BH-3005 The Memoirs Of A Baron
Gustav Schlling


BOOK ONE

1. THE READER GETS TO KNOW ME

I owe my life to a passionate embrace with which the Old Baron honored my
mother.

The Old Baron was one of the richest noblemen in the country, and the last
member of his branch. It did not matter to him that he could barely count
the number of his forebears; despite the fact that he was the last one, he
had no desire to get himself married and increase the length of his long
line of nobility. Once in a while he would pick out a young girl from among
his subjects whose charms attracted him as the loveliest he had ever seen
at that particular time. He would have her properly trained by a governess
and dress her up in fineries with the help of a tailor and a seamstress of
impeccable taste. Thereupon he would love the girl for as long as it took
him to find another one he liked more.

But he never expelled the sweethearts he had grown weary of without any
further ado. He handed every one of them a dowry in direct proportion to
the measure of delight which he had found with her. Many a surgeon,
schoolmaster or tax collector in the area was rather well-to-do, only
because he had married one of the Old Baron's little wards. (This is how he
himself referred to his dethroned amours.)

To be sure, the old parish priest sulked occasionally about such
misconduct, and he never wanted to hear the confession of one of those
transformed peasant beauties, or admit her to the baptismal font to be a
godmother; however, the pastor was much more sensible in these matters and
wangled it so that somehow the blame was heaped upon the conscience of his
most gracious patron. And the Baron considered the poor parish priest much
too old to be punished for his stubborn orthodoxy.

And it came to pass that the Old Baron visited a certain town and beheld
the daughter of a barber and saw that she was beautiful. He immediately
dispatched his chamberlain, and that Mercury never returned from such a
mission without having accomplished his purpose. He did not fail that time
either. If that fellow had been at the court of a sovereign prince, his
skillful and cunning manners would have swung him upwards all the way to
prime minister.

The shy barber's daughter visited the Old Baron when dusk began to fall 
and returned home several hours later, well laden with many presents.

When ten weeks had gone by, the Baron received a letter from the poor girl
in which she described, to the best of her ability, her fear of the
severity of her hot-tempered father, especially now that she was afraid he
was about to discover a slight change in her condition.

The Baron sent for the old man and sugared the pill with gilding. The man
fumed and raged, then quieted down quickly when the Baron promised a two
thousand Taler dowry for his daughter plus upbringing and education of the
child.

So much for my father and my mother.

2. A LEAP, WITHOUT RISKING MY NECK

The Old Baron remained true to his word. I received an education in the
city as he could only have afforded his own son, and none of my teachers
and instructors who brought him good reports about me returned without
gifts.

My mother died when I was ten years old. The Old Baron had taken a great
liking for me, and adopted me with princely approval as his own son.

I was seventeen years old when this happened and it appears to me that my
readers have now taken a considerable leap without having endangered the
softest member in the least.

3. A LITTLE WORD FROM MYSELF

It is said that most children who owe their existence to an incidental
embrace at which first sight made the passions flare up to a greater degree
have quicker blood, more tender and sensitive nerves, that they are more
receptive to all impressions and I don't know what else. Supposedly, they
are more and have more than those children of an embrace to which the man
goes with carefully measured step and at an appointed time, like the old
Tristram Shandy who needed Saturday nights when he would draw up the wall
clock to remind him with one thing or another about one thing or another.

But however this may be, I must admit that I did get a goodly portion of
passion as could be expected from the manner in which I was conceived. At a
very early age I was aware of a fire in my veins and a restlessness in my 
breast which caused me many an uncomfortable hour. I liked to gaze into the
eyes of some young girl, preferred it even more to take her hands in mine,
and loved it, whenever I had a chance, to kiss her upon the cheeks-or
better yet-upon the mouth. I would never pass up such an opportunity. The
quickening of my heartbeat, the tightening in my chest, the swelling of all
my muscles, and the vibrations that coursed through my body, these were all
experiences much too pleasant for me to neglect even the smallest
opportunity which could bring about any one of these feelings.

I had no supervisors and no bad-tempered tutors; with my good looks, my
cheerful, careless, coaxing and charming disposition, how could I help but
not find frequent opportunities?

4. THAT I WILL HAVE TO REMEMBER

I was seventeen years old when my father officially adopted me. It was a
big celebration which lasted for a week. Many friends from the neighboring
nobility were present, and it did not matter how much they
resented-anywhere else, or in the privacy of their own homes-that my
father's mistress had her place at the table as if she were his lawful
wife, they were not about to decline the invitation since nowhere else in
the area was the table so well laden, were the wines as delicious and was
the music as beautiful as at the mansion of the Old Baron.

I had spent a very pleasant day, jesting with the young ladies and earning
more than a dozen little kisses. I also had drunk a glass or two more of
wine than usual. Was it any surprise then that my blood was unusually
feverish when I had reached my bedroom and that, after hours of tossing and
turning, sleep still evaded me?

My sleeping quarters were next to those of my father and separated from
them by a thin wall only. I could hear my father talking:

Lilla, you sure are taking your time.

I must tell my readers that the Baron had a habit of giving his
sweethearts a name which he considered fitting for them. The one he had at
that time was called Lilla.

I arose from my bed upon hearing my father's voice so clearly and I
suddenly noticed, because of a ray of light on the floor of my bedroom,
that the door had been left slightly ajar. I sneaked a little bit closer
and could just see my father's bed through the opening, and slightly more
to the left I had a very good view of a large mirror on each side of which 
was a wall bracket with a large, burning wax candle. I was filled with fear
and foreboding; my legs crumbled under me. I fell down upon my knees and
remained in front of the door opening as if nailed to the floor.

Lilla entered and walked toward the door, wearing a simple white gown. She
unpinned her hair which fell in long black waves down upon her shoulders.

I had to undress first, she said.

The Baron, who wore a nightgown, walked up to her and, putting an arm
around her neck, kissed her.

The Baron: And get as carefully dressed again, as if you were going to
the dance and not to sleep.

Lilla: Don't you expect that from your Lilla?

The Baron: That is only so I can undress you.

And while he said this, he pulled her scarf and the pins had done their
duty. The dress fell down upon the floor and Lilla stood there, barely
covered by a little chemise.

It took away my breath.

Lilla turned her back toward me, threw both arms around his neck and
languidly rested against his shoulders. Their mutual kisses and deep
breathing made me stiffen.

Lilla let her arms drop, her chemise fell off, and I lost all
consciousness.

When I came to my senses again, I saw

My readers must believe that I had been truly unconscious, for how long I
cannot tell.

As I said, when I had regained my senses, I saw my father resting upon his
bed. His right hand was very busy. I was curious, pushed against the door,
and to my great satisfaction it quietly opened.

I saw

Lilla lying upon her back, both thighs lifted, and my father's hand
playing around with a certain part.

He raised himself, covered Lilla, and I saw nothing but the rising and
falling of his behind and Lilla's white leg over his left hip.

What is that?

Their breathing became louder. I hearkened. A soft moaning followed, it
became stronger and disappeared with a loud, Aah!..

What is that?

The Baron now reclined again on his own side of the bed. Lilla kissed him
and pulled the cover over both of them.

It can easily be guessed that my overheated imagination did not allow me
too much rest.

I will have to remember that, I told myself every time I switched position
from one side to the other while I still hoped in vain to get some sleep.

5. ONE STEP FURTHER

Thus far I had had access to various and sundry company and therefore I
had not very often visited the gatherings of my school companions. This is
why I had only very vague notions about the differences between the two
sexes.

But now my imagination painted many pictures and I felt a burning desire
for closer investigation to enlighten myself as to what exactly made the
difference.

I returned to the city. I boarded with a young merchant who had married a
very pleasant person about a year ago. A girl of about fourteen years of
age served my young hostess and also took care of my small domestic
affairs. Lieschen was going to be the one to clear up my doubts; the only
question was, how was I going to explain this to her?

Lieschen was a little brunette, bright and lively and also extremely
talkative, especially when she knew that her mistress was not around. And
finally that long desired day arrived when Madame Reibhand was making a
visit somewhere. Lieschen brought me my coffee. I took her by the hand and
looked her straight in the face.

Lieschen: Why are you looking at me that way?

Me: I care so much for you, Lieschen.

Lieschen: Well, I like that very much.

Me: Do you care for me a little bit, too?

Lieschen: And why not?

Me: Don't you want to give me a little kiss?

Lieschen: Aha! No, not that!

Me: And why not?

Lieschen: Quiet, milord. The cook could hear us. You just wait. She is
going to leave soon and then I will tell you something.

Lieschen let herself readily be kissed and then she skipped away. I won
that game, I thought, and dreamed wild fantasies about what I was going to
do next.

I stretched out upon my bed. Lieschen entered, I pulled her next to me,
threw my arm around her neck and one, two, three kisses which I pressed
upon her pretty mouth under idle protestations made my lungs distend so
much that I could barely breathe.

Lieschen: What is wrong with you?

Me: Oh, Lieschen, I love you so much.

Lieschen: Me? And not Madame?

Me: But why Madame?

Lieschen: Oh, I just thought so because she likes you very much, and she
always asks how you are doing. She never stops talking about you.

Me: Don't talk that way, Lieschen! Would you want to do something to
please me?

Lieschen: I will be glad to.

I let my hand slide under her skirt; she pushed me back.

Lieschen: What do you think you are doing?

Me: I thought you wanted to do something to please me.

Lieschen: Well, yes but what do you want?

She looked at me, lost all her color and seemed to guess my intentions. I
repeated my first try and was again pushed away. But now desire overpowered
me. I encircled the girl with my arms, stretched her under me upon the bed
and furiously covered her with my kisses. The poor little girl gasped for
breath, she wanted to say something but she could not. I succeeded in
getting my hand under her skirt and, sliding over the round firm thighs, I
searched for that spot which my father's hand had fondled on Lilla and
here, too, I met with success. But when my fingers felt a soft fleece and
went astray in a narrow slit, a certain violence overtook my entire body,
something flowed out of my prick which I had not yet experienced, my eyes
lost the power of perception, I drowned in a voluptuous vertigo and
experienced an indescribable pleasure.

Lieschen had wound herself out of my embrace and looked at me.

Lieschen: What is wrong with you?

Me: Lieschen, what indescribable pleasure!

I firmly embraced her again.

Me: Once more, Lieschen, let me once more touch the most beautiful spot
of your beautiful body, please, once more.

I pleaded so endearingly and with so many kisses that Lieschen visibly
weakened and allowed my hand its free play. The little slit had become
moist, my finger explored and found an orifice; it penetrated and
Lieschen's breathing became short. She threw both arms around me, pressed
me close against her, closed her eyes, and her breath escaped her mouth in
little gasps. A warm moisture covered my hand.

Now, Lieschen?

She wriggled out of my arms and fled away.

6. THAT WAS ONE STEP

From then on I begged Lieschen continually to take me up to her room
because she did not dare to come to me out of fear that Madame, who slept
in the adjoining room, might call her. But I was never successful. What I 
allow you to do is more than enough, She said. Indeed it was an
exceptional pleasure that my hand enjoyed at every liberty; except I had
seen Lilla nude at my father's side and in a quite particular position at
that.

Mister Reibhand was at the market. It was eleven o'clock, and I had been
in bed for an hour, when somebody opened the door, walked up to my bed and
motioned me to come along. It was Lieschen. I jumped out of my bed and
followed her in a hurry.

Come along, she said to me, and see for yourself if my mistress is more
beautiful than Lilla about whom you have told me.

We came to her bedroom. She led me to a door which had a small hole in it
that definitely was supposed to serve another purpose than spying upon
Madame.

Madame sat in her room, leaning backwards in an easy chair. She had her
thighs spread apart, her feet rested upon two stools and she was playing
with her love grotto. Finally she entered it with one finger, rubbed slowly
back and forth, then quickened and soon she moved so fast, her behind
continually going up and down, that it became more of a quivering than a
back-and-forth motion. Fire burned throughout me and I was hot all over.

Lieschen was listening at the keyhole. I grabbed for her and she, too, was
more hot than warm. My exploring hand found her finger in her little love
temple.

Lieschen's bed was only two steps away; the night was clear enough to
prevent stumbling; I embraced her, carried her to the bed, pushed her
thighs apart and laid myself down between them. No resistance. I took off
my shirt, pressed my girl close to my chest, trying to hit Lieschen's
grotto with my prick, and I was now too low, then too high and always
wrong. The touching and moving drove me out of my senses. I panted, puffed
and worked and the old boards of Lieschen's bed, not used to such a
trembling, collapsed and we fell through. But nothing could deter me and
bring me back to my senses. I was laboring hard when suddenly Madame, who
had heard the noise, entered the room, dressed in her nightgown and a lamp
in her hand. The sudden shining light scared me and I fled away, but in my
excitement I missed the door, jumped through the living room into Madame's
bedroom and lost my bearing in the darkness. I tapped along the wall and
could not find my way out.

After Madame had read the riot act to a half-dead Lieschen and wished her
a palpable good-night, I heard her close the door. She came out of her
bedroom into the living room and locked that door, too.

There I stood, poor sinner, as naked as the day I was born, all my fibers
tensed (because no amount of fright would have been capable of robbing them
of their vigor) and I could have disappeared through the floor with shame.

Madame looked me over carefully.

Well, my dear sir, verily, I like that! And in that attire. I would never
have had the pleasure if your confusion had not made you miss that door.

I was incapable of uttering a sound.

Well, you could catch a cold. I will excuse you because you please me
greatly in this get-up, but under the condition that I will never apprehend
you doing that again. Follow me.

She led me to the door, opened it and I hurried through. I realized when I
heard her lock it behind me and laugh out loud that we were together again,
in another room.

I was, and remained, dumfounded.

Madame put the light down, walked up close to me, laid her hand upon my
shoulder and said:

Young man! There has to be a punishment. I hope that, when it is over,
you will have no reason to complain about my severity.

She took hold of me and led me to the bed and invited me to lie down. I
hesitated and she laid me down herself, dropped her nightgown and stretched
out next to me.

I just lay there without moving a muscle.

Can't you find anything on me, she finally said, putting my hand upon
her heaving bosom, that is as beautiful as on Lieschen?

The softness of her bosom cheered me up.

Oh, at the time I did not realize the value of a beautiful bosom. I sat up
and haltingly kissed her, which was returned in double measure and
stimulated my desire to the utmost.

Beautiful lady, I finally blurted, I am beside myself. Please, have
pity upon me.

You are glowing.

She pulled me closer, exposed herself, spread her thighs apart, and led my
hand across curled hairs to the prettiest temple of delight. I went
completely berserk, threw myself upon her and pushed my rod constantly in a
wrong spot. Poor me, I did not know how to behave myself.

