Free The Passion of Mademoiselle S. by Jean-Yves Berthault Page A

entrancing letter, and how aroused I still am by it! Even though I have reread those passionate words again and again since yesterday. And how much more I love you, my dear love, when you give free rein to your heart over the pages.
    Darling, you asked me whether, like you, I remember our first lovemaking. How could you think that such a memory is not locked in my heart forever? Charles, could I ever forget that, thanks to you, it was in the course of that morning that I had my first glimpse of true pleasure? Of course the scene is still very clear in my mind’s eye, and I never think of it without a little shudder of happiness. The way we moved, our shy words, our first awkward caresses, the very first time we were in each other’s arms…all of it is deeply embedded in me. But how unlike our true selves we were then! And how we both hesitated to explore the violence we could feel hovering just beneath the surface. Yes, I remember, dear love. The near darkness in that discreet bedroom hid our mutual embarrassment. On that soft double bed our naked bodies sought each other out and discovered each other. Our languid limbs tangled clumsily, and a vague feeling of disappointment after our first contact during the first rendezvous (do you remember, darling, the lovemaking that almost did not happen?!) meant we were hesitant about trying again. But you then took the offensive, my darling, and your violent desire lit an unfamiliar flame in your eye. You were so beautiful that morning, so ready to violate the body you were being offered! You suddenly threw yourself on me. Your fingers left their imprint on my rump, which glowed red from your spanking, and before I even had time to understand your bold initiative, with one irresistible thrust you bored into me, bruising my most intimate parts. And we soon collapsed exhausted in each other’s arms. Now at last we knew we had an understanding, for we had the same perversion and shared the same immeasurable pleasure. My darling love, it will soon be a year since I became your mistress and not once since that happy day have I failed to experience the most unforgettable sensations in your arms. And so you see, I love you more with each passing day, and I shall always love you with the same fervor, the same steadfastness, for as long as you wish it. When I am in your arms, my beloved, there is only one thing I want, and that is to do what you want, and I have only one desire, the desire to go to the very depths of your being to kindle your pleasure. I want to take you ever more fiercely so that, for that one hour, you are utterly mine, so that you cannot escape and so you leave my arms exhausted, powerless, and incapable of giving your body to the Other Woman later that day. Yes, my loved one, that is how I love you, with an exclusive love that suffers from the need to share. I want you to climax passionately in my arms so not a drop of the best of you should go anywhere but inside me that day. And when I am by your side I always want to push us to the very limits of our strength, for I know the happiness such exhaustion can bring.
    And, dear loved one, that is how it will be on Monday. I shall give you the perverse sensation you so love once more. With the full force of my own depravity I will steer you to the very pinnacle of exhilaration. You will quite unreservedly surrender to me the treasures of your beloved body and, like a passionate lover spurred on by the beauty of his mistress, I shall kneel before you and offer you my every desire with my kisses. I shall wrap you in the infinite tenderness of my heart, and before intoxicating myself on your warm, firm flesh, I shall lull you almost to sleep with my lascivious stroking, which will see you drift into a half-sleeping state, and you will be woken when my triumphant member takes possession of your innermost flesh. You will be woken when your pleasure explodes as suddenly and unexpectedly as rain from a storm cloud. You will feel