly gifts, which Madam says is every young lady's right in any event. But I see I am late for my next soiree with Madam so must hasten to finish now and will tell you more of this naughty story in my next. Have you been on the landing again with Cousin Edward?!
My fondest love,Blanche
Editor's Note: In order to spare the reader an unbroken text, I have divided the letters much as chapters are arranged in other books. Ethel's reply follows immediately.
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My darling Blanche, Your letters become ever more exciting and I pray they will continue to do so! What a pet you are to tell me all. I cherish every sentence that you write and cannot tell you how many times I have read your latest until I know most of it by heart. I am sure this can do me no harm at all and in fact will improve my education quite free of charge! I long to hear of the naughty novel you mentioned. Will you tell me all about it? I have never read one, as you know, nor even had sight of one (poor Mama would faint if she knew they even existed, I am sure), and so I am all agog to know what it will contain and if it really has some very naughty words in it. Alas, dear Edward departed shortly after I had written to you and made no other attempt to capture me, but only, I am sure, because he feared discovery. He looked at me most longingly several times. I did not know whether to be bold with my eyes or not and dearly needed your advice-or Madams! Already, however, you have awoken my inquisitiveness and I have benefited much therefrom. Indeed, I may even cock a snook at you, as they say, for you must believe me when I say that I have seen a man's THING! Until now I had only seen my younger brothers and that very limp and small when he has run into the bushes in the garden to piddle. Mama scolded me for looking, which of course made me want to do so all the more. That was three years ago, but now that Dick is sixteen I am sure it has grown bigger and for the reason I shall now tell you. Our valets name, as you know, is John, and quite a fine young man he is, though rather rough of tongue when below stairs, I hear. It happened that I ventured down to the pantry when Mama and Papa were out. I know not why I did save out of curiosity and was rewarded for my inquisitiveness. Fortunately, I had approached quietly along the passageway when I heard a sound as of a girl giggling. In truth it was Milly, the kitchen maid. She stood in the doorway with her back to the framework and John close upon her.
The wicked fellows hand was so far up under her skirt that I could see her knees so that I knew his fingers must be about her thighs, for his wrist was hidden underneath the folds. At that moment John was half turned away from me and fondling her, kissing her neck, while she was saying, “Oh, get off with you,” though did not mean it, I am sure, for her bottom moved most restlessly in a way that made her appear excited rather than put out. I, concealed in the shadow of an alcove which in turn is also partly hidden by a tall cupboard, saw all. What will you think of me when I say that amidst his amourous endeavours, John turned his body more towards me and from his opened trousers exhibited the most MONSTROUS thing, oh so long and thick and with a bulbous gleaming head-quite ten times the size of my brother's when I had last seen it! Amid his kissing-and he succeeded despite her giggles in capturing her mouth now and then-he attempted to place her fingers around it. Indeed, I Saw her distinctly touch it! You can imagine that I trembled all over at such a sight and would have given much to have seen more, for his thing was so upstanding and stiff that I could scarcely recognise it for the little limp thing I had seen of Dick's. I heard him then murmur to Milly to take hold of it and rub it, but she squirming all about would not, and then all was spoiled by the sudden calling of cook for Milly, who, poor girl, jumped and pushed and struggled and made her hurried way past into the pantry, pushing her skirt down as she went and leaving John all with his monster still displayed! At this, of course, I grew afeared that he might see me and huddled back into the shadows of the alcove. He, however, looked bemused and began to fumble with himself until with some effort he was able to tuck the big stiff thing back into his trousers. Cook's voice was heard again berating Milly for her absence, the which made John hurry away. Indeed, he passed me within two feet or so and I quiet as a tortoise, seeing the cloth of his trousers straining out! What big things men have-or are they not all the same? Oh, I could almost JUMP up and down with impatience at being so “h'ignorant” as our coachman, Jervis, often says of other servants! It was such a lovely, juicy one, Blanche, really, though I am sure you will think this a very feeble little tale in comparison with your own.
Would I be as Milly was and be afraid to touch one? Does your naughty novel say things like this? Believe me, I shall stand at the window watching for the postman every day for the next fortnight until I hear from you again. Do not spare your pen, I beg you! EVER YOUR LOVING ETHEL DARLING ETHEL, Oh, how delighted I was to hear of your adventure! Yes indeed you have the better of me-so far? How big was it really? Madam says they can be as big as nine or ten inches long and as thick as your wrist or mine! Can you imagine!
But of course you can, how foolish of me, for you have had the privilege of seeing the real thing whereas, poor me, I have seen only drawings and photographs. Yes, photographs which I can hardly bring myself to describe to you, so saucy and so wicked are they with gentlemen actually putting their pricks, or their cocks, into a girl's quim or, would you believe, much more naughtily in her bottom!
But still, I must to my other duty to you for you asked me to tell you all I possibly can about Le Demi-Monde des Jeune Filles. As an exercise which was put upon us during French written lessons, I have translated a little part of it, though I confess my translation was not entirely up to scratch and so I have cheated a little by sending you now that which I wrote down together with Madam's much more learned corrections. One gentleman in the novel is a certain Cesar Blonde, a writer of erotic and lustful poems, about forty years of age. He encounters a most fetching young lady of but eighteen, half Italian, half French, whose name is Bianca. In talking with her at a dinner party he discovers by experimental squeezing of her thighs beneath the tablecloth that in spite of her assumed air of innocence she is fully alive to the pleasures of sensuality. So, my dear, they arrange a rendezvous for the next day and Bianca arrives very prettily dressed, for knowing what is likely to happen from all the compliments he has showered upon her and the wicked suggestions he has made, she displays special care over her dress, her coiffeur and her toilette. Arriving at his house, he plies her with liqueurs and kisses her passionately. Pretending at first to be coy, Bianca nevertheless thrills to the sensation of his hand creeping up beneath her skirt, whereat he discovers to his immense delight that she has paid him the very fine compliment of omitting to wear any drawers! Soon, then, his hand is cupping the furry nest of her pussy while her own impudent fingers toy up and down along the huge bulge in his trousers.
Having so exchanged their first libertine caresses, Cesar leads the flushed maiden upstairs to his huge bedroom, the walls of which are in part panelled with full-length mirrors in order that whatever takes place upon the bed may be viewed by the participants. On another wall are reproductions of paintings of the most lascivious kind.
Standing side by side they inspect them while his hand “caresses the warm and bulbous promise of her breasts and bottom.” Bianca, who has never seen such vivid depictions before, “palpitated madly as her eyes came upon a painting that showed Leda yielding to the swan.
Another depicted Jupiter in the form of a bull inserting his immense prick into the fulsome nest of Europa. Blushing and wriggling amourously as Cesar's hand delved up beneath the back of her gown to fondle the bare cheeks of her bottom, Bianca finally gazed with a voluptuous stirring of her hips upon a scene wherein Lot was lying half-drunk on his back with one of his daughters seated at his knees and toying with his rigid member while