Don't be so eager, my darling, said my beauty. Save your strength. Have
patience, slow down a little

I did not listen any longer.

Finally her beautiful hand succeeded in grabbing my staff. I grunted, she
lifted herself slightly and happily succeeded in leading it into her grotto
of bliss.

But I had barely entered it when I lost all feeling in the other parts of
my body; it seemed to concentrate into my prick only. He flowed and I
rested in her arms, completely stupefied by the pleasures of the flesh. She
played around with my hair, kissed me and revived me with her dallying.

Well, my young Baron.

I hid my face in her bosom and was too ashamed to look up to her.

I would almost believe, my dear boy, that I am the one who has robbed you
of your virginity; why are you hiding your face?

She lay there, resting upon her left arm, and had a good view of my entire
body.

My little prick had come to life again and stood erect. She took it in her
hand-lightning shot through my entire being-and smiled. When she pressed
herself against me, bending over and kissing me, she said:

Beautiful boy, you are full of fire, but shy and ashamed and dumb. Be
bold and believe me flirting and necking sweeten the pleasures of love.

Oh, poor innocent boy!

Meanwhile the encouragement had caused me to start moving my hands again.
I caressed her soft skin, squeezed her round and firm behind and searched
for and reached the soft fleece of her wellspring of love.

She pressed me close to her and the busier my fingers were, the hotter
became her kisses and the more swollen every muscle in my body.

She reclined, her bosom rose enormously and she looked at me greedily.

Now, don't be so hasty, my dear, she said. A little bit slower and
please, don't leave me halfway behind on the road to fulfillment.

How could she expect that I knew what she was talking about?

She spread her thighs, I mounted between them; she pulled up her left leg
to support herself, took my little prick and led it into the grotto (I
shuddered) and threw her right leg over my hips.

This is about how I saw Lilla, I thought.

Slowly, my love!

Stop! Kiss me: one, two, three!

Now again!

No so qui

She started to pant, swallowed, her lips quivered, her breath halted, her
eyes grew dim-she clamped herself onto me and reciprocated every push with
such a vigor that at times I was suspended in the air.

Hurry, now. qui  cker aaah aaah ooh!..

My little staff was thoroughly drenched and my beauty closed her eyes, no
longer moving; then, suddenly, I unloaded with powerful shocks and in great
quantity.

Weak and spent, I rested in her arms.

7. CONTAINS MANY REFLECTIONS

I would have to be very wrong, or rather my experiences would deceive me,
if my assumption that many of my readers are jealous of me were incorrect.

How many young men, despite their enormous desire, have no chance to
sacrifice their chastity upon the altar of love? How many do not have the
courage so that they destroy the most beautiful powers of their youth with
their own hand and consume themselves in their own passion?

I was helped and encouraged by good luck. It is possible that Madame might
not have been so good to me if she had not caught me in the act and if I
had not fled into the wrong room. I did not do it on purpose, my desires
had blinded me too much. Maybe it was not her purpose either to allow me
entrance into her sanctuary if she had not seen my obstinately erect prick
which tempered her fury and awakened her desire. A favorable moment and
good luck afford more victories than exacting toil and trouble. I have
frequently experienced this and will not fail to report it to my readers.

I happen to have this disposition, and if I had not had this opportunity,
I most likely would, like thousands of youngsters, squirt courage and power
through my fingers, weaken body and soul, and turn into a sluggish,
discontented, bad-tempered creature which is more like a eunuch than a man;
the type one encounters so frequently. Instead, now that I have reached the
age of sixty, I am still strong and vigorous. I can briskly walk for three
hours, ride horseback all day, enjoy living, eat and drink heartily and
sleep calmly throughout the night.

It is far from me to justify everything which I am about to tell my
readers; how could this make sense when I am talking about a passionate
young man. He follows too often the dictates of his passion and he runs out
of the groove.

It should be quite obvious that I demand for a man and a woman something
entirely different than that which has been prescribed by our moral
systems.

8. WE CONCLUDE A PACT

When Liesehen brought me my coffee the next morning, she was crying.

What is the matter, Lieschen?

You dare ask me? I am woebegone. Madame wants to throw me out of her
house and I have lost all respect.

Poor little girl!

I took her in my arms and kissed her without meeting any resistance. I
went with my hand under her skirt and she did not prevent it. The little
entrance of her love grotto, framed by soft fleece, was quite different
than the one that belonged to Madame.

Lieschen, come to my bed

She followed me without resistance; Madame was still asleep. I put her
down upon her back, uncovered her and she hid her shame-ridden face in her
hands and crossed her thighs.

No! I will not let you see it!

Quickly my trousers fell down around my knees, I laid myself down upon
Lieschen, kissed her, opened up her thighs with my hand and searched for
her little cleft with my prick. I knocked against the gate of her grotto,
and knocked again and again and despite all my troubles I only succeeded in
penetrating about one finger's width when the juices of life got away from
me. She quivered and quaked in every fiber and her breath became weaker and
weaker. She remained for a short while in my embrace. Then she got up and
left my room quietly.

I was still pondering about what could be the reason that I had only been
able to pay homage to Lieschen at the entrance of her grotto, when she came
into my room again and announced that Madame would like to see me.

I became hot and cold; I kissed Lieschen hastily and quickly left to see
Madame.

Madame sat there, dressed in a light cotton negligee. She blushed when I
entered and I bowed stiffly and asked stutteringly how I could be service.

Please, sit down next to me and drink a cup of chocolate with me.

I obeyed.

Madame: Could you keep a secret?

Me: Could you believe otherwise?

Madame: I would not like to think so! But I want to have you all for
myself and I will have to send Lieschen away; I have told her so.

Me: Would that be advisable? The poor girl is innocent.

Madame: Could you promise me, and would you keep that promise for sure,
that you will not let yourself in with her again?

Me: Yes, for sure!

Madame: And so cool? Not even a little kiss to seal our pact?

I embraced and hugged her, and kissed her upon her beautiful, full red
mouth.

She pulled her chair closer and guided my hand toward her round firm
globes of love. I pressed and caressed them and noticed that they gradually
became warmer and started to move in wave-like motions under the influence
of my hands. She kissed me often, looked straight into my eyes, played with
my hair and bit me softly, now on my cheeks and then on my lips.

You are not impetuous at all, my dear boy!

I thought I understood her meaning; I lifted her light skirt, petted the
white, round, firm thighs. She lifted them across mine and my hand landed
where she intended it to be.

That is rather unsatisfactory. Please come along.

She was fiery. We laid ourselves down upon the bed and when she let me go,
she was fully satisfied.

Whether I kept my promise as regards Lieschen, one will find out in the
next chapter.

9. A MOST BEAUTIFUL VIEW

A neighboring nobleman gave a large party and I, too, had been invited as
was now customary with the friends and acquaintances of my father ever
since I carried his name.

There were many people and I had many an opportunity to relish the company
of beautiful ladies and to win their acclaim with my cheerful disposition.

One evening, there was a ball and by lot I had a young officer's wife as
dance partner. She was a vivacious, sparkling brunette with big black bold
eyes. She liked me very much. Do you waltz? she asked me when the music
stopped for a moment. A waltz, I called out loud and spun away with my
dance partner like a top. That dance gave me quite a lot of pleasure,
especially since my beautiful partner during the waltz managed to bring her
face very close to mine and not infrequently she found a way to touch my
lips with hers.

You dance lightly and move well, she said smilingly when we walked
toward the window, and when you learn those little interludes, you will
become a marvelous partner.

I believed that I had only caught half the meaning.

The next day, after the noon meal, my brunette took me aside and said:

It is customary here to take a little afternoon nap, but we will take a
small walk; meet me in the bower near the big pond.

I was only partly aware of my great fortune.

Close to the castle was a large garden, full of hidden roads, dark
passageways, grottoes and bowers and arbors. At the end of each side was a
large circular pathway, bordered by latticework fences, and in its center
was a fountain surrounded by roses.

I met my beauty near the bower along the pond. She was dressed in a light
white gown. She took my arm and we walked toward the circular pathway on
the left.

Did you ever make love, young man? she asked with a sly smile since she
expected my embarrassment to be greater than it really was.

I could feel that I started to blush.

Dear lady, I retorted. And if I had never made love, I would love to do
it now.

Thereupon I put my right arm around her slender waist and dared put a kiss
upon her coral lips.

It went through me like lightning when I felt something penetrate between
my lips during that kiss.

What on earth was that?

I was as yet unacquainted with the magic of a kiss and the voluptuous game
of tongues.

We had come to the fountain. My beauty sat down upon the soft grass and
pulled me next to her.

You said you would love to do it now, she told me, and you sit there
without any spirit next to a lady?

I silently put my arm around her neck, kissed her, played around with the
ribbons of her bodice and pulled one after the other and noticed a 
voluptuous longing when my hands sneaked toward the milk-white globes. My
beauty reclined and seemed a little bored with my playing around.

I kissed her and she draped her arm around my neck, locked her mouth
against mine, sucked on my lips and quivered her tongue along them. Quickly
I learned to reciprocate and I liked this game very much indeed.

My eyes are getting heavy, she said finally. I will sleep some and you
keep watch.

And really, she closed her eyes.

I was delighted to gaze down upon her white, rounded neck; my curiosity
went further, slowly I uncovered her full bosom and gazed with voluptuous
pleasure upon both milk-white hills, topped with the prettiest rosebuds; my
lips were involuntarily drawn toward so much beauty; I kissed them and
suddenly withdrew because I had become afraid that my goddess might wake up
and scorn me.

But she slept on.

My eye wandered down and saw the most beautiful foot and the prettiest
calf.

She was asleep anyway. I advanced closer, lifted the thin skirt above her
knee-how well rounded! I lifted it higher-what an enchanting thigh!

Once a passionate young man sets out upon this path, he may want to stop
after every step, but how could he do it? Just one more step, he says at
every turn, and keeps on going.

I bent forward all the way and hoped to catch a glimpse of the temple of
voluptuousness, but to no avail; she rested slightly upon one side and her
thighs were crossed.

A deep sigh welled up out of her breast and she moved a little. It scared
me and I hastened back to my own place.

She went on sleeping and to my utter delight her movement had given me the
most beautiful view. She lay upon her back, and because she had pulled up
one leg a little bit, her light skirt had drawn up high over her thighs and
draped across her alabaster white body. Her thighs were nude and slightly
spread apart. And there I saw, under a slight hill, the rosebush of love;
even more, but I carefully opened the thighs and now I saw through the
rosebush two pretty pink reddish lines and even if it had cost me my life,
I could not have kept my hands in check. I fumbled around in the bush and 
touched these elastic pink lines which seemed to become more responsive
with every one of my caresses.

A glowing passion took hold of me; my prick became unruly. I sighed
deeply, and my beauty woke up.

Oh, inexperienced cavalier, she said smilingly, how little you know
about using a golden opportunity.

I cast down my eyes, sat up on my knees and she quickly pulled me down
upon herself.

I barely had the time to divest myself of my breeches.

She sucked and bit on my lips, her behind floated upwards and I missed.
She led the way with her own hand and I celebrated a triumphant entry.

My brunette had more experience than Frau Reibhand, possibly because she
was a lady of quality. Her hands were continually busy; now she caressed my
thighs, then she rubbed my back, now she squeezed my cheeks and then her
tongue would quickly run across my lips.

Aah! A little bit She raised her behind somewhat higher.

To the yes aah!

Darling one kiss.

I I oh, precious

Just a 

Oh, how deli-

More

Aah!

Both our pleasures melted together.

I must admit that this pleasure surpassed everything I had hitherto
enjoyed. Our mutual relief had been unusually strong. When I had
recuperated from my fainting spell I sat up. My brunette stayed where she
was. I gazed upon the shores of her lake of passion with sensual pleasure.
It was covered with milk-white foam, I touched the slight swelling, the
velvet body and kissed the adorable navel.

Very good, my darling, you will learn how to please a lady; be more bold
and daring and permit yourself to do whatever your imagination tells you.

She took my staff in her pretty hand; it was so proud that it stood strong
like a tree branch.

Well, now! I must give you credit for having so much strength left after
such an abundant overflow which put my entire being in a state of delicious
quivers.

Precious lady, charms like yours would give life and strength to even the
weakest body.

My dear boy, when flagging passion has taken hold of you, no charm can
bring about strength. Be economical, do not overdo it at such a young age
unless you want to throw away the pleasures of years to come. Darling, kiss
me.

Our tongues started to play, but soon that was too simple for me: I was
looking for more.

Spare yourself, darling; save it for tonight. I will expect you in my
room. Don't wear anything else but your dressing gown.

I will obey; but now

And I had already taken possession of her throne, proving to my brunette
that the first eruption had weakened me very little.

10. THE GENTLEMAN GOES WRONG, BUT HE IS REBUKED

We had agreed that I would visit my beautiful brunette during the night,
and as soon as everything was quiet, I went on my way.

I opened the room and was surprised that my beauty did not have a light
burning. Fully convinced that I was in the right room, I sneaked up to the
bed and listened to the quiet breathing. My hand searched in the dark and
came upon a bony chest with small, shriveled flap-like breasts. Somebody
held my hand.

Is that you, captain?

I shot back to the door like an arrow and raced to my room.

Here, too, a woman gets hold of me; I believe myself to be in the wrong
room, I want to tear myself loose when I recognize the voice of my
brunette.

Where were you?

Oh, precious lady!

Well, let us go to my room.

We turned left, and I had gone, heaven knows how, to the right.

My goddess locked the door behind us.

Where were you? You look like you were frightened.

I told her about my adventure which made her laugh heartily.

No, that would have been too ridiculous. Imagine that shriveled Lady von
Exen taking away my pleasure. No, my dear lady, something as hard and stout
as this is no longer for you.

She took off my dressing gown.

Oh, look at our little dandy all the color gone out of his face. I would
swear he is ashamed. Well, in that case, I will have to give the example.

And in a short moment my little brunette stood there as if she was
supposed to be the model for a nude goddess. She helped me out of my shirt
and pressed me against her pillow-soft body.

Ha, the little one, how unbending; well, we will see who is going to win
the day.

I was by no means idle, my hands had a lot to do; I squeezed, I caressed,
I toyed and fumbled like a little baby. I played with the little curled
hairs, rubbed them up and down, investigated the little cleft and
discovered the small god who was going to be pitched against my own. This
discovery made me greedy; I picked up my prey and carried her to the bed.
My goddess was aglow, the lips of her cleft were swelling, and I threw
myself upon her in a sort of frenzy. Penetration became difficult; she
lifted both her thighs as high as my hips and now I pushed inside with
indescribable feelings of utter delight; and a soft cooing from her
convinced me of her great pleasure.

