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all of it on my body, and I shall spread it over my breasts and my stomach because I want to feel its intoxicating warmth all over. Then I shall be more yours than ever; I shall be yours thanks to this perverted gesture we have shared. Who but us would dare do it?
And then, at the touch of your lips, you shall feel the juices flowing from my cunt, for I too shall climax wildly, my loved one. You will gather my warm come and I shall taste its bitter tang on your lips…
If we both have enough strength left after this orgy, you will take me in a gentle coupling. You put such sweet tenderness into fucking me that you have reawakened my longing for this form of embrace. And we are allowed it, for it is a consecration of our lovemaking. We embellish it with so many perverse touches that it too becomes perverted. Oh, quickly, roll on the end of this curse, which is depriving me of your shameless ministrations. I cannot wait to be with you again, my passionate violent lover, I cannot wait to have you in my arms to intoxicate you with my kisses. Yes, your body is mine, I do believe you now, and I am happy. I shall take you with such abandon, for I love you more than anything in the world.
Yes, I want to use my shameless attentions to make you come to the very limits of your strength. You are mine now, do you know that? And soon you shall be even more so, when you have wetted me with your sperm. Every inch of my body will taste this supreme sap, and you will see this wildest of moments in your dreams: your mistress groaning with pleasure under the jetting of your prick as it strains over her body in the final jolt of ejaculation.
Oh yes, be mine, and mine alone, my beloved god. Say those intoxicating words again. Drive away the contemptible pain of jealousy that grips me at the very thought that you belong to another. Tell me that you prefer the touch of
my
hands. Tell me that you are merely passive in
her
arms, and that I alone know how to give your inflamed senses the voluptuous rewards they crave. I want to love you still more ardently…
It is gone noon, I am afraid I shall have to stop. Till Monday evening, darling love. Write me a long letter like yesterday’s.
I am kissing every corner of your beloved body, your lips and your wonderful eyes. I am entirely yours.
Simone
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* Simone frequently refers to Charles as her little god and at times uses biblical expressions, a tactic that speaks volumes about the pleasure she now takes in transgressing, even blaspheming. In spite of the separation between church and state in 1905, Catholicism remained extremely influential in French society. However, some families, especially in the capital’s intellectual circles, would not go to church at all and might actually go as far as to declare themselves atheists. Through close reading of Simone’s vocabulary, we can surmise that she received a Christian education, as the overwhelming majority of French people at the time did, but possibly at this point in her life she was not concerned with the precepts of her religion. She will, however, come back to God later, as the other correspondence found in the briefcase reveals.
MONDAY, ELEVEN O’CLOCK
My sweet love,
I have finally managed to get away from today’s outing. I am the keeper of the treasure and no one yet knows why I am so keen to stay here. Let them have the great outdoors…My Charles, I just could not wait to be alone here with you, to come and tell you how tender my feelings for you are.
I have your little photograph before me now. You look out at me wisely with those gorgeous eyes, and your beloved mouth seems to be suppressing a mocking smile. I do so love you, my faraway little god, and I kneel at your feet to adore you with all the fervor of my love.
Two days already, two interminable days without seeing you, without reading your words, without hearing your captivating voice. I am so sad when I am far from you, my dear beloved, and oh how my heart is counting
And then, at the touch of your lips, you shall feel the juices flowing from my cunt, for I too shall climax wildly, my loved one. You will gather my warm come and I shall taste its bitter tang on your lips…
If we both have enough strength left after this orgy, you will take me in a gentle coupling. You put such sweet tenderness into fucking me that you have reawakened my longing for this form of embrace. And we are allowed it, for it is a consecration of our lovemaking. We embellish it with so many perverse touches that it too becomes perverted. Oh, quickly, roll on the end of this curse, which is depriving me of your shameless ministrations. I cannot wait to be with you again, my passionate violent lover, I cannot wait to have you in my arms to intoxicate you with my kisses. Yes, your body is mine, I do believe you now, and I am happy. I shall take you with such abandon, for I love you more than anything in the world.
Yes, I want to use my shameless attentions to make you come to the very limits of your strength. You are mine now, do you know that? And soon you shall be even more so, when you have wetted me with your sperm. Every inch of my body will taste this supreme sap, and you will see this wildest of moments in your dreams: your mistress groaning with pleasure under the jetting of your prick as it strains over her body in the final jolt of ejaculation.
Oh yes, be mine, and mine alone, my beloved god. Say those intoxicating words again. Drive away the contemptible pain of jealousy that grips me at the very thought that you belong to another. Tell me that you prefer the touch of
my
hands. Tell me that you are merely passive in
her
arms, and that I alone know how to give your inflamed senses the voluptuous rewards they crave. I want to love you still more ardently…
It is gone noon, I am afraid I shall have to stop. Till Monday evening, darling love. Write me a long letter like yesterday’s.
I am kissing every corner of your beloved body, your lips and your wonderful eyes. I am entirely yours.
Simone
----
* Simone frequently refers to Charles as her little god and at times uses biblical expressions, a tactic that speaks volumes about the pleasure she now takes in transgressing, even blaspheming. In spite of the separation between church and state in 1905, Catholicism remained extremely influential in French society. However, some families, especially in the capital’s intellectual circles, would not go to church at all and might actually go as far as to declare themselves atheists. Through close reading of Simone’s vocabulary, we can surmise that she received a Christian education, as the overwhelming majority of French people at the time did, but possibly at this point in her life she was not concerned with the precepts of her religion. She will, however, come back to God later, as the other correspondence found in the briefcase reveals.
MONDAY, ELEVEN O’CLOCK
My sweet love,
I have finally managed to get away from today’s outing. I am the keeper of the treasure and no one yet knows why I am so keen to stay here. Let them have the great outdoors…My Charles, I just could not wait to be alone here with you, to come and tell you how tender my feelings for you are.
I have your little photograph before me now. You look out at me wisely with those gorgeous eyes, and your beloved mouth seems to be suppressing a mocking smile. I do so love you, my faraway little god, and I kneel at your feet to adore you with all the fervor of my love.
Two days already, two interminable days without seeing you, without reading your words, without hearing your captivating voice. I am so sad when I am far from you, my dear beloved, and oh how my heart is counting
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