re us, we were on the sofa, my arm was round her
waist; through the thin folds of her light dress I could feel her firm
haunches and well-moulded body; I talked baudy, squeezed her to me,
pressed her thighs with one hand, and put the other down her bosom.
Every now and then there was a scuffle, a cry, and forgiveness; then
resistance grew fainter, another glass of champagne, and her head
dropped on my shoulder, subdued by amourousness, and when I asked her
to let me sleep with her, she only said, "Oh! I dare not. I must not."
I slipped my hand up to her thighs, she put her hand down stopping its
progress. "If I could only get her into the bed-room, and on to the
bed," I thought and went to Camille's room, the candles were still
burning. "Would you like silk stockings? here they are." "Is it so?"
said she bounding up. I held them up before her. "Let me put them on."
"The garters above knee, mind." "Yes, yes," said she impatiently, "Give
them me".

She sat down on the side of the bed, and let me put them on, putting one
leg up after the other, pulled off her new boots and old stockings, I
saw her thighs, but she never heeded, so anxious was she to get the silk
stockings on. I had thrown off my dressing-gown, and knelt in front
of her as a boot-maker does in fitting on boots. I was so slow, that
impatiently she said, "Give it me, give it me," pulled it on herself,
and then put on the boot. I sat down on the floor, lowering my head and
looking. Her silks and boots engrossed her. My prick came out from under
my shirt, stiff, standing, and pointing up to her; she never saw it,
but got up directly one garter was on, contemplated one leg in the
cheval-glass, laughed with delight, turned round, kissed me; then on
went the other. As I put that garter on, I kissed the thigh just above
it, up she got, lifted her robe to see her legs, strutted up and down
in front of the glass until tired of looking. Her fine limbs looked
exquisite in the silks and boots.

I cuddled and kissed her, put my arm round her. "Do let me dear," I
said. I got my hand up her clothes and between her thighs, she crossed
her legs without replying. "I will fuck you, I swear I will," said I as
I forced my hand still closer in. "Oh! oh!" she said, and nothing more.
I pulled her backwards on the bed, my cock stiff, standing, was under
her eyes, drew her lips close to mine kissing rapidly: my fingers rubbed
the warm slit, her bum began to move uneasily, her breathi