Now I became more impetuous; the moment of decision had come. I panted and
gave to my beauty, with slow and strong strokes, a rather substantial
amount of my life juices. Oh, she felt them. Her glazed eyes, her
interrupted breathing, the quiver of her lips and the chattering of her
teeth convinced me of that.

Too soon!

Now for please, don't give up. Oh, don't! Quicker!

I gathered my remaining strength, doubled my strokes, and with every
approach of my loved one's behind, my staff was bathed in hot moisture. It
acquired new courage and strength, recuperated quickly, and it seemed as if
the battle had only begun. The doubling and the quickening pace of my
strokes, coupled with this renewed vigor, drove my beautiful one beside
herself. Her thighs dropped from my hips, at times her breathing ceased,
her panting bosom heaved, every sigh became cooing, her eyes closed
altogether and a sweet, pleasing aroma welled up out of her body.

I was glowing. She had little life left; her otherwise so vivacious behind
did not move at all. I lifted it with both hands and supported it with
clenched fists. That seemed to make it an even smoother ride and after some
laboring a second outflow caused my beauty to return to life-at least long
enough to make her emit certain sounds and then I, too, sank lifeless to
her side, my face buried in her ample bosom.

My brunette remained still for quite a while with her eyes closed, her
breathing short and quick, and occasionally a quiver would run through her
body accompanied by a shivering sigh.

Finally the aftermath started to wear off. She sat up and gazed down upon
my body, touching it all over.

My dear boy, for nothing in the world would I have wanted to forgo this
most exquisite of all ecstasies. I have to tell you that I cannot remember
when it ever came simultaneously with such a delicious loss of
consciousness. And look at how the Little Boy is resting there, just
waiting for a hint of encouragement and ready to take one up on it. Look
see, the slightest touch arouses him. Oh, pretty little cupid, whoever
could guess that you were the giver of such copious joy? That you have the
ability to shoot a secret flame through veins and nerves, quicker than
lightning? Allow yourself to be kissed, pretty little one!

As if with such sweet talk, accompanied by fiery kisses and the voluptuous
rubbing of a velvety female hand, not every muscle would swell. And when
our hands touch the most beautiful body, feel the swelling hills and our 
mouths suck their rosebuds, whose nerves would not start vibrating?

But I know of the opposite from young men, not older than twenty-four;
however, those wretches allowed the quintessence of their life juices to
run through their fingers.

Hold on, lover; give us time to prepare properly for new pleasures; the
savoring of sensuality loses its value without proper preparation.

I rubbed her rounded hips, her firm fleshy buttocks, sucked her tongue and
she sucked mine as if we wanted to imbibe each other's soul. My hand went
across her marble-smooth body, down to the firm, round Mount of Venus,
tousled and tugged at the curled silken hairs; my fingers opened the shells
of love, searched and found many small protuberances inside which increased
in size at the approach of their guests and welcomed them with an outflow
of sticky moisture, and suddenly the lovely little inhabitant of the inner
darkness pumped voluptuously toward them.

Well, my darling? Your lips are burning, your eyes sparkle and your
globes are trembling.

Is that true? Your eyes glow, and your breath is burning.

Your whole body has become aromatic, it seems as if your life's blood has
come through the veins and colored your swan-white skin with a rosy hue of
pink.

Your loins are strong and firm, every vein is bursting and every muscle
swollen with power.

This is about how we prepared ourselves, our hands continuously playing
around, firing our imagination and increasing our desire as much as
possible.

My goddess now awaited me with her legs pulled up and her behind raised. I
knelt between them, again gazed intently upon the pretty grotto and slowly
stretched myself upon the velvet body, bringing my rod to its entrance

You're hesitating, increasing my longing, and that, too, is very
pleasing.

I encircled her waist with my arms and pressed her ivory hips together.
The whole body of my goddess trembled, her tongue flicked out of her
half-opened mouth and then I penetrated with one tremendous jolt. The
obstacle of her swollen glands was too weak; my beauty emitted a loud,
voluptuous and tremulous cooing and pressed my behind with both hands 
strongly toward herself as if she wanted to engulf that, too. Our
preparations had made too strong an impression upon my passionate brunette
and after four thrusts she was already gasping for air.

Darling, please quick-er aah!

I remained calm and collected, continued with slow, measured strokes and
for the first time I underwent, with careful thinking, the pleasures and
sensations of voluptuousness.

Oooooh you are torturing me.

And truly, I noticed convulsions not only in her face but in all her
fleshy parts; she squirmed strongly as if something were stuck in her
throat; her eyes were half-closed, glazed and the corners filled with
tears.

Suddenly she started to whine loudly, her behind became convulsive, every
one of my thrusts met with three and four counter jolts, and finally a hot
river burst forth out of its container and flooded hill and valley of
passion as well as the entire sylvan glade of love.

Oooooh! Aaaaah! I can't a-ny lon-ger!

A vision fit for the gods!

Here I was, pressing my half-unconscious beauty firmly against me,
surrounded by the fragrance of passion, continuing with firm measured
jolts. Her legs had lost their power to support her. I paused momentarily,
pulled my hands from under her back, arranged her thighs over my hips so
that her legs crossed and put my hands again under her behind. I continued
my thrusting and played around with my fingers in the derriere cleft up in
the area where the spine ends and which is called the sacrum, though I did
not know its effect.

My beauty recuperated.

Darling, passionate young man, you allow me to taste pleasures whose
delights I have never felt before! Aah!

She nibbled my tongue.

But this time I lost my careful nature; quicker and quicker and more
impressive became my jolts; my prick started to swell tremendously and my
breathing became shorter and shorter.

Ooh, darling!

Despite the strong outflow of my goddess, everything was dry inside those
lips; the protuberances burned and when the most sensitive part of my
nerves rubbed past them, I experienced pain.

Oh, please, help me, darling

She pressed my hips with her thighs, sucked on my lips as if she were
about to receive my slowly fading spirit.

To no avail. My wellspring seemed dried up, its pressure was painful.

My beauty rubbed my loins in vain.

She forgot her tongue-play and started to blink her eyes again. She
pressed me against her, using all the power of her arms and legs. I lost
sight, sound and feeling. The fountain of my goddess flowed again. I romped
and panted. This time she was fully conscious, unlike the last time, and
assisted me wherever she could. She raised herself up and opened wide so
that my prick pierced her up to the hilt.

Aah!

Now the dams broke.

You're choking me! Darling!

The balm of passion erupted with indescribable force.

My beauty had barely felt the fire of this balsam for which she had longed
so dearly when her lips started to quiver and a melodious cooing gurgled
out of her throat. Her well-spring started to flow again and her body
seemed to melt away at the same time.

Aah!

Aah! Whoa!

My jolts doubled.

I am dying!

Now the sacrifice had been offered. Closely embraced, mouth upon mouth,
tongue against tongue, chest against bosom, we breathed our souls together
and fell asleep.

The sun looked across yonder mountain into our window when I woke up.

My goddess of love was still quietly asleep.

Enraptured, I looked at the beautiful parts of this delicious body which
had afforded me those indescribable delights.

I saw the wellspring of passion framed by a soft fleece and with a pink
inner sanctum. So beautiful and pretty! I pressed it softly, bent my face
toward the milky globes and kissed the delightful little bud, so beautiful
that no painter could have painted one that was prettier.

My brunette opened her eyes with a deep sigh, encircled my neck with her
arms and flooded my face with passionate kisses.

My dear Baron, what a night this has been! Even if I were twice as old, I
would still give voluntarily two years of my life for it. But, my dear,
dear boy, be frugal. Don't pander to love every day, and only then if you
are loved in return. My husband will be gone for another month and within a
week I will be at my estate. For a week I will wait for you; do you want to
visit me? Only, till that time be careful with yourself, and as far as I am
concerned, I will reward you for your abstinence.

And now!

She kisses my lips dry. She invites me to go. I am supposed to start my
abstinence right away. I put my proud amour in her hand, suck on her
rosebud lips and visit with my finger the little god in her grotto who
receives me with joyful leaps.

I cannot, my darling! You will be gone after dinner and according to the
clock on the wall it's only four.

Oh, you lecher! I have just told you that you should spare yourself.
Didn't I wear you out enough last night?

I tore myself loose, pushed her thighs apart and looked with hungry eyes
at her rosy cleft. It seemed to open up proudly under my gaze and await my
arrival. My sweetheart smiled. I kissed her globes and they became warmer
while I was kissing them.

Why do you start a fire that you can't put out? Within a week

My kisses stopped her talk; I took possession of the throne and my amour
penetrated into the temple. My sweetheart was teasing me. The more I tried 
to penetrate deeply, the farther she retreated, thus bringing me to the
point of indescribable heat. Finally she surrendered and we parted, greatly
satisfied with each other.

11. A LITTLE RELAXATION

If I am not too much mistaken, my readers now need a little relaxation; I
must be a miserable storyteller if the blood did not pulsate just a little
more and if a secret fire had not gotten into your veins.

Who knows where to get it will also know how to help himself, and I feel
terribly sorry for those who have nothing and who must take what they can.
I only hope that nobody extinguishes the passionate fire with his own hand
but rather with flushed face and burning eyes looks for a girl that might
take pity on him.

If time and opportunity are not there, or if you already have degenerated
into a girl-hater, then my book is in the first place not for you and, in
the second place, it is not worth awakening whatever little feelings you
may have left.

To many a reader of mine the time may have been recalled when he ventured
into the first secrets of love and he may have regretted that it was
neither so easy nor so successful for him, and that he did not fall into
the hands of such beautiful teachers.

Many may even have missed up to now the delicate spices of pleasure. But
that is the way it is. Our talents are given to us in many different forms.

How many a good passionate girl feels a certain restless longing and
becomes deeply despondent? Does she ask herself, why? Possibly she does not
know it herself, or she will cast her eyes down in shame and her restlessly
panting bosom will tell you the why.

But don't look for similar pleasures in just any female lap, and don't
call me a liar when you press now a female body against your chest and find
that the expression of emotions is not as I have described. One rose is
different from any other. I was initiated into the secrets by true
connoisseurs and the rest of my story will give ample proof that I did not
find my Reibhand, and even less a brunette, just anywhere.

But more about this and that after my readers have accompanied me through
some of my other adventures.

12. AS DESIRABLE AS POSSIBLE

I remained for a few more days with my father, since he wanted it that
way, and departed then, very satisfied, toward my town, since I could reap
no more benefits from my pleasures.

How desirable was the message which Lieschen whispered into my ears when
she handed over the key to my room: Madame went away on a trip. The girl
was positively glowing when she told me.

Stimulate eager desire in either lady or wench, and they will meet you
halfway.

Well, Lieschen, then sleep with me tonight.

That's not possible.

And why?

Why?

She cast down her eyes.

I could oversleep if the cook does not wake me up tomorrow morning.

Fine, then I will come to you; I hope you keep the light on.

For what?

At least till I arrive. For sure?

Well, if you want to.

I had seen two female bodies and now I also wanted to see the third one
and compare because I had made up my mind to study feminine beauty in all
seriousness.

Our cook was a fifty-year-old maid whose only pleasure was to stay in bed
and who now thanked her Lord that she could rest up since her mistress had
gone on a trip.

Therefore, I could sneak up to Lieschen's room as early as ten o'clock
without running the risk of being discovered.

She was just about to take off her black silken bodice.

But you're so terribly early.

I sat down upon a chair next to the table with the lamp on it, pulled
Lieschen toward me, kissed her pretty mouth and moved my tongue between her
lips. The poor child recoiled because she did not know what had happened to
her.

I put her left hand in the nape of my neck and the movement caused my robe
to open; she saw that I wore only a shirt and hid her face in my shoulder.

Without further ado I put her upright on my lap, uncovered her bosom and
took her pretty little globes in the hollow of my hand. They were neither
the full blooming roses of Madame Reibhand nor of my fair lady, but firm
and solid buds. I kissed them; my lips were rebuked. The little nipple
stood erect like a point and was still too little to be grasped by my
amorous lips. I loosened her petticoat but she held on to it with her
little hands.

Oh, no!

But yes, Lieschen!

Then you have to put out the light.

Then I would rob myself of my greatest pleasure.

I took both of her arms, put them around my neck, kissed her burning lips,
taught her the tongue game, and the petticoat came down all by itself.

My hands now clutched her round firm pretty little buttocks; I was getting
hot and deemed it improper to hesitate any longer.

I pulled Lieschen upright, took off her bodice and with little resistance
managed to push her blouse over her shoulders.

I must admit that Lieschen had the prettiest body. She was not big, but
everything was so pretty and all the parts so regular and beautiful and
young that I could not get enough of looking at her and touching her.

I had thought, Lieschen, that you would take off my clothes.

She kept silent and hid her face in my neck. I pulled her upright and
threw off my robe and shirt.

There she stood, one hand in front of her eyes, and with the other she
covered you know what.

I embraced my dear little girl passionately and pressed her closely
against myself.

I sat down and pulled Lieschen upon my lap.

She kept hiding her face against my shoulder. She sat upon my left thigh,
I lifted her right one and stretched out her left leg a little bit and
acquired a little better view of the pivot of voluptuousness which was
shadowed by just a little hint of fuzz. But the little mount around the
darling cleft was even more pronounced and more firm than the one of my
precious lady.

Her heart beat loudly and the confused little girl's breathing was now
quickening.

My finger found out that the entrance of her grotto was moist, wandered
inside and discovered its little inhabitant hidden deep down.

Lieschen recoiled and uttered a sharp sigh when I touched it.

But I was after greater pleasures. I picked up Lieschen and carried her to
the bed and without resistance we lay down in position. The entrance was
too narrow; I did not reach my goal.

Dearest Lieschen, pull up your legs to support yourself and lift your
behind, otherwise your pleasure and mine will disappear.

Lieschen obeyed. I now put my prick up in front of the cleft, encircled
her hips firmly with my arms and shoved with all my power. One finger width
and not more. Lieschen's breathing quivered. I tried it again and did not
succeed any better, and then again

Oh, God! Please, stop it. It hurts!

I felt great pain, too.

I relaxed; then gathered all my strength together and pushed as hard as I
possibly could. Lieschen uttered a loud scream and she wanted to shove me
away, except for the fact that she had not enough strength. I had
penetrated about halfway; Lieschen closed her eyes and whined loudly. The
pain became stronger and the burning of her grotto became almost
unbearable. I took it out once more and pushed it back in with great force.
Lieschen's breathing stopped altogether and with great convulsions the 
juices of passion flooded my amour scaldingly hot. Now I doubled my
efforts, penetrated after the third attempt into her inner sanctum and made
up more than double for Lieschen's loss. My pleasure, though coupled with
pain, was indescribable.

