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succeeded in affording you many a pleasurable hour, and I ask only one thing, that that pleasure should continue as long as possible, for our love is truly a good thing, would not you agree, my beloved?
    Yes of course the day will come when I allow you to perform the act you dream of performing. You will tie my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed and whip me furiously. I shan’t be able to stifle my cries as the lash bites into me, and I know my supplications will not mollify you because you want to make my flesh suffer to the very last. But confronted with such a spectacle, you will feel desire stirring in your blood. Intent on the wildest excesses and with a feral glow in your eye, you will fuck me with helpless abandon, you will fuck my battered rump bearing the bleeding traces of your merciless lashing. What a glorious moment for you! You will have satisfied your passion, you will have assuaged the desire that has been haunting you, and you will take furious possession of me in the most passionate of couplings.
    You are right, darling love, I did think of you yesterday evening as I do every day. But that solitary fondling does not appease my senses as fully as I would wish. I always miss your arms around me, my dear lover, and there is nothing to equal that feeling because you know so well how to pleasure me, how to take me, and the very touch of your young skin against my rump is enough to stir a most delicious intoxication in me.
    I should like to take you like that, I should like my own flesh to pulse as yours does. Alas, I myself cannot give you this ultimate pleasure, and I must always resort to makeshift alternatives. But I should like to find an almost lifelike aid * so that I can watch you climax deliciously in my arms.
    Darling love, I wish I could feel your tongue and your lips between my thighs again. I wish you would suck my button as you did on Saturday, for I have the most ardent memories of your attentions. It felt infinitely good coming like that, my dear darling, and I was also happy to swallow the best of you. What a deliciously titillating vision it was to see your cock’s pink head extending further and further as I touched it with my lips. Had I dared, I would have frigged myself at the same time so we could come together, transported simultaneously by the same vertiginous voluptuous delight. But I was already spent. You had exhausted me, my love. Oh, do come home soon from this trip so we can love each other passionately once more! I still thirst for your kisses and your touch, and your embraces alone can fully satisfy me. Everything else merely aggravates my desire, which means I am more and more in thrall to you.
    Goodbye, my dear love. I shall see you later. I need to cover your mouth and eyes with the wildest kisses. I love you, my darling Charles. Never inflict on me the agony of leaving me. Please tell me how tenderly you still feel for me. And tell me all the wild excesses of your dreams. You now know that I am entirely yours and I shall always obey your every whim, however perverse it may be.
    My darling love, I must go. I am nestling in your arms and watching you sleep, my little god.
    Every inch of me is yours.
    Your mistress who loves you so much.
    Simone
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    * During this period there were no fewer than 224 registered brothels in Paris, each offering its own specialties for every social class. The luxurious Chabanais was famous for its illustrious clientele, such as the Prince of Wales, who had a special erotic chair that was kept at the institution to fulfill his fantasies. There were brothels for every taste; some re-created the atmosphere of a harem; some the courts of the Mughals; others the grandeur of Versailles or the gloom of a medieval dungeon. Many had special rooms for extreme fantasies, such as S&M practices. There was even a brothel for clergymen, the Abbey in rue Saint-Sulpice, while another, le Moulin Galant in rue de Fourcy, was reserved for the homeless.