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undress in the small dressing room. I can hear your every move. Soon you will appear, magnificent and beautiful in your nakedness. This evening the room looks just as it did on certain days. The small nightlight on the chest of drawers casts its soft glow over toward the big bed, and all around me, in vases in every direction, the flowers I was given for my birthday yesterday remind me of the red roses on that glorious July morning.
    How I wish I were not alone in this great bed, my dear love. If I could have you here, beside me, what follies we could still commit.
    When I left your arms yesterday my bruised body was quite exhausted. Oh, the fury with which you beat me, my loved one; my pleas did nothing to appease you, and then your fingers clutched at my buttocks in a final spasm of desire. Today, dear love, I am a poor listless thing. Bearing the terrible marks of your passion. Do you know, you have so thoroughly whipped these buttocks you love that they are not a pretty sight now. They bear traces of the cruel whip that battered them mercilessly. Today they are just one huge bruise, and since yesterday I have been utterly drained by all our excesses.
    But oh, how I love you, my little god! And how happy I am, for yesterday I knew you had tasted true rapture in my arms. When you looked at me your eyes were so alight, so full of victorious joy, and your kisses were so tender and so deep that, in your arms, I forgot all my pain.
    My dear love, do tell me that I was a meek and submissive slave yesterday, tell me your cruel passion was sated and your delirious senses were appeased in victory. Was it good?—do tell me.
    I wanted to prove how entirely I am yours. I had to undergo this ordeal, darling, so that you truly know that
nothing can separate us now
. If you doubted my love, if you were afraid I would give way, just look how much I love you, my loved one. Did I not tell you I was your slave? I have proved that I can suffer in order to make you happy. Come to me again this evening, my dear love. Come! This bed is too huge for us. It leaves us so much room because our bodies cleave so tightly to each other. Give me your lips, my loved one, my mouth longs avidly for your kisses. My inflamed senses can be assuaged only in your arms. When I lie next to your skin, you feel unbearably sweet to me. Your flesh is irresistibly tempting. I want to press my lips to your body, I want to give passionate kisses to your thighs, to kiss your buttocks and your cock. And let me take my pleasure from you too; my desire is exacerbated just at the touch of you. I want to hold you close to me, to feel your skin against mine and when I am quite drunk on the wonder of you, when my lips have greedily had their fill, then you can take me in the wildest coupling, you can keep your desire simmering as long as you like, you can delve deep into my flesh with your hard rod. We shall both be intoxicated by our physical pleasure.
    Charles, my dear love, I am frightened. I am sometimes afraid I love you too much. I live in constant terror of losing you. And I do suffer so when you are not with me.
    I am losing my mind, Charles. I can feel my brain foundering. I now love you too much. I am hopelessly yours. I want to suffer more of your violent assaults because I know it is what you want, because I know that is how you perceive love. I love you with all your vices, all your passions, however perverted they may be. I want you, I have a furious longing for you. I am exhausted. Till tomorrow, my great love. Tell me we shall never part. Tell me you love me with all the power of your perversity. I should be so happy if you could write to me!!!
    I love you, darling Charles.
    Simone

My darling love,
    I have just read your letter. What a lovely surprise and how happy it made me! At last I have found the same you I have known these last four months: a charming friend from the very first, and then an exquisite lover. I am happy, my darling friend, because I have