Lieschen did not move at all and her breathing sounded like snoring.

I got up, took the lamp off the table and viewed the pretty little
shadowed grotto of love. It was painted with blood and I could still see
some slight quivering. My amour still did not have its head down, it only
burned terribly. I resumed my former position and penetrated again, just a
little bit less heavy than before; the entire interior was aglow. I kissed
Lieschen's mouth; there was no sign of life other than a trembling
breathing which resembled a continuous sighing. I put my hands under her
round buttocks and started again with slowly measured strokes.

Lieschen opened her eyes.

Are you still alive, dear child?

I almost did not believe I was.

And how do you feel now?

She smiled, embraced me and kissed me for the first time and that with
such an ardor which proved to me her full satisfaction.

Sweetheart, lift your thighs over my hips that's better! Yes!.. no the
other one too press them close together

Aah!

You like it?

She sucked on my lips with inordinate desire.

Hold me tight.

Move your behind up and down.

Oh, God, what do I feel! It is coming I cannot hold it up any more.

(Almost in a whisper:) Please, stop I am going to wet the bed.

The innocent girl made me laugh. Instead of letting her go, I pressed her
closer against me and doubled my strokes.

Go ahead, dear child! Do you enjoy it?

Oooooh.

She breathed out slowly and with every breath she released a flood of her
passionate juices. She had not yet finished when it was my turn.

The moment she noticed, she pressed my behind with her thighs as firmly as
she could and made quivering motions with her behind.

We rested. My Lieschen became more bold. I gave her my prick to hold in
her hand. It was weakened and lay there with bent head. She caressed it,
played around with the curled hairs and touched the eggs in the hairy bag
with considerable curiosity. This game cheered up my amour; her touching it
betrayed her interest. I lifted her up and invited her to take a closer
look. She took it in her hand; it came proudly erect.

Well, how do you like that? That's funny.

I bedded Lieschen down again, bent myself over her and invited her to
guide my staff into her grotto.

She did it without refusal and we enjoyed as great a pleasure as before.

13. AN HONEST MAN KEEPS HIS PROMISE

In a week my beautiful Frau von Glossen was about to go to her manor and
wait for me another week.

I did not obey her command to abstain for one whole week, but I was going
to keep my promise to visit her.

I went to my father and asked for his permission.

I thought as much! Don't you know it unseemly to visit a lady when her
husband is not at home?

I colored deep red.

Oh, my little boy! I noticed something at the party last week. Well? Why
do you cast your eyes down?

Excuse me, dear sir

Karl, look at me. Matters like this could bring unpleasant embarrassment.
Now, I have adopted you as my own son, you are a nobleman; do you have
courage?

I understand, dear sir

I do not wish to know anything about it and I just now happen to
remember that I am about to undertake a voyage within the next two weeks.
So, meanwhile put your affairs in the city in order and continue your
journey as you see fit.

Does that mean that I have your permission, dear sir.

Call me father and do whatever you want.

Well, if it is up to me, I

If you want to take a servant with you, select one

I smiled.

You see, little scoundrel, you don't want a supervisor.

I kissed his hand.

Do you want to drive or ride?

Too much kindness!

And my father gave immediate orders that his personal tailor should make
forth with a knight's dress with yellow robe worked with gold. A young
knight, he said, who wants to go out and seek adventure deserves a suit
which makes his figure stand out. Do you wish to ride the brown English
horse or the light sorrel?

If I have my choice, the latter.

Because he is wild and quick; I only hope that the young cavalier will
not lose his balance.

My beautiful Glossen saw me arrive in this getup, galloping into her
courtyard.

A stable-boy took my horse away. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could;
an incredibly old woman, the wetnurse of my beauty as I learned later, led 
me into the reception room and disappeared. My goddess received me with
open arms and denuded bosom.

I expected you to arrive yesterday.

My father wanted to make sure that I was dressed properly.

The old rogue! That would not have been necessary. His son needs no fancy
clothing to be well-liked.

I kissed her for this compliment.

Ah, that's beautiful. Did you practice kissing while you were waiting, or
is your memory that good.

Weren't you my teacher?

How bold and nice.

I embraced her furiously and let my hand grope around in her bosom which
was soft as down.

My boy, my boy! Did you save it up to give me pleasure?

Judge for yourself by my fierce ardor.

And saying this, I carried her to the closet couch and my hand was upon
her source of passion quicker than lightning.

For Heaven's sake, where did you get this audacity?

My beautiful teacher told me that I should do everything with a charming
lady which was dictated by my imagination.

I see you've done your homework! But hold on, my darling, this is neither
the time nor the place. My God, boy, I could eat you!

And she squeezed me rather painfully where the back ends.

We had an exquisite dinner and emptied one glass of champagne after the
other while exchanging all sorts of pleasantries. Little flirtations were
unavoidable; we kissed, caressed, squeezed and nibbled one another, we
sucked the wine out of each other's mouth and did whatever else our
mischievousness suggested.

Believe me, dear reader, whoever is unfamiliar with such dalliances cannot
evaluate them for their true meaning and he could not possibly understand
how many sweet sensations they bring about.

After dinner she led me into a small room.

This is your bedroom and that door over there will lead you to me
(smiling) in case you are afraid of the dark.

I kissed the joker's mouth.

Now, why don't you stretch out here and let yourself be embraced by
sleep. You have ridden for four hours and I am sure that the rest will do
you good. I have seen to it that you will be well taken care of.

Several passionate kisses accompanied her speech. All my objections were
overruled and she left me, promising that she would wake me up in plenty of
time.

And, indeed, it was not at all unpleasant because the champagne had made
my head spin slightly. I undressed, lay down, and fell asleep quickly.

It was two o'clock when my Glossen woke me with ardent kisses.

You are a heavy sleeper! I have sat next to you for quite some time now,
looked upon your full red cheeks with pleasure and my lips needed all their
strength to sip the sleep out of your system.

I pulled my goddess over me; her soft round breasts covered my face, I
sucked the little rosebuds and my hands-how could they have stayed idle?

That is enough, dear boy, come along.

She helped me to get dressed and we walked out into the garden.

A small brook rustled alongside the garden. On the other side towers a
steep mountain, rocks piling upon rocks, forming a huge mass. On this side
is a green opening in the middle of the dark woods encircling it. In the
center of this circle stands a small peasant's hut. Upon coming closer, a
flat basin in front of the hut in which two nymphs pour water out of two
large-urns betrays not the simple dwelling of a peasant but the pleasure
residence of a cultivated townsman. The basin is filled with foam caused by
the tumbling waters out of the nymph's jugs. Thick impenetrable bushes
surround hut and basin and secure against eavesdroppers and spying eyes.

Then the door of the little hut opened. Oh, the beauty covered by this
simple thatched roof. The upholstery of the couches and sofas, depending 
upon which you choose to select, supports your body delightfully. Here you
see a Leda romp with a swan, there you watch Luna kiss a slumbering
Endymion. Here, a satyr is spying upon bathing nymphs, there, a little
cupid coaxes his charming mother with little flatteries.

This is the place to which my beautiful brunette had brought me, and asked
me with a smile how I liked it. I had never seen anything like it; I was
enchanted. She kissed me passionately.

Lover, you are forgetting me. I have not brought you here for nothing. It
is warm, very warm

She opened up my jacket.

Do you know how to undress me?

Soon I had her standing in front of me with nothing else on but a light
shirt, covering her beautiful limbs.

And soon, she saw me in a similar getup.

Shoes and stockings were removed, down fell the shirt, and there she went,
my beautiful nymph, into the foaming basin, laughing at the surprised look
on my face.

I followed her example. We washed each other, chased each other, played
around together, and splashed each other.

My nymph fled across the green lawn. I chased her, overtook her and
punished her petulance with kisses. Then, again, she slipped out of my
hands, jumped into the basin and received me with foaming floods of water.
But nothing could keep me back; I embraced her swan-like neck firmly and
our fight ended in a passionate kissing of tongues.

Tired of our frivolities, we walked hand in hand into the little hut. We
dried our wet bodies with soft towels.

She mockingly inspected my shriveled prick, laid herself down upon the
sofa, and invited me to the battle.

There I sat, looking at the beautiful thighs spread widely, at the very
seat of passion, at the red lips shining through the little bush like a
freshly opened rose.

Oh, poor boy!

She arose, got soft woollen towels, gave two of them to me and started to
rub my body. She asked me to do the same to her. Very soon, a nice warm
feeling pulsated through our bodies. We continued and, according to her
directions, we finally rubbed thighs and buttocks only, especially the
latter.

What a fantastic effect! Fire flowed through our veins! My pillar had
swollen and grown enormously erect. I had never seen it that big.

Come here, lover, I can't hold it any longer.

And really, the strong rubbing had made her behind glow, and it was in
continual motion. Pantingly she ran toward the sofa, threw herself upon her
back and lifted her behind high up, resting upon her drawn-up legs. The
lips of her beautiful mount were hot and tender. I hesitated too long for
her; she pulled me on top of her with great impatience and moved her behind
so violently that I was almost incapable of guiding my prick into her
cleft. She received it with a loud and voluptuous cooing; she worked and
groaned so passionately that her center of bliss flooded after the third
jolt.

A-ah!

Please, don't leave me behind!

I doubled my efforts and she lifted up so high that I penetrated as far as
possible and I brought with indescribable pleasure-a double sacrifice to
her little god.

She moaned loudly, her eyeballs turned around in her head, and she pressed
me close against her bosom.

Now we rested peacefully, our bodies close together.

Despite the heavy losses, my amour still did not want to bow his head; he
remained inside the temple of passion and flirted with the god Hymen.

No more, darling, help me dress myself.

Am I being denied love's greatest pleasure?

Oh, yes, you are. Conserve your strength till tonight, and then I won't
tell you any longer what to do.

I gave her a firm jolt, meanwhile pressing her closely against me and
planting a firm kiss upon her mouth.

Please, dear boy. Please, don't ruin my performance for tonight. I
promise you that I will submit entirely to any desire and fantasy you may
have.

Her pleading was so beautiful and urgent that I had to give in, despite
the fact that my staff was standing up in perfect position.

Oh, you libertine, how lascivious you are.

Don't you like it?

I love it. Darling, where else could I get my pleasures? Will you ever
come again?

Whenever I am welcome, and able.

She sighed, looked at me, and her eyes filled with tears; I kissed them
away with my lips.

We arose, took a bath, dressed, and returned to her little castle.

Without knowing yet for what I was going to use them, I took some of the
woolen towels with which we had warmed our bodies after our bath.

Upon our return we found fortifying cups of chocolate waiting for us, and
we drank them during pleasant and flirtatious conversation.

My dear young friend, I hope that you will be led into the secrets of love
by a lovable creature like my Frau von Glossen; and I would truly pity you
if you were to fall into the hands of some insatiable rutting Messalina who
would force you to spend all your powers at once and who would not be
satisfied till you dropped down, drained of all power so she could look
down upon you disdainfully with a victorious mocking smile.

Yes, my beautiful Glossen was lascivious and passionate, but she was
always prepared for the next pleasure and preferred to save something
rather than lose it all at once.

14. A YOUNG KNIGHT GAINS HONOR

After the chocolate we went for a little pleasure ride. One should have
seen me. I considered myself the greatest when I was trotting next to my
beautiful amazon. Even my light sorrel seemed to feel the same way, because
he had never held his head so high or thrown his legs so proudly.

Around eight o'clock we had a light dinner and we passed the time with
light and frivolous conversation.

Then the clock struck nine.

You are becoming passionate.

Shouldn't I be, dear lady? Would you be less satisfied with me if I were
not?

Who told you about my weakness?

Which makes you so adorable.

Flatterer! It's true, I like passion and insistence, but only if I can
guide it. I like to have something to do, and the restraining of passionate
men increases my pleasure just as much as it is decreased when I am not
very successful.

I embraced her and kissed her passionately.

Does that pertain to me, my darling?

Not yet; (smiling) but it would be nice to find out.

But such a beautiful bosom, soft as down, these well-rounded hips, these
these adorable thighs, limbs like no painter's imagination could ever
portray on canvas, kisses to steal from the most beautiful lips

Poor boy, you forget to put any sense into your speech! But without
questioning the truth of your lovely statements, don't you believe that
your beautiful, young, strong and well-built body does not evoke in me
feelings that are just as pleasurable? I don't play around with your cheeks
and hairs for nothing. It isn't just to idle away my time that I kiss your
beautiful lips, or rub and feel your muscular thighs, or

And you are still waiting?

Because postponing a certain pleasure is a pleasure in itself.

Even when postponing becomes torture?

Oh, little boy, I am afraid that you will become lecherous and let
yourself be guided by your innate desires. It would hurt me if I would ever
have to see you when you lose your virile power and courage. Believe me,
the sweet pleasures of love, when taken too frequently, become deadly
poison.

But what good did her teachings do to a passionate young man who felt
flowing fire in all of his veins and whose every reaction was twice as
sensitive because his nerves were on edge?

From these few lines my dear reader will understand the value of the
beautiful Glossen, and if my memoirs against all probability ever fall into
the hands of some stern moralist, then I will believe for sure that his
damnation of them will be not as strong and maybe, if the beautiful Glossen
would be there herself, he would forget about it all together.

My beautiful Glossen finally gave in. She rang the bell. The little old
woman was ordered to show me to my bedroom.

I was more than extraordinarily excited. I undressed completely, found a
soft flannel nightshirt and put it on over my naked body.

The sleeping quarters of my beautiful Glossen were brightly lit.

She appeared soon.

I thought I would find you ready and eager to go. I am afraid that my
pleasure will be very temporary: you are too passionate.

Without uttering a word, I loosened the strings of her bodice and her
skirts. She sat down upon the sofa. I quickly took off her silk stockings,
pulling them over her full calves, tore at her chemise and while I took it
off I threw myself upon her and guided my prick without any further ado
into the temple of her passion. My beautiful lady did not move at all, only
the springs of the sofa reciprocated my quick and violent jolts which I
doubled every moment.

Alas, the balsam of passion flowed out of me too quickly and I lost life
and spirit.

My beauty kept her mouth pressed against mine as if she wanted to catch my
slowly draining spirits.

My fears were not without ground. You have poured fire into me oh, it
burns and consumes me! And you, you're just lying there powerless, oh!

She started to move her behind forcefully.

Beautiful woman, I said with weakened voice, you kept me waiting too
long. Just allow me one moment; I feel new life stirring.

The body of my beautiful one was aglow, her eyes were at the point of
breaking, her lashes quivered, her lips burned, her breath was but a quick
panting.

