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Zusatztext “The steamiest . . . text ever.” — Le Parisien Informationen zum Autor Jean-Yves Berthault is a French diplomat who has worked around the world. Now retired from the foreign service! he has spent the past two years doing research and preparing these letters for publication. He lives in Paris. Saturday, 11:30 a.m. Forgive me, darling, if this note is too brief?.?.?.?I am short of time, because you know I would have plenty to say to you if only I could! Today you will have only tender thoughts from me, only a kiss on your beloved lips and your pretty brown eyes, but I shall be by your side in spirit. And you, beloved, will you think of me? Yes, I hope so, and I do hope to have a little note from you in Monday’s post. Darling, I should like to see you one evening this week if at all possible because I so long for your touch that it will be too endless to wait until Saturday. I want another taste of the passionate moments of our last meeting?.?.?.?the memory of your touch is peculiarly unsettling to me, and I want to be in your arms again feeling the wonderful sensations you give me. Loved one, I want you to love me with all the ardor of your desire, I want you to make me come furiously with your perverse couplings. Beloved darling, tell me that, like me, you want to feel my touch again, tell me also that you are happy in my arms, so very happy, and that you love me?.?.?.? Be good, my adored lover. Keep your perverted fondling for me, keep it for me alone, I want to love you like that forever and ever. Goodbye, my beloved little god. Till Monday I hope! Give me your wonderful body, I want to hold it in my arms, hold it tight until I am imbued with its intoxicating smell. I am pressing my lips to yours in a deep kiss that comes from the bottom of my heart, my heart, which is filled with you, nothing but you. All my most tender thoughts, my loved one. I love you. Simone My darling love, How wonderful yesterday evening was?.?.?.?All that time spent close to you had aroused me, and your pneumatique was enough to intoxicate me altogether. All those passionate words were deliciously exciting, and once I was in my great big bed in the dark of my own room, I was not very well behaved. I perfumed my whole body before slipping between those cool sheets, as if you were to come and join me there. With my head on my pillow I conjure images of my darling little god. I run one hand slowly over my entire body, which gradually starts to quiver. My hand moves from my breasts down to my thighs, drifting briefly into the warm pelt and then sliding farther down. Under the effects of a double fondling, a boundless sense of delight steals over every inch of me. I am shivering with pleasure at this stage because I am thinking of you with all my might. When I come it is so powerful I have to restrain myself from crying out. Charles, darling Charles, yes, tomorrow I shall treat you to the enticing performance you so long to see. When I reach my devastating climax, you will take all of me so I have no time to recover, so that a second climax still stronger than the first carries me deeper into pleasure. Tomorrow, darling beloved, we can act out all our fantasies. I have to stop again. I do not have time to say everything I should like to say. Till later, my loved one. I love you. Simone Tuesday, 31 July My dear darling, Thank you for your last long letter. You are a darling writing to me like that, it makes me so happy when I see the little white envelope in the box! I too would have been very sad had you not replied straightaway?.?.?.?I love you! My dear love, I simply cannot get away from here before Sunday evening. Believe me, my beloved, just like you I ardently long for our next tryst. Every ounce of my being is straining toward you, calling to the exquisi...
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"The steamiest . . . text ever."-Le Parisien
