ars--"Oh how I love
you, my lady love, my divine little virgin, caress me yet once more,
again, still again, it is a dream. Thank you, oh, thank you and yet
again. Oh I am in heaven, do not pause, I implore you, suck me harder
than ever; lick me well; oh! what rapture; ask me what you will, it
shall be yours. You are my mistress, no other but you in the whole
world can transport me in this way. Frig me with your knees. Oh! oh!
oh! I am going to discharge," and my half-opened mouth would prove to
you my enjoyment, and the thirst I had for the bliss you could confer.

Then, more full of passion than ever woman lover had ever been, and
enraptured as you listened to my voice, so completely beneath your
sway, listening only to your own love, you would raise your little
coquettish petticoat, and pressing dear little loves of calves more
closely together, for you could be on your knees, resting upon my
little blue veins, you would frig me in this manner, with greater
vigour than ever sitting down every now and then upon your fine little
heels, in order the better to release my beautiful prick, perfectly
straight and rudely swollen and inflamed with passionate desires, from
between your divine thighs, as soft as satin, and as white as snow, to
better introduce the wet tips of your lovely and velvet like bosoms
into the seductive little hole of my member, whilst my knees raised
slightly behind would gently caress your bottom, so as to give you some
little satisfaction in your turn; and at last, unable any longer to
retard the moment of emission, you would bend forward, resting upon
both your hands, to increase my desire, and keeping yourself back a
little distance from me, while your petticoats would now cover my head,
and act almost like an electrical conductor upon me, you would
intoxicate me with the perfume exhaled from your legs, from your
member, from your cunt, from your bottom, and lastly, you would slack
my thirst and complete the celestial transport by pissing, with eager
rapture, between my burning lips some of that woman's nectar which you
would alone possess, and which, emanating from you alone in the world,
is worthy of the gods. It would be half-past eight.

You cannot form any idea of my excitement at this moment. I hope you
will like this, and will answer me prettily. Am I sufficiently in love?
And do you believe there will be another woman in the whole world
beside yourself for whom I shall have any desire? Oh