I felt my powers return; I embraced her rounded buttocks and started the
battle with renewed vigor  one  two  three.

Oooooh! The voice of my beautiful von Glossen quivered and her seat of
passion flooded. She nibbled passionately on my lips, my ears; every jolt
was followed by a soft cooing; a smell of nectar rose from her body and her
beautiful globes were sprinkled here and there with little dewdrops.

Are you still complaining about me, my panting darling?

Forgive me, I was wrong.

I continued my slow strokes and cheered her passionately drunken soul with
fiery kisses and tonguings.

Don't you want to rest up?

It would be too soon to interrupt the pleasures of my darling
sweetheart.

I promised to leave you completely free, and I hope that you will think
more of your own pleasures than of mine.

I will do that, oh beautiful woman, as much as it is in my power.

I put my hands under her buttocks and let my fingers play around high up
in the cleft. My beautiful lady started to laugh.

Don't do that! Who taught you that? That feeling becomes much top strong
oh!

It did not take long and my sweetheart became very passionate.

She gripped my buttocks, lifted herself and jolt and counterjolt were
carefully measured, each one accompanied by a soft ah.

Soon we lost our composure completely. All our feelings flowed down into
our sensitive parts, and we started to groan; now her cup of passion was
foaming and I poured nectar into it till it overflowed. Slumbering in 
voluptuous after-pleasure we just lay there in sweet unconsciousness,
enveloped by odors of ambrosia.

I cannot tell you, passionate reader, how sorry I feel for your warm
temperament if you have never found anything similar, a being that melts
together with your own self. You must have lost the inspiring feeling of
the highest bliss.

We were recuperating; my goddess looked at my flushed face with a magical
smile.

You are a man of your word, my dear Karl, I could not have enjoyed
greater pleasures than the ones in your embrace. Shall we go into the bed?
It is much easier in there to fall asleep arm in arm.

Morpheus will have to forgive us when we obstruct him in the fulfillment
of his duties.

I sat up. My sweetheart wanted to do the same. I held her back, spread her
thighs and caressed her silken body and the little mound of her love nest.
She was very willing and rewarded my little games with a smile and kisses.
There was still some foam in her grotto and the little love bush was very
moist. I took a small napkin and carefully dried the flooded area.

I have seldom seen a love grotto more enchanting than the one of my
beautiful Glossen.

We both got up and embraced in front of the large mirror. We pretended to
be statues, standing in various carnal positions.

Then I got my towels and started to rub the various parts of my lover's
body.

Naughty! Did you take mine along also?

You have promised me complete freedom, my dearest goddess, and now it is
my turn. If you want to do anything then you will have to wait till

You are a lecher without peer!

I sat down, held my beautiful one between my thighs; I started to rub her
buttocks, her lower body and, not always very softly, the lips of her
little love nest. All these parts started to blush slowly and soon they
were aglow.

Panting with delight she rested her face upon my forehead.

I cannot hold it much longer!

My finger went into the grotto. Everything had become dry, the little god
Hymen stood at the gate, probably to find some cooling air, trying to
escape from the incredible heat.

I am about to perish!

Her legs trembled. My rod was erect; I carried her nearly unconscious body
over to the sofa and guided my amour into her.

The entrance had narrowed and it held me tight. My love hardly felt its
presence while she was bucking up and down fervently. Her intensity took
hold of me also; I pushed as hard and as fast as I could. The room was
filled with our panting and it sounded as if a zephyr blew through a pine
forest.

Oooooh!

We emptied the full cup of our desire with renewed satisfaction.

Oh, my dear, beautiful magician.

Now she was drying my scepter.

Is that your punishment for your haste? To lie there, little giver of
joy, worn-out and powerless.

She caressed it, played with its nectar containers, kissed every part of
my body, including my prick. This honor returned its pride and one, two,
three, it stood ramrod stiff at attention.

After it has tasted the greatest delight? That is too bold!

Too bold, beautiful lady? Am I not to take care of your pleasure?

You have done everything one could possibly expect; I have experienced
delights as I have never known before.

She kissed me as tenderly as possible.

And now, back to bed! I promise you that I will try to give you as much
satisfaction the day after tomorrow.

Is it possible to experience greater delights than today?

Today you had the freedom of giving your imagination free reign; the day
after tomorrow it is my turn.

She arose to get a bottle of champagne, handed me a full tumbler, drank
one herself, and led me to the bed.

We lay down side by side under the soft down blanket. I felt my power
return and, while giving her a long, lingering kiss, I laid myself on top
of her.

Oh, lover, please! Be careful.

I pulled her thighs around my hips and started the battle all over again
with renewed vigor. My goddess was soon in heat herself and increased my
pleasure by playing around with my behind. With a tremendous jolt I spent
as much as I had done the previous time and my sweetheart's passion pit was
copiously covered with moisture.

Finally Morpheus reigned supreme.

The sun was standing high in the sky when I awoke. My face rested upon
Glossen's beautiful bosom and my hand covered her temple of passion.

Carefully and slowly I lifted the blanket.

Whoever could get enough of gazing upon a beautiful female's body? Time
and again, new vistas open up and the hungry eyes of the explorer find
unexpected beauty.

She slept quietly, breathed regularly and every line in her face betrayed
happiness and contentment.

My finger crawled slowly inside her love nest; the lining of the opening
was a beautiful pink rose color. I penetrated and a trembling sigh escaped
from her lips.

I could not resist my desire much longer.

I mounted her very slowly and ever so quietly let my prick sneak into her
passion pit. The breathing of my beautiful sleeping princess stopped and
changed into a very deep sigh. I lowered my body very carefully, then I
remained still and listened, waiting for her to open her eyes so that I
could greet her with kisses.

Her breathing became deep and irregular, deep sighs intermingled with 
rapid panting.

Aah! aah! aaah!

It seemed as if she wanted to lift her behind; I moved up and it followed
me. Slowly I moved sideways and back and forth, finding an incredible
feeling of delight at the sight of my voluptuous sleeping beauty. But my
excitement grew stronger and my movements quickened.

Ooooh!

She opened her eyes; I pressed a passionate kiss upon her quivering lips.

Really! A dream, I thought pleasure ooooh! Oh!

The words died upon her lips. Amour and Hymen were bathed in the nectar of
our life juices.

15. NOW IT IS HER TURN

I am sorry that I have to apologize for this, but I am afraid that I do
not qualify for writing well, or maybe it is true that our language simply
does not have a vocabulary rich enough to do justice to the passionate and
voluptuous scene which I wanted to write for my dear readers. I beg your
indulgence because I may have to restate several things which I have
already described before.

I stayed eight days at Frau von Glossen's estate, and every other day we
sacrificed copiously at the temple of passion.

My fair lady said to me, Tomorrow it is my turn, and

The other days were spent riding, driving, and telling each other joyful
tales. The important thing was to maintain strictest chastity. Playful
tonguing and moist kisses were strictly forbidden; I was not even allowed a
single peek at her carefully covered breasts. We slept separately, each in
our own room, and our doors remained carefully locked after one quick
good-night kiss.

My beautiful Glossen entered at eight o'clock on the morning of the third
day, dressed in a beautiful rose-colored silk gown. Smiling happiness and
joy twinkled around her lips, her long black hair cascaded down to her
shoulders and back and a small nosegay of forget-me-nots was stuck in her
beautiful coiffure. Her breasts gleamed like foaming white milk and proudly
jutted out of the rose-colored frame of her dress.

I was enchanted by this beautiful apparition and did not move.

Today it is my turn, right, my dear Baron? So it is I who must wish you a
good morning first.

Enchantress! What fantastic delights may the day hold in store after I
have seen such a beautiful sight?

I kissed her hand and she planted a kiss upon my lips so delightful that
even Venus could not possibly have improved upon it.

Amidst a thousand little pleasantries she succeeded in dressing me almost
completely; then we drank our chocolate and drove away for a ride through
the woods. It was almost noon before we returned.

After we had taken a nap, we went to the bath. We then sacrificed to the
God of Love, drank more chocolate and rode our horses. We enjoyed our
dinner and then

Excuse me, dear reader, if you are dissatisfied with the picture.

The rose-colored gown and the black hair of my Glossen made her face more
beautiful than ever, and the light that played across it made her look like
a goddess worthy of veneration.

She managed to make the time pass quickly with quips and necking and
before I knew it, it was nine o'clock already.

We went to her bedroom; she helped me take off my clothes, and her
rose-colored gown had done its duty, too.

Our last garments fell to the floor. She embraced me vivaciously, rubbed
my buttocks and caressed my prick. It jumped with joy in her beautiful
hand.

She laid herself down upon the sofa and pulled me down upon her down-soft
body, covering me passionately with kisses.

Darling! Please, lie still till I ask you to help me. Promise?

Your wish is my command, venerable goddess.

She guided joy stick amour into her passion pit. I had to push with my
feet against the arm rest of the sofa and throw my arms around her wide 
hips, thus causing my body to arch slightly, giving her a little bit more
room for free movement. Then she pulled up her legs, threw her arms around
my neck and playfully darted her tongue between my lips. She started to
lift her body very slowly till it was quite high, causing my rod to
penetrate her deeply. Then she pulled back again and my pole was almost
left standing at the doorstep.

Be still, lover!

I had forgotten that I was not supposed to move. She repeated the act, but
this time with more speed. Then she rested again. She had become very hot,
her tongue had stopped its play and her breathing turned into panting. Her
motions became quicker and stronger, her eyes narrowed.

It was infinitely difficult for me to remain calm and it was next to
impossible not to reciprocate once in a while her violent movements.

Beautiful young man, is your pleasure as great as mine?

I am sure of it!

And verily, I experienced a delight for which I had no name. A soft,
voluptuous tingling, accompanied by little spasms in all parts of my body.
It seemed as if the nerve-endings snaked out of my skin only to jerk back
suddenly.

Help me but very slowly!

The one jolt I gave her chased the last word across her lips. The double
movement increased her vigor and desire. A deep red blush stole across her
face and tears welled out of her half-close eyes, and the more her bosom
heaved, the quicker did her breath become.

Help me now! Aaaaah!

I embraced her tightly, doubled my vigor and quickened my jolts her
passion pit flooded.

And now my dam burst also; the nectar squirted with incredible strength,
every muscle in my sweetheart's body spasmed, her tongue quivered between
chattering teeth and her rapid breath seemed to be on fire.

I grunted. The hollow tone came deep out of my chest and was accompanied
by the cooing of my loved one.

I kept on pumping with mechanical vigor and it seemed to me that I had 
turned into a machine rather than being a thinking creature. Finally I
collapsed in sweet unconsciousness.

My sweetheart made me lie down upon the sofa and sat next to me, causing
me to tremble under the sweetest sensations brought on by her beautiful
small hands.

She was delighted with the vigor of my phallus and heaped a lot of praise
on its head, teaching me in the process many a valuable lesson.

Then she lay down upon me; my breath came haltingly, voluptuous sighs
escaped my throat when I carried this sweet and charming burden.

I enjoy listening to your exclamations of pleasure.

Angel!

I was incapable of more speech.

She explored the inside of my mouth, kissed my eyes, my forehead, and, in
general, relied entirely upon her voluptuous imagination.

She embraced me again.

Please, lift yourself up a little bit and guide yourself into my hole.

The lips of her passion pit enclosed it, and I could feel the burning
sensation.

She moved very slowly.

Easy, my darling. Just lift your behind a little bit.

A voluptuous vertigo took hold of me, and it felt as if I were falling. I
closed my eyes with a sigh, shuddering with passion.

She kissed them open again.

Look at me, dear boy, it makes me enjoy my ultimate delight twice as much
when I can see yours.

Oh, dar-

Do it now quick, quick!

She increased her movements and, as if rushing out of a hidden fountain, 
my life juices squirted high up with indescribable delight.

Fire ran through my sweetheart's body; she groaned and labored and finally
collapsed on top of me. The grinding motion of her behind had become a mere
spasming and with every jolt a spurt of passion juice left her grotto and
flooded me completely.

She swooned. Oh, how sweet.

Her body seemed to melt and dissolve into mine; every muscle that had been
taut just a moment before was now utterly relaxed; her soul enjoyed the
flight of sheer delight.

She opened her eyes again and a happy smile played around her lips.

You could not possibly have experienced my delight and I would have
wanted so much for you to have the greater part of it.

Dear flatterer, it is impossible for my imagination to think of anything
more delightful.

Thank you, and I am grateful, whether you are telling the truth or
whether you said it to make me feel good.

She got up, took a towel and dried me carefully. We walked over to the
large mirror.

Do you like the look of it?

I kissed her and nibbled the milk white globes.

She sat down on a chair and pulled me onto her lap.

My dearest boy, I will miss you. I have often looked for delight and when
I thought I had found it, it turned out to be stale and tawdry. It has
never been as satisfying and beautiful as it was with you. Do you think we
could ever meet again?

I don't yet know what is going to happen, since I am about to leave
school.

Would it be possible to see you before you start journeying around?

If it is humanly possible.

We sat there for a long time, talking and holding each other in loving 
embrace. Her tender hand had not left my prick for one second.

I started to rub her body, and asked, Do you want me to use the towel?

Does it give you pleasure?

Shouldn't I enjoy seeing your beautiful white body take on a tender blush
under my hands?

She kissed me passionately.

But darling, the fires of passion that are fanned that way burn deeply
and slowly, they eat down to the marrow and are as suffocating as sulfur
fumes. But they do excite the emotions to the extreme. Besides, it was
actually my turn to give you the greatest pleasure and now you want

I kissed the word off her lips.

Smiling, she handed me a towel but kept one for herself, too. I held her
with one arm, my chest against her bosom; the other hand worked faithfully
on her full behind.

It is true, an enormous fire starts cursing through one's veins and the
excitement becomes almost too painful to bear.

Our knees started to buckle and we staggered toward the bed, barely able
to wait a moment longer for our coupling.

We soon emptied our cups of delight, but the feeling and the passion
lingered. Only our movements had become a little more restrained.

My lady fair lifted her right thigh and laid it squarely across my behind,
just in the small of the back where the spinal cord ends, lending emphasis
to every one of my vigorous jolts.

We started to exhale fragrance and our bodies turned moist; I had never
experienced a more voluptuous feeling.

The moment of full development came close, our behinds spasmed and jerked
rather than moved up and down, our breathing had become passionate hissing.

We pressed our organs close together, stopped moving and lost our breath;
we were captured by the greatest delight. Our mouths slackened, our eyes
glazed and our juices flowed quietly, slowly yet interminably with only an
occasional sustained spasm.

One cannot imagine what it is like if he has not had at least, a similar
experience.

