between my
bubbies, began to play with my feet. I made but little resistance and
he began to raise my petticoats. He touched my legs, he reached my
knees, and at last his hand came in contact with my fleshy thighs. He
rested here a moment and excited me by kisses. I trembled in his grasp
like a leaf--my desires overcame me and I was completely in his power.
He then became more bold and his agitated hand ascended the marble
columns which would lead us to the center of love. At last he reached
my bijou and ran his fingers in the down covering that mossy spot--he
even forced one more bold than the rest between the lips, and gently
rubbed my clitoris. It was too much for me, I opened my thighs to the
widest capacity and absolutely cried with pleasure. He then raised his
head from my palpitating bosom, and applied his lips where he had just
put his hand. He kissed my Mons Veneris a thousand times, and inserted
his tongue between the folding lips; he again sought out my clitoris
and played with it at will. But this could not continue long. I was
absolutely drunk with delirious joy.

"'Oh, what pleasure!' I cried, 'do what you will with me, my dear
Herbert.'

"His only reply was to divest himself of his clothes; he then performed
the same office for me, and we were both naked as we were born. He
turned me round and round--he patted my buttocks and caressed my body
all over. My hands too were not idle. I seized his magnificent
instrument and gently rubbed it and tickled his purse. We were both
almost crazy. He then reclined me on my back on the sofa and threw
himself on the top of me. I eagerly opened my thighs to receive him and
guided his fiery dart to the entrance of my 'con.' He entered the lips
and met a little resistance, but was not to be conquered, for raising
my buttocks I gave a sudden heave upwards, and his instrument was
suddenly imbedded in the sheath destined by nature to receive it. Then
commenced the delicious movements. The motion was delightful. I looked
around me and saw our naked bodies reflected in the mirrors. I could
see his instrument entering in and out of my coral sheath. At last the
consummation came.

"'Oh, Herbert,' I cried--'I die! I die!-clos-er!--closer--clo--'

"Thus muttering, I closed my eyes. My eyelids trembled and with a
convulsive movement I threw my legs around his loins and pressed him so
tightly that I almost took away his breath. All was over, for I felt
the essence of love rush