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the hours until I can next feel your touch and your kisses!
Alas, there is still a whole long week to go before you come back to me, before I can hold you in my arms. And how many days will we have to wait before we can savor our magnificent couplings again? But at least you will be here beside me and I shall have the strength to contain my impatience for as long as I have to. But when we are far apart, my craving is exasperated. All our impassioned exchanges come crowding into my mind, arousing me with no hope of appeasement. No, far from your arms, far from your much loved and much longed-for body, I cannot be happy. I miss you immeasurably, my sweet darling, and I am only sad I cannot prove it to you.
I am picturing you now completely naked, lying on your back with your thighs raised to reveal your little brown hole as you offer it up to my ardent kisses. Your hardened cock thrills to the touch of my hot lips but my attentions are not focused on him. Oh no, it is your buttocks I want, your beautiful firm buttocks. I want to drive my impatient tongue between them, and press my avid mouth to your hole…Go on, please, let me, let me. Ah, my sweet love, it is so good sucking on this flesh, and what more arousing sight than a lover’s adored body quivering with pleasure under the effects of these skillful kisses.
That is what I think of when I am far from you. That is what I crave, and your absence is painful. Oh, if I could be with you, my sweet little Charlotte, I should be so happy! Why did you not take me with you the other evening? Why did we not set off together toward oblivion, toward the joys of total possession, even if only for a couple of days? Oh, Lottie, to have you to myself, far from anyone else, for a whole night…what an extravagant dream!
Come back soon, my loved one, for alas we never have more than an hour together…Come back, so that we may be quite inexorably together for that one hour. I need your adorable body more than ever, and I want your arms around me, your wild kisses, your brutal, indomitable couplings, which leave me exhausted, which hurt me but also drown me in the depths of voluptuous pleasure!
And do you, like me, long for these salacious acts? Do you want to savor new vices in my arms? Have I succeeded in giving you unforgettable experiences? Are you happy with me? Tell me…
Shall I have a long letter from you tomorrow? I am horribly impatient and today will now feel interminably long! And how will you write to me? With your heart or with your perversions? What words will your body’s cravings have dictated to you? Tomorrow shall I find one of those entrancing letters like those you wrote to me from your little room in Bandol six months ago? My dear love, I am afraid you are less passionate now. To think we are almost old lovers! Ten months, and counting, and is your desire any less pressing? Have you tired of me?
No, darling Lottie, no, don’t tire of me….We have not exhausted our strength, and when you return we shall love each other so wildly that your lust for perverted excesses will blossom again to my kisses.
I hope you will be able to write to me again, up until Thursday, until you leave for Nantes. I shall be so appallingly unhappy all these evenings that lie ahead. I shall come home all alone, without you. And we have only a few days left to come here together, after that there is a four-month separation…
Goodbye, my great love. Do be good and think of me…I hope you have fine weather, as we do here, and that your brother and his family are all well.
Holding you tightly in my arms and taking your beloved lips in a long slow kiss from the bottom of my heart, which is so full of you.
I adore you and my whole life is now spent waiting for your return…
With passionate kisses on your two hands,
Your Simone
FRIDAY, FOUR O’CLOCK
Darling beloved,
A week ago now I had only just left your loving arms, quite drained by your exhausting attentions; you had spent a
Alas, there is still a whole long week to go before you come back to me, before I can hold you in my arms. And how many days will we have to wait before we can savor our magnificent couplings again? But at least you will be here beside me and I shall have the strength to contain my impatience for as long as I have to. But when we are far apart, my craving is exasperated. All our impassioned exchanges come crowding into my mind, arousing me with no hope of appeasement. No, far from your arms, far from your much loved and much longed-for body, I cannot be happy. I miss you immeasurably, my sweet darling, and I am only sad I cannot prove it to you.
I am picturing you now completely naked, lying on your back with your thighs raised to reveal your little brown hole as you offer it up to my ardent kisses. Your hardened cock thrills to the touch of my hot lips but my attentions are not focused on him. Oh no, it is your buttocks I want, your beautiful firm buttocks. I want to drive my impatient tongue between them, and press my avid mouth to your hole…Go on, please, let me, let me. Ah, my sweet love, it is so good sucking on this flesh, and what more arousing sight than a lover’s adored body quivering with pleasure under the effects of these skillful kisses.
That is what I think of when I am far from you. That is what I crave, and your absence is painful. Oh, if I could be with you, my sweet little Charlotte, I should be so happy! Why did you not take me with you the other evening? Why did we not set off together toward oblivion, toward the joys of total possession, even if only for a couple of days? Oh, Lottie, to have you to myself, far from anyone else, for a whole night…what an extravagant dream!
Come back soon, my loved one, for alas we never have more than an hour together…Come back, so that we may be quite inexorably together for that one hour. I need your adorable body more than ever, and I want your arms around me, your wild kisses, your brutal, indomitable couplings, which leave me exhausted, which hurt me but also drown me in the depths of voluptuous pleasure!
And do you, like me, long for these salacious acts? Do you want to savor new vices in my arms? Have I succeeded in giving you unforgettable experiences? Are you happy with me? Tell me…
Shall I have a long letter from you tomorrow? I am horribly impatient and today will now feel interminably long! And how will you write to me? With your heart or with your perversions? What words will your body’s cravings have dictated to you? Tomorrow shall I find one of those entrancing letters like those you wrote to me from your little room in Bandol six months ago? My dear love, I am afraid you are less passionate now. To think we are almost old lovers! Ten months, and counting, and is your desire any less pressing? Have you tired of me?
No, darling Lottie, no, don’t tire of me….We have not exhausted our strength, and when you return we shall love each other so wildly that your lust for perverted excesses will blossom again to my kisses.
I hope you will be able to write to me again, up until Thursday, until you leave for Nantes. I shall be so appallingly unhappy all these evenings that lie ahead. I shall come home all alone, without you. And we have only a few days left to come here together, after that there is a four-month separation…
Goodbye, my great love. Do be good and think of me…I hope you have fine weather, as we do here, and that your brother and his family are all well.
Holding you tightly in my arms and taking your beloved lips in a long slow kiss from the bottom of my heart, which is so full of you.
I adore you and my whole life is now spent waiting for your return…
With passionate kisses on your two hands,
Your Simone
FRIDAY, FOUR O’CLOCK
Darling beloved,
A week ago now I had only just left your loving arms, quite drained by your exhausting attentions; you had spent a
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