We were completely and utterly exhausted and in the midst of our
climaxing, Morpheus took his poppy juice, sprinkled us liberally and
fettered our limbs.

The clock struck nine when my beautiful Glossen woke me with soft,
caressing kisses.

BOOK TWO
1. A CHANGE IN SCENERY

Following my father's command, I put my affairs in order, took tender
leave of Madame Reibhand (Lieschen was no longer there), and undertook my
journey.

I had just become twenty-one years old.

You have a choice, my son, my father told me. Three in fact: If you
want to become a soldier, I can arrange for an officer's commission; I am
also not opposed if you want to continue your studies, though I wonder if
you have prepared yourself sufficiently for such a career; and finally, if
you decide to finish your life as a country squire, the preparations I have
made will allow for that choice also.

I select the first, sir

Call me father.

If your wish is my choice, father, I prefer to select the sword. Yet I
would also very much like to visit the University for a few years to gain
the knowledge and respect which will do honor to my title. I could have
selected to continue my studies because I did lay a solid foundation for
it; and I also would like very much to spend a few years traveling and see
something of my world.

Dear Karl, you do not know how happy your answer makes me, and I feel
that I have to be perfectly frank by admitting that I did not expect it.
That means that the good reports from your teachers were not mere beggar's
letters as I thought they were.

Select anything you want and I will tell you what else you can expect
from me in the future. Two more years and I will be sixty years old. I am
thought to be the richest nobleman around, and, indeed, once upon a time I
was; but the way I have lived according to a carefully thought out plan-of
which I do not regret a single moment-has made things no longer what they
used to be.

I have now reached the age where many events which used to give me
happiness and joy no longer excite me, yet there are also experiences to
which I have hitherto been insensitive and which now bring happiness to my
soul.

Most of my lands and homes are mortgaged and I would not be true to
myself if I did not put my affairs in order in proper time.

But you are my son, and it would not be fair if I did not give you my
special consideration.

Here, my dear friend, is the plan I have made and which has almost been
realized. I have sold some of my best farms and with the proceeds I have
been able to satisfy my creditors. A few others have been sold on lifetime
interest and I will receive fifteen thousand thalers per year till I die. I
have let most of my servants go with one year's pay and I will only retain
my trusted hunter and, of course, my dear Lilla. I intend to settle on the
small farm near the village; it is nice and quiet. When I die, it will
belong to you also. But I give you Blassenheim, because I have noticed that
you always seemed to prefer that home. You will also have, from now on, a
yearly income of twelve thousand thalers and if you can find trustworthy
and reasonable people, it will be possible to increase that amount.

I embraced my father and cried. I begged him to take everything back; I
was prepared to give up all my wishes, become a plain soldier and live off
my pay, but please, he should not give up his way of life and even if,
after the many years I hoped he would live, nothing would be left of the
estates, I was still proud that he had deemed me good enough to be his son.

Dear Karl, he continued, tears staining his face, I am glad to find
that I was not mistaken in you and it strengthens my desire not to change
one whit of the arrangements I have made. Yes, I will visit Blassenheim,
and I will be overjoyed if I can see you often. I only ask you for one
thing: be an honest and reasonable man, do not deny your assistance to
anyone if you are able to render it, but see to it that he deserves it.
That is all I can tell you as a father. I want you to lead your life
according to your own opinions and to live it as you see fit. From now on I
will no longer hold you to account Tomorrow you will depart for Blassenheim
and make arrangements to entertain me and six or eight guests the day after
that. I will introduce you to your subjects and deliver them to your care.

2. ONE SURPRISE AFTER THE OTHER

The next morning a stable-boy came to see me and asked which horse I
wanted him to saddle.

Whichever one you want, my good man

I was absent-minded; the experience of the previous day had made a
tremendous impression upon me.

I took leave of my father with tears in my eyes and my voice quavered.
Lilla was with him, and I kissed her hand.

Is Lilla welcome when I take her with me? asked my father.

Father, would you want to come without Lilla? She is your undisputed
favorite from among all the other ladies.

That is my son, my father said, kissing me. Lilla, love him like a
son.

Could you doubt it, mylord? asked Lilla. He could never have honored me
more, even if I had been his true mother.

For that I want to kiss you, Lilla, answered my father. And you have
become twice as dear to me if you truly feel what you say.

It is about a five-hour ride to Blassenheim. A groom accompanied me. I did
not speak a word, made all sorts of speculations about my father's
decisions and tried to visualize my future. I arrived sooner than I had
expected.

The manor is a large, multiple building with a huge forecourt. Father's
old majordomo, Jonas, greeted me at the gate.

Mylord, said the old man, I have orders to hand over to you this entire
castle and all that is in it, and I shall account for everything. And if
you want to count me with the inventory, I will serve you for the rest of
my life. I have grown old with your family and I would not like to leave
now.

Well, my old man, in that case you are keeper of my household, I said to
him.

I knew it! I knew it! The moment I saw mylord, I told myself, I can tell
that the young Baron is going to keep me on. I knew it!

Please, show me to the stables.

I found three beautiful riding horses, one of which was my light sorrel
which had become my favorite since it had carried me to the beautiful
Glossen.

I could go on and fill a book with the hundreds of thoughts and feelings
that befell me, but I will not do it. I will leave it up to my readers to
fantasize about my father's magnanimity.

Tomorrow I expect guests, Jonas.

I know. I have ordered the baking and I will wake the cook and his helper
very early in the morning.

The whole household is in perfect order?

Yes, as long as you want to stay here and then it is up to you whatever
changes it pleases you to make. The cellar is very well stocked and I
recommend myself for its supervision. Do you wish to order a bottle of
burgundy or champagne?

With every one of the old man's words I heard new proof of my father's
goodness.

Soon it was ten o'clock in the evening and I was still sitting in my
favorite little room, the one with the low ceiling, looking out over the
flower gardens, when the old man returned and announced that there was a
lady in a light carriage at the gate who had asked to see the keeper of the
manor. He had rushed outside to meet her and the lady had acted very
strangely, and finally ordered him to ask the Lord for quarters since she
had been surprised by the sudden darkness. He had asked for her name and
she had given it to him, but it sounded so strange and foreign that he had
not been able to understand it correctly.

The carriage drove up in the courtyard and I told the old man that he
should have shown her a room and kept me out of it. I was embarrassed and
did not know what to do.

I went downstairs; the old man, holding two lights, walked ahead of me.

A lady, her face covered by a heavy veil, squeeked a never-ending stream
of excuses, laced with complaints about the discomforts of travel, till my
ears started to ring.

Excusing myself that I had not yet been installed long enough to properly
accommodate a lady traveler, we followed the old man up the stairs. He led
us into a room and left to make further preparations.

I became very embarrassed because the lady suddenly stopped talking and I
had no idea what I was supposed to say.

The old man brought a bottle of wine and some pastry and left again.

Would you, please my dear lady do you please, make yourself
comfortable.

My coachman will bring my things in

I will make arrangements.

The old man appeared with her coachman; they brought in a small travel
locker, and left.

It is unpleasant, terribly unpleasant, that the lout drove me in the
wrong direction my chambermaid

If you will allow me, I would like to ask you to please feel at liberty
telling me when I may expect the honor of wishing you a pleasant rest.

Oh, in about ten minutes, no more than ten minutes; it is already
terribly late!

Nobody was more pleasantly surprised than I. That voice had become so
repulsive to me that I did not have the slightest desire to lift up that
veil and see her face.

I added five minutes to the ten, and if it had been of any use I would
gladly have added another five. Finally I reentered her room. There was
only one light burning; she had taken the other one into the adjoining
room.

I paced up And down. Suddenly something or somebody gave me quite a start
by grabbing me from behind. I turned around quickly and gasped

My beautiful Frau von Glossen in her rose-colored gown!

This is a surprise. Right, my dear Baron?

I embraced her.

Angel! And you were able to distort your voice in such a repulsive way
that I felt nothing but unpleasant emotions!

They must have disappeared by now.

I was so overjoyed that I did not know where to start.

I am so glad that you are pleased. But first, please, dear Baron, call
your old man so he can see me and then tell him to get my chambermaid who
is waiting outside at the gate, and have him show her where she can sleep,
and and then we are alone.

My dear Jonas entered. His mouth fell open, his hands clasped together and
he almost called out, God protect us!

I informed him.

I see, I see, said the old rogue, I'll put that girl to bed so she
won't have any desire to listen at the door.

The girl came in and was dismissed.

But my dear, beautiful lady, what gives me the pleasure

Here, read!

She handed me a letter and I recognized my father's handwriting:

If it pleases the beautiful Lady von Glossen to greet the young Baron
Karl von H. as owner and resident of Blassenheim Castle and possessions,
she will also find me there with a small party of intimate friends. His
father is of the opinion, my dear and beautiful lady, that he has rendered
a welcome service with this letter to you, as well as to his son.

W. C. von H.

The old fox has smelled us out. But you really do not mind that, do you,
dear Baron?

I am so happy, I cannot find adequate words.

I am glad to hear that, my dear boy. With a message like this one, how 
could I wait till tomorrow. I simply had to wish you the best of luck since
surely no one more than I is overjoyed with your good fortune.

She kissed me without stopping and I was delighted to look at this
beautiful female and play with her marvelous bosom.

Of course I would like to know everything that has happened since the
last time we saw each other and I am dying to find out precisely what
brought you this good fortune; but I promise to save my curiosity till
tomorrow. Come, my good-looking young man, into your room and I promise you
that I will do anything in my power to see to it that your first night in
your own house will be a most memorable one.

Angel of love, what else could it be with your arms around me and my head
resting between your beautiful breasts?

She kissed the words off my lips.

It was the end of August and the nights were cool.

My old Jonas knew his job; a pleasant fire glowed in the fireplace of my
bedroom. It was nice and warm; a fragrance filled the room.

I truly could not give a proper reason to you, dear reader, unless it was
that my father's indulgence and my shattered nervous system caused me to
experience every little excitement with triple force. I was sure that I had
experienced every delight with my beautiful von Glossen at play, in
embraces and with kisses. But I had never yet experienced the delights that
were now in store for me. The feeling and the delight with which I touched
her beautiful body, the tenderness with which I drank love's nectar from
her lips, delight of delights when I pressed her against my body. It was
not a fury of passion but a tenderness of quiet love which transported our
spirits into a realm of joy.

We had undressed, laid down upon the cloud of our down mattress. Firmly
embraced, lip upon lip, our very breath changed from mouth to mouth, and
not a sound was uttered. We rested that way for a long time.

Then I quietly mounted the throne of love. A soft aah! announced my
amour's entry into the passion pit. Our sensual delight reached its peak
without resorting to foreplay with hands or tongues and we emptied the
goblet of delightful passion, floating through eternity and tumbling into a
peaceful sleep.

I still had my beautiful Glossen captured in a firm embrace when I woke
up. Her body exuded a delightful fragrance and every muscle was as soft and
relaxed as the down mattress that held us together. Not a single sign of
passion was drawn on her beautiful face. Only pure heavenly love shone
forth from every pore. I woke her with delicate kisses; she opened her
eyes:

Oh, my dear Baron, every time I think that now I have experienced every
delight of which the human soul is capable and next time it is still more
beautiful, but the degree of delight I have known this day can surely never
be surpassed.

She did not stop kissing me.

Young man, created to dispense those delights which give meaning to life
itself, please, please, listen to me. Be firm and be careful. Do not allow
yourself to be dragged down to low passion which destroys everything that
is good and beautiful.

It might sound as a paradox to some of you, dear readers, since the
beautiful woman I held in my arms, was the wife of an officer.

That we did not get up without having achieved a tender union and without
having liberally sacrificed upon the altar of love is not necessary to
mention, because it came as naturally as one chapter in this book follows
another.

3. THE FESTIVITIES

My father and his Lilla arrived early. I led him to Glossen; he kissed her
and said with a smile:

My dear lady, I do hope that this unexpected and quick journey has not
been too tiresome for you. You must have left very early, since you arrived
here before I did.

Without answering she took my father and me by the arm and led us into my
bedroom and pointed at the bed.

Are you accusing me, you old libertine, of having rested from a ten hour
journey, here in this bed, last night, in the arms of the most beautiful
young man in the world?

My face was blood-red and my eyes burned.

Father: Look, fair lady, the dear boy is ashamed about your giving away 
his little secret.

Glossen (embracing and kissing me): No, darling, you are not ashamed, are
you? This old voluptuary is well versed in the delights of the flesh, and
his heart is too good. He would not dream of denying others even the
smallest of pleasures. If he had not been so old, and if I had not been
married, I would want him to be my husband. Am I right, you old darling?
Even then you would not deny me the embraces of a lovely young man.

Father: Blabbermouth, do you realize that you are mentioning secrets
which are indigestible to commoners with plebeian upbringing and
education?

Glossen: It would be terrible to keep even the smallest thing secret from
your darling son-and he is truly your own flesh and blood  which might
prevent him from enjoying the delights of life to the fullest.

Father: If you can help him, accept my gratitude.

And he kissed her lips, her breasts, and took his leave with the following
words:

Karl, you have good taste.

Glossen: Did you hear that, you embarrassed youngster?

I: My God, you have taken me by surprise, and I don't know what to do.

Glossen: I will kiss you and play with you till you remember what you
ought to do.

She took me by the hand, pulled me toward my room, threw me upon the sofa
and kissed and tickled me till I felt as if I were on fire.

You are glowing, young man.

She locked the door, then unbuttoned my breeches. I lifted her skirt; she
embraced me with her thighs and we ended our little joke in sweet delirium.

My guests arrived one after the other. I received them and earned as many
compliments as my father did, especially from two exalted ladies who had
brought their equally exalted young daughters with them.

The entire company consisted of sixteen persons.

We sat down to our afternoon meal and the small orchestra which belonged 
to my father played joyful music, delighting our spirits as much as the
fine wines that were being served.

Around three in the afternoon the bell of the village church started to
ring.

They have gathered together, my father said. Would you all please
follow me?

We followed him though we did not know where he was leading us. We went to
the village square. Old and young had gathered together. The village music
started. Father opened the dance with a young peasant girl and we followed
his example, enjoying ourselves as much as the peasants with their simple,
rough pleasures.

How that evening and the night were spent, I leave up to the imagination
of my readers. I would not want to wear you out with a recounting of the
simplest joys.

The visiting party left the next morning after breakfast and only my
father and my dear Glossen remained.

A plan was laid to map out my future. Old Jonas was installed as the
keeper of Blassenheim. I was supposed to go to my regiment where father had
bought me the rank of Lieutenant. And next spring I would go to the
University to further my learning and acquire more experience.

