was perfectly oval and her features as regular as if they belonged to a
Grecian statue. Her complexion was a rich brown. Her hair was intensely
black and hung in a thousand little ringlets on her magnificently
formed neck and shoulders. Her eyes were shaded with long black
eyelashes--her teeth were beautifully white and regular, her arms might
have formed a model for a sculptor, while her bust, which her
low-necked dress allowed to be seen, was the most beautiful I had ever
beheld. Imagine two lovely globes of snow which were so beautifully
developed that they seemed to struggle to get free from the slight
bonds that confined them. Every breath she drew caused those
magnificent orbs to heave in sight. Her hips were fine, her figure
magnificent, and her hands and feet excessively small.
Her companion was a fine, handsome young man of about thirty. He was
well made, evidently of a very amorous disposition. The moment they
entered the chamber she ran up to her lover and throwing herself in his
arms, imprinted some hot kisses on his lips. I could even see her
velvet organ of speech enter his mouth in search of his, and they
remained for a moment glued together. Suddenly the amorous girl
released one of her divine breasts from its bonds of confinement and
pushed it forward for him to kiss.
"_Baisez mon teton, mon cher Alphonse, je meurs pour vous!_" (Kiss my
breast, my dear Alphonse. I die for you ) said she.
And she herself slipped the rosy nipple in his mouth. While he was thus
engaged she kissed his hair, his ears and forehead.
"_O foutez-moi--foutez-moi--mon cher,--Mon con est en feu!_" (O fuck
me, fuck me, my cunt is on fire) she exclaimed.
And with that she began to tear off his clothes, and in a few moments
he was quite naked. She then, with trembling fingers, began to disrobe
herself, and every garment she took off only revealed new beauties. At
last she stood with nothing on but her chemise.
"_Otez ma chemise. Je suis si excitee, que je ne le puis pas_." (Take
off my chemise I am so excited that I cannot do it.)
Alphonse slipped her sole remaining garment over her head and she stood
in all her naked beauty before us. I had seen many naked women, but
none to compare to Eudoxie; she was grace, beauty and voluptuousness
combined. Her skin was dazzling white, her limbs models of beauty--her
tapering legs, her plump thighs, her white belly, her magnificent
buttocks and her mount of Venus, were the most mag
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