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The Boudoir No. 6

VOLUPTUOUS CONFESSIONS OF A FRENCH LADY OF FASHION

PART II

[Translated from the French.}

Continued from page 183

I got so fond of this delicious method of procuring emission, that hardly one of our interviews took place without F. making me enjoy it.

I had alopted for this joy a favourite position. I would recline in a large easy chair that I had purposely placed in my boudoir, with my thighs open, and thrown over the arms of the piece of furniture; my lover, on his knees before me, did a delicious "minette," as he called this way of spending, and when I wriggled and twisted in the paroxysm of pleasure, pressing his head to my belly, gently pulling his hair and ears, and slapping his cheeks, he would drag himself from my grasp, plunge into my cunney, and, enlaced together as one, we spent, till we almost lost our reason.

Sometimes, I would kneel on the sofa, and receive his tonguing offering from behind, my lover glueing his face between the cheeks of my bottom, and finding the delicate spot that received him with joy.

One day, after a rather long separation, my dear F. was able to find me alone. Alas! a monthly obstacle rendered our usual pleasures impossible. I could see he was suffering and looking at my hand in a supplicating way. I was quite disposed to accord him this means of relief, when a mad idea crossed my brain! I remembered the last scene between my aunt and Monsieur B. in the "pavilion" of the park. The

situation was identical, I wished to reproduce it in every detail and easily induced F. to honour me. I made him get up, placed him in the same position, and proceeded to do exactly the same as Bertha. I even succeeded, as I distilled the pleasure, to make my lover utter the same words as Monsieur B. He spurted out his dew afar, and I gathered the last few pearls in my handkerchief.