Father gave me an experienced man to become my servant and a week later I
set out on my journey.

4. A FEW REMARKS WHICH MAY SERVE AS AN EXPLANATION

I assume that my readers will not mind, before I start telling about my
regiment, a few short explanations about my father and my beautiful
Glossen.

If you consider this chapter superfluous, please feel free to ignore it.

I have told you that my father was the last one of his line, and also that
he was one of the richest noblemen in the country.

His first article of faith was: Love God and love thy neighbor; his second
was: Man has been created for pleasure; out of these two he formed the
entire philosophy on how to live his life.

My readers are familiar with his opinions about love. He believed that
man, as well as all other creatures, was undergoing constant change. He
believed the same of all things, especially of love. He was therefore
firmly convinced that the fetters of marriage would effectively destroy the
primal goal, the pleasures for which man had been created.

The beautiful Glossen shared my father's opinion, especially in regard to
pleasure and delight. She was the only daughter of a nobleman who had given
her away in marriage at a tender age and thereupon died, leaving her a
moderate income and an estate free of debt.

She was very talented, spirited and had a good education. She soon found
out that her husband alone was not sufficient to give meaning to her life.
Abandon during his early years had caused him to become a senile dodderer
before he had reached the age of thirty-five. Her fiery temperament found
no satisfaction at all!

She was barely twenty years old when she acquired a lover, and she found
in his embraces that she had no reason whatsoever to feel guilty about her
decision.

Unfortunately he died in a duel; Frau von Glossen mourned him properly and
looked around for over four years but did not find anyone who could meet
the standards she had set for proper enjoyment and voluptuous fulfillment.

She had observed me for quite some time before she made the decision to
meet me; and you, dear reader, now know the rest of that story.

5. DOES NOT CONTAIN ANYTHING OF IMPORTANCE

I arrived in the capital city, where my regiment was quartered; I met the
general and my fellow-officers, was taught military drill, and went out
regularly on guard duty.

I made acquaintances, and went to parties, and if I had not acquired a lot
of books, I am afraid that I would have spent many a boring hour.

I met one man in my barracks whose acquaintance I learned to appreciate.
He was a man of learning, who, despite twenty years of experience, was
still waiting for his commission, the latter always being given away to the
beardless and inexperienced sons of wealthy fathers with influence at
court.

I divided my wages with him and listened spellbound at least two hours
daily to his discourses on human nature, the world and politics. I learned
to think methodically. I learned from this man how to compare and to gather
concepts.

6. MOTHER DORE

Quite often, during drills, I heard from one or another always the same
question: Are you going to Mother Dore's today? When am I going to see
you at Mother Dore's?

Once I asked a tall and skinny lieutenant with deep-set hollow eyes what
the meaning of that question was.

My good God, he exclaimed, you have never met Mother Dore? Well, by the
devil, then you really don't know anything. I'll be damned, but I'll see to
it that you meet her today! May God burn me in hell, but we'll go tonight.
I warn you beforehand, you are going to get hustled; they're going to take
you for a few bottles of champagne. But I assure you upon my honor, you're
going to get more than your money's worth of good, solid fun. My dear
Baron, at what time do you want me to pick you up?

But please, tell me first what I am to expect.

You'll see! Goddammit, that'll be fun. I'll be around at four o'clock.
All right? It's much more fun to do those things at night. I'll tell a
couple of other good friends.

I was sorry I had asked, because I could not stand the man's obnoxious
noise, and I was determined not to ask anybody else the same question. I
decided to take the chance and find out what Mother Dore's was all about.
Then it occurred to me to ask my learned friend. His answer was:

Mother Dore is a female who sells bad beer, end even worse wine, for
twice the normal price and she boards licentious girls who consider virtue
and chastity one of the original sins.

In that case I prefer not to be home when the lieutenant comes around.

When he asked me what this was all about, I told him about the
conversation I had that morning. He said:

You will have to go for two reasons. In the first place you would become
the butt of all sorts of practical jokes and needling if you did not show 
up, and secondly, I think that a young man should experience as many things
as possible.

A word of caution, though. Leave your watch and other valuables at home,
and take only one gold piece with you to defray the costs. Also, be careful
not to trust anybody because I am sure that tonight you will learn about a
side of human nature which may surprise you. Tell me about your experiences
tomorrow and I will give you a little lecture about it.

So at four o'clock I was off to Mother Dore's.

We went to a small house which was hidden away in a dark narrow side
street. I followed them, burning with anticipation and curiosity, into a
rather large room. An old woman with shrewd eyes received us.

Lieutenant: I am bringing you a young cavalier, Mother Dore, who wants to
sample your merchandise.

Dore: You pig! How did you succeed in snaring such a beautiful specimen?
It would be worth quite a lot to me if only your behind would look as good
as his.

The strange compliment surprised me.

She took me by the chin.

Dore: Really, you are a beautiful boy. How are your father and mother?

Me: They are doing fine, thank you, and they also told me that if an old
woman like you were to accost me I should punch her in the nose.

Dore (laughing extra hard): My dear boy, save your derring-do and your
hand for the sword. Both would be at the wrong spot on my nose.

The others: Where are the little girls, you old witch; shit on all your
double-talk.

Another: Fuck you, old bitch.

And various other compliments which underscored the good breeding of my
companions.

Now the girls appeared. Nice figures, good-looking, but the total picture
was completely ruined by their brazen looks. It was incredible!

Dore: Over here, girls, greet your new cousin.

They all jumped at me, grabbed me and kissed me, exclaiming loudly,
Welcome, dear cousin. By my soul, you have grown up to be a nice big boy!

Each one of them tugged at me; they all wanted to have me for themselves
and they all hollered at each other:

Hey, you, go to your one-eye!

Scram, Old Pugnose is waiting for you!

Skinny-thigh is waiting for you. Get the hell away!

The noise made my ears ring.

Finally Mother Dore came to the rescue and said:

Get away, all of you. First we have to see if he measures up to our
standards.

She was holding a gadget in her hands which looked for all the world like
a cobbler's measuring device.

Open up your breeches, young cavalier, we don't accept anybody who is
undersized.

I became very annoyed.

I am getting sick of your talking; do me a favor and get me a few bottles
of champagne. And please, leave me alone.

The bottles arrived, and since I had become the host, I had first choice
of which of the girls I wanted to have as a companion. I selected a tiny
blonde whose languid eyes showed less harshness than those of the others.

The conversation soon became very animated. It turned into the foulest
joke-telling and I was glad that I had selected this particular girl. My
companion, either because she had noticed my distaste or because she found
no pleasure in it herself, was comparatively selective with her vocabulary.

I kissed her frequently but something was lacking. There was no spirit or
life in her tonguing; everything was watery; there was no power to it. I
played with her breasts and beautiful snow-white skin, but her breasts were
soft and lacked firmness. She expanded her chest to make them lift, but the
only thing that moved was her rib cage.

She tried everything in her power to excite my passion but she caused far
less excitement than the mere touch of my beautiful Glossen's little finger
would have done.

The wine had taken hold of the spirits. The girls were asked to take off
their clothes. I asked my blonde what she thought of that proposal. She
shrugged her shoulders and answered, Unfortunately I am in the position
that I have to do it, and after a while one reaches a point where the
memory of the time that such a lewd suggestion would have caused shame and
disgust is only a very dim one.

Our girls were undressed. They had to dance and stand in all sorts of
positions as they were dictated by the most licentious imaginations. They
did have very pretty figures, though they were very close to becoming old
and flabby.

But the game did awaken my temperament and when I noticed that one of my
comrades disappeared with the lady of his choice, I suggested the same to
my blonde.

Your wish is a command and I have to obey. This is not the proper place
for refusal, she answered, and we got up.

We went up to her room. I carried her to her bed. Her body was warm, but
it was not the warmth which entices and causes passionate desire. I
caressed her weak muscles, petted her passion pit and had the feeling that
the mound under the Venus rug was worn out. All my work had no other effect
but a few weak smiles and kisses without feeling.

I set myself in position.

My little blonde opened her bag of tricks and proved to be a virtuoso in
the art of love. But passion was lacking.

She felt that I was about to approach my climax.

Move as little as possible.

I obeyed her; she grabbed me in the small of the back and started to buck
and thrash under me, working with short, jerking jolts. I must admit that I
spent with much pleasure.

Are you satisfied with me?

I definitely am, dear girl, but it seemed to me that you did not take
part in the pleasure.

Oh, it has been a very long time since I even experienced one tenth of
the pleasure I just had, she answered, kissing me wildly. You still have
some power left, would you allow me a pleasure which I can barely
remember?

I felt her inner muscles relax and tighten; her face flushed deep red and
her breathing quickened.

You hesitate and you are right a girl like me does not deserve the
pleasure which really belongs to true love only.

I suddenly liked the girl. Her beautiful blue eyes had become tearful but
sparkling; there was not a trace of the brazen harshness left in them. I
kissed her and fulfilled her wish by lifting her buttocks with both hands
and moving forcefully inside her.

Oh angel of mercy once more aaah!

How beautiful the girl looked now that she swooned voluptuously.

Is it possible that you were born for this trade?

Ooh no not that oooh!

Her eyes glazed.

I increased her pleasure when the floodgates of my passion moistened her
love glands.

Ooh I have never had it so good!

Little girl, you're flattering me.

(After some recuperation): I am not flattering you. But can you honestly
believe that I could find pleasure when I have to be available at just
anybody's beck and call? You cannot imagine how repulsive many a male
skeleton is that I have to embrace. And above all, I have to worry all the
time about the possibility of receiving hateful poison instead of pure
juices of passion with which I, in turn, may poison innocent ones.

A noise in the corridor interrupted our conversation. I opened the door
and one of the girls, still naked, came in.

Upon my word, dear sister, I am very jealous. You still haven't finished
and we, poor slobs, are rubbing our fingers bloody and our

A sickening and vulgar conversation. She sat herself down next to me.

You haven't saved anything for me?

She grabbed my prick. I pushed her back.

Well, the little boy! How chaste Well, look here, boy, I don't mind
having my fill also, and I'll be damned if I couldn't serve you something
better than our dead fish Mary Magdalene here who does not even know what
passion is.

She guided my hand to her mound which was very irritated and burned like
fire.

You can feel it, hah? Those old geezers all they know is how to make it
lukewarm and then they pant, croak and fall down like dead flies under a
swatter.

Quick as lightning she walked over to me, sat down on my lap, facing me,
and clamped her legs around my waist. Then she embraced me and kissed me
furiously and passionately.

Now, dear boy, extinguish the fire within me and quench my thirst.
Believe me, it ain't no fun when those old goats finally get you so horny
that it's no longer possible to find relief.

I tried to push her away from me, but she clung to me so tenaciously and
begged me so insistently that I realized I had no choice but to give in to
her ardent desire. That is, if I wanted to escape Mother Bore's
establishment unscathed. Thus, I asked my little blonde if she would lend
us her bed. She was willing but the whore sitting on my lap thought we
already had a convenient position and she wanted to do it that way.

Just lean a little bit forward and stay there so that's it better
so

She guided my rod into her rather wide grotto, received me with loud
exclamations, shuddering and chattering of teeth, and she started to labor
with hollow groans, drenching herself in sweat.

The novelty of the position contributed most to my excitement. I grabbed
the girl firmly, lifted myself a little bit and supported the girl's
buttocks. She thrashed as if she had lost her mind and finally her dried
fountain broke open and a tremendous flood burst forth. She swooned and was
incapable of moving. My little blonde had gotten up and dressed herself. 
She supported me when I was trying to get up and helped me put the
unconscious girl on the bed. Her behind was still jerking, her grotto
filled with foam and the dark-haired frame moist and matted.

But enough about that.

We gathered downstairs and my companions were treated with hair-raising
stories about my prowess which the passionate dark-haired whore painted in
infinite detail. She was inexhaustible in finding expressions to depict her
delirious mood. In the main, however, they were rather on the vulgar side.
She obviously did not have a decent upbringing.

I went home with a lot of questions on my mind.

7. MY HONOR REQUIRED ME TO DO IT

My readers know me well enough by now to suspect that I tried to squire as
many pretty and nice young ladies as I could. In the beginning I was afraid
to have encountered a lot of bad luck because I could not find anybody who
measured up to my beautiful Frau von Glossen and if my natural drive had
been less insistent, I might have gone for a long time without a
sweetheart.

In those days I had come to know a certain lady, slender, and with clear
blue eyes which told me very clearly what she had in mind. I noticed very
soon that she was not at all averse to my attentions and I decided to seek
solace with her, the more since I had noticed that her husband was an
inveterate gambler who spent very little of his time at home.

I happened to know a few other people with whom he regularly sat down at
the gaming table and thus I was able to calculate how long he usually
stayed away from his wife. When I had decided the proper time had come. I
went to pay my respects to her and introduce myself.

She was reading when I met her.

My dear Baron, what gives me the honor?

Dear lady, I have long since desired the pleasure, but certain
considerations have prevented me

I hesitated.

Considerations? In what sense? A young man of your standing and your good
looks what could possibly cause him to have considerations to visit a
lady?

You might call it lack of experience, shyness, or even faulty
upbringing

Your frank and sparkling eyes contradict your excuses.

I kissed her hand and was rewarded with a slight pressure of her fingers.

To make a long story short, dear reader, after a few necessary
preliminaries I had stopped kissing her hand and proceeded to her mouth.
Alas, her lips were rough and unpleasant.

My hand sneaked into her blouse, and found it empty. A bony chest, a few
unsightly warts on a flabby, hardly noticeable mound, and a dry, leathery
skin. I felt sorry that I had started anything at all! But my honor
required me to continue the game. Under slight, pretended protest, I felt
under her skirt and my hand had barely touched a drooping thigh before she
fell around my neck, flooded my face with kisses and allowed my hand free
play.

I found hard, stubby hair, flopping lips and an incredibly large opening.

The woman was a veritable firebrand. She tore off my breeches, threw
herself upon the sofa and waited for me to hurry, in full position. I threw
a glance at her bushy passion part it was yawning at me.

My honor required that I do it!

I did it as quickly as I knew how; she kept me in her tight embrace.

Please, a little longer for me?

My honor required that I do that, too.

Aside from the fact that all the spice of the pleasure, if not the
pleasure itself, disappears when our fortune directs us into the arms of a
female like that, the most unpleasant thing of all is that one really has
to concentrate on the task and quickly exhausts all his power.

Moreover, there is no delight in pieces of clothing and the ultimate
pleasure is considerably diminished when one has no contact with a loving
body, when its passionate aroma is quenched by underwear and the physical
contact consists of a handful of starched linen.

But my honor required me to do it.

