ould call in an hour; then descending by another staircase, left by
the Piccadilly entrance, and taking a cab, joined my expectant lover,
where he was waiting for me. There stripping perfectly naked, we
enjoyed each other most lasciviously, and practised every act of
lubricity. When satiated with our efforts, a second cab conducted me to
St. James's passage, in Jermyn Street, from whence I gained on foot
Swan and Edgar's in Piccadilly, received my parcel, and rejoined my
carriage. Thus no suspicions were excited, either in the household or
otherwise.

We have met thrice since your dear delicious letter fired my
imagination, and I have seized the occasion to taste the sweets of the
neighbouring altar to Venus's legitimate one. After the Count had
fucked me twice I turned my back as if wishing it in a way we often
enjoyed it, but took care to place my bottom in such a position that
the smaller orifice was nearest to his standing prick. Whether he saw
my drift I know not, but finding with his finger how conveniently it
lay, he plunged boldly forward, and half sheathed himself at the first
push. I started with the sudden pain, and should have disengaged myself
at once, notwithstanding that I purposely placed myself to receive his
prick in my bottom-hole, but with his arms round my waist I was
perfectly powerless, and another thrust sent him up to the hilt, but
really hurting me most sensitively; I begged him to desist and
withdraw, but he said--

"I will remain quite quiet for a time, and you will see that your pain
will diminish, and then you will like it."

I could not help myself, and sure enough he was right. Shortly I felt
no pain; slipping one hand down, he began to frig my clitoris, and in a
little time, finding by the involuntary movements of my loins that my
passions were excited, he began to move very slightly and slowly. I
soon found a strange excitement seize me, which increased to such a
degree that I almost fainted, when my nature gave down its divinest
essence. We have since repeated the new experience, but I quite agree
with you in thinking that we must be well fucked first.

The Count is a master of his weapon, which, neither quite so long as
you describe your husband's nor nearly so thick at the point, is very
much so at the root, and as stiff and hard as iron. I assure you, the
wild excess of passion he drives me into is indescribable. You shall
experience the delight of his fucking, for, with you and