It is a loss of energy that is far more exhausting than any excessive
delights experienced with a beautiful body.

I may return to this topic in another chapter.

8. A DIFFICULT TASK

Since the pretty face of my beautiful blue-eyed lady had made such a fool
of me, I was searching my acquaintances for somebody who might make me
forget that miserable hour, and my choice fell upon the Countess Tillig.

She was at the most twenty-four years old, her hair was in between
brunette and blonde, she had a beautiful skin and she was definitely not
skinny.

I searched her sparkling eyes for a sign that I might be rebuked, and to
my pleasant surprise I discovered that not only did she not mind my staring
at her, but she enjoyed the attention and actually encouraged it. The big
question was, now, how to approach her, because her sixty-year-old husband
guarded her with Argus eyes.

I paid my respects to her on various occasions, but I never succeeded in
finding her alone long enough to exchange a few words.

I had almost decided to give up all thoughts of ever getting close to her
because my hot-blooded nature demanded satisfaction, when fortune smiled
upon me. The count fell ill. I knew nothing about this, because I was at a
masked ball, ready to select a pretty mask for a night's dalliance.

Suddenly an ugly peasant woman talked to me, took my hand and wrote with
her finger the word Tillig in it.

I did not understand what she meant when the masked lady led me into a
small sideroom, pulled off her mask and behold! the countess was standing
in front of me.

What a surprise!

I was so overjoyed that I kissed her.

Psst my husband is ill; if you believe it possible to find more pleasure
with a lady who has reason to believe that she is not at all distasteful to
you than you will find here at this masked ball, please follow me.

She walked out without waiting for my answer.

I followed her, handed my domino and my mask to my servant and ducked with
her into the waiting coach.

When we arrived at her home, she led me speedily into a small, dark room,
kissed me quickly, and left.

I sat there for almost an hour and began to get very impatient when the
door opened. My countess appeared and showed me into yet another room.

If I have taken you away from better delights

I put both arms around her body.

Better delights? To embrace a lovely and soft body like yours, to be
allowed to kiss these fresh rosy lips what better delights could possibly
exist?

I must admit that I nearly swooned when I pressed her lovely body close to
me and the heavy breathing of the countess left no doubt as to what was
going on in her mind and body.

A nice comfortable bed stood against one of the walls. I took my countess
by the hand and walked her to it; I sat her down and she sighed. I loosened
her bodice and was surprised at what I saw. Two gigantic snowballs of a
size I had never seen before rolled toward me; I had the feeling I was
drowning in milk foam.

I passionately pressed my lips upon hers, became very vigorous, jumped up
and quickly started to divest myself of all my clothes.

What are you doing? We are not that safe!

I did not listen but stood there in my birthday costume, pulling and
tugging at her dress, and soon I was with my voluptuous and hefty goddess
under the blankets.

I give you my honor that it was not just a small delight for me when I
pressed her soft body against mine. It was a novelty to feel those heavy,
soft thighs and those enormous buttocks. And it was even more so when I
searched my way to her passion grotto.

The countess shuddered voluptuously when my fingers touched the god at the
entrance and the little imp jumped back. I stretched myself full length on
top of her soft body.

Imagine floating on a very soft down mattress and you will approach the
way I felt on top of my countess. I sank into her foam-soft flesh the way a
tired head sinks into a goose-down pillow. My countess received me with a
passionate sigh, pressed my lips against hers and sucked as if she wanted
to rip out my tongue.

I guided my prick into position. God Hymen refused entrance at first and
did not let him in till after some skirmishes.

Never before had my staff entered a grotto with such a feeling of
delightful passion and never before had it been received with such
festivities. It took all my power of concentration not to be carried away
on the first deep wave of passion, and it gave me great delight to view my
countess. Despite the fact that she had lifted her behind somewhat, I had
to support myself with my hands because of her enormous belly and thus had
a perfect opportunity to view her in all her ripe glory. I could also feel
every slight increase of her emotions.

Her eyes became smaller and smaller, her face redder and redder. Her mouth
was half open and her tongue flicked back and forth. Her breathing became
halting and the sound got louder. Her bosom heaved in great big rolling
waves, and every time I increased the pressure she would jerk and a softly
whispered, Aah! escaped her lips.

Now her emotions had reached the highest degree; her eyeballs turned back,
she opened and closed her mouth as if chewing something she could not
swallow, she gasped for breath and her body performed all sorts of
convulsive contortions.

I relied entirely upon my imagination and feeling and emphasized every one
of my movements.

She started to boil over. Her passion pit flooded and at the same time my
own dam burst and an enormous wave broke through. The countess closed her
eyes, her breathing stopped, her body went limp and my prick slipped out of
the grotto.

She had truly fainted and sunk into a deep coma.

I listened, did not notice any breathing, and I became scared.

I looked around the room for some cold water but didn't find any.

Kissing, caressing, shaking her-all to no avail-I squeezed and massaged
her huge globes, petted her moist passion pit and found god Hymen
quivering. He was the only thing left alive in her.

My readers can be assured that my embarrassment was very great.

Finally she opened her eyes.

Oh, my God, where am I?

In the arms of your passionate lover, my dear countess.

Yes so passionate, you could have cost me my life.

She took my rod in her soft hand.

Is it possible that this little devil is capable of fanning the fires of
passion into all-consuming flames at will?

I kissed her and mounted my soft countess again.

Do you require proof, my beautiful lady?

Only with fire and vigor my dear Baron. Otherwise I don't think I could
stand it.

She grabbed my behind, directed the motion and enjoyed the delights with
even greater pleasure than before.

The countess was by far the most passionate woman I had ever met.
Unfortunately she was also absolutely and ravenously insatiable. She did
not dream of saving for the future. On the contrary, even the periods of
recuperation in between lasted too long for her, and barely had her cup of
delight been filled to the brim when she managed to dry up and was
clamoring for a refill. She tried everything to revive my flagging passions
and have me fill her cup again.

It was a very difficult task I had to fulfill. The Venus cup had been
emptied six times and now she reached to me for a seventh.

The last two times had been rather tasteless, but now

I found that the soft flesh which I had liked so much at the beginning had
become oily, flabby, spongy and decidedly unpleasant. The aroma was
positively repulsive. But what was I supposed to do? Right or wrong, I
gathered all my courage and by playing and rubbing the shaft of my prick I 
finally succeeded in getting it halfway up.

Well, let's not lose any time!

She tried everything to let me partake of her undiminishing passion, but
without the slightest success.

Such a young cavalier and tired already?

And she grabbed me firmly and started to labor under me.

She pressed me deep into her body and flooded me as strongly as she had
done the very first time. I finally thought that she was going to let go of
me.

But she held me in her firm grip.

No my dear sir, you owe me one; I have spent alone and I claim my right
to try once more.

We did not even rest up for one minute and she started all over again.

Now, my dear Baron, I feel that you have revived. Do your duty and crown
the works.

I had to summon all my powers just to overcome my revulsion, but then,
half out of spite, I started to poke her with such force that I had the
feeling her spongy Venus mound was about to dissolve under my powerful
jolts.

Every nerve in my body jerked painfully when I finally spent. She held me
and pressed me deep inside herself so she would not lose anything. Then her
own cup flowed over, which at least lessened the sharp pain a little bit.

After this experience, I felt no desire to see my beautiful fat countess
alone again.

9. THE END OF THE SECOND BOOK

My readers are now familiar with a large part of my experiences and if
they have compared one or the other, they may have drawn certain
conclusions. They can also rest assured that I have done the same, even
more so.

The unexplainable ecstasy in the arms and against the bosom of a beautiful
female is the highest, yes the only, true and great human pleasure. One
will look for it in vain in the arms of a blonde at Mother Dore's, even
less against the bony chest of that blue-eyed lady and it becomes
distasteful, yes even repulsive and nerve-racking in the insatiable
embraces like those of the countess.

I cannot prescribe for my readers the type of female where ecstasy becomes
heavenly and the only thing worth living for. The concept of beauty is
relative, as are the ways of embracing and the feeling of passion; everyone
builds his images out of his own desires, his own experiences and therefore
it is very difficult for anyone to be truly short-changed, unless he has
been cut off completely.

I will now take my reader along with me on my further experiences. You
know of my intention to visit the University. I had asked for leave of
absence from the Army, but my request was denied. I therefore decided to
quit altogether.

I took my learned friend, Balthasar was his name, along with me and asked
him if he did not mind becoming my lifelong companion. He agreed. For two
years we visited the colleges and universities and traveled through Italy,
France and England for another two. My most curious experiences are written
down in my third book. I hope that you, dear reader, will agree with me,
and I hope too that I will have succeeded in sparking your fantasy with it,
as I have done with these first two books of mine. If I did not succeed, I
hope you will forgive me.

BOOK THREE
1. WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT IN THIS THIRD BOOK

It is not at all my intention to entertain you with an extensive history
of my academic years, nor do I wish to bother you with a complete
description of all my travels. I will only give you, dear reader, a full
account of my temperament.

I have not wasted my time and I can honestly state that with the guidance
of my devoted companion Balthasar I have gathered more knowledge than one
would normally expect from a person of my rank and standing.

There are travel descriptions about Italy, France and England galore and
consequently I will mention nothing about them, though I do possess enough 
information to fill several volumes since I have spent considerable time in
their capital cities. I will entertain my readers with lesser adventures
and I hope that this will be to their satisfaction.

2. SOMETHING VAGUE

I had been at the Academy for over half a year and I had still not been
able to make an acquaintance. I did not like the few opportunities I had
and the others that I wanted were somehow connected with all sorts of
unsolvable difficulties.

I started to feel a certain uneasiness. I noticed loss of appetite and I
became restless and moody. The moment Balthasar noticed this, he asked me
with much friendliness: My dear Baron, what is wrong with you?

A lot, dear Balthasar, but I don't know what it is.

You don't? Poor man! Aren't you occasionally plagued by restlessness,
inner excitement and increased heartbeat?

Why, yes! You describe it exactly as if you are suffering from it, too.

And don't you know what is wrong with you? By my honor, I believe that
you have never truly searched your heart. Don't you find relief from those
symptoms whenever a pretty female face smiles at you?

Really, my dear friend, that's what I miss most. There is an emptiness in
my heart, an unstilled desire can you feel how strong my heart beats?

I can see eyes full of passion; they tell me everything I need to know.
Why didn't you make some acquaintances? Methinks look in yonder window up
there; I should have sorely misjudged your condition if you were
disinterested in her.

No, I am not exactly disinterested, and she has made it quite clear that
I strike her fancy only, I remain cold there is no great attraction I I
cannot express in words how I feel.

I do admit that without a passionate attraction consorting with women is
relatively empty. However, I am surprised; a young man of your age is
easily inflamed at the sight of almost any bearable female figure. Or is it
that you have been spoiled too much?

How do I know, my dear Balthasar? Come, let us go for a ride.

I had no idea where I wanted to go. I felt an aching throughout my entire
body and was so miserable that I even wanted to pick a fight with the
bedroom curtains.

Go wherever you want, as long as it is far enough, I said to the
coachman as I stepped into the coach. I did not really listen to
Balthasar's stories and answered his questions only halfway. We stopped at
a way station where we met a well-known actor and three actresses.

Good boy, if this is where your 'something vague,' leads you, whispered
my friend to me, we can entertain ourselves. You see, those girls are not
bad looking. Which one do you select?

At the moment no one, was my answer.

We ordered a few bottles of wine and invited the actors to be our guests.
They finally accepted after the first few polite refusals.

The joyfulness of a little woman made me feel somewhat better, and since
she seemed to pay most of her attention to me, I finally sat down next to
her and noticed that she liked that very much.

Our hands touched; I squeezed, and she squeezed back.

She got up and walked over to the window.

Are you leaving me, beautiful woman?

Because I wish I was here alone with you.

That is very flattering for me.

I threw my arm around her neck and pressed a passionate kiss upon her
heavily made-up lips.

She looked at me.

Beautiful woman, would you like to go with me into the garden? I can see
from here that the rays of sunlight make a beautiful pattern through the
tree leaves.

She offered me her small, pretty arm, and we left.

I felt a certain fire burn deep inside me which created a much better mood
than I had known for a long time. Talking became easier and I almost 
started to enjoy myself thoroughly. I noticed a gazebo at the end of the
garden and directed our steps toward it. A wooden bench and a stone-hewn
table were its only furniture. I leaned against the latter, embraced my
little Eve tightly and kissed her upon the forehead. While doing so, I
happened to notice that her breasts were extraordinarily beautiful.

Beautiful woman, would you care to make me very happy and drive with me
to your home?

If you could find a graceful way of doing it as far as the others are
concerned, I would be more than happy, because we are on foot.

I sat down upon the bench, pulled her upon my lap and started the most
passionate tongue-play which seemed to give incredible pleasure to the
pretty little woman. I became very warm and my desire reared its head.

Your face is becoming very flushed!

Beautiful woman

I slipped my hand under her skirt.

She held it and smiled.

Should I be prim?

Do you think that goes well with my passion?

If you weren't so charming I don't know yet what attracts me so strongly
to you.

I succeeded in getting to the rosebush and believed that I had never felt
one that was prettier and smaller. The little passion pit was tight and
firm, proof enough that the little woman had allowed very few visitors.

I almost swooned.

It is very difficult to contain myself, beautiful woman.

This place is very uncomfortable, couldn't you wait a little? After all,
you are going to escort me home. At this very moment I really don't feel
much like it.

I got up and felt a very painful pressure.

Beautiful man, I feel sorry for you.

She leaned against the table and looked at me with the eyes of a gazelle.

I was incapable of stopping myself, sat her down upon the table, lifted
her skirt, stepped in between her thighs, liberated my prick and it jutted
out in full glory.

What makes you think I will give in to your sudden passion?

I put her feet up on the bench, pulled her closer toward me and my prick
stood at the entrance of her grotto. It was larger and more swollen than I
had ever seen it. And my beautiful woman gasped when it started to
penetrate her grotto.

After the initial movements, her languid eyes betrayed the pleasure she
received from the guest she had taken in. Soon her lips started to quiver
and her breathing became halting.

You are coming on too strong I can't stand it anymore please please
not anymore not aaah! more more!

She became weaker while I became stronger.

But suddenly she countered with one enormous push and at almost the same
time we emptied the cup of passion with indescribable delight.

This position was new for me and I am almost ashamed that you found me so
easy to take. If my girl friends were ever to find out what an easy
pushover-I believe that is the word for it-I have been for you, I would
never hear the last of it!

Why would that be, beautiful woman?

Don't act so innocent, my dear sir. There are very few who can boast the
favor, and it took them long and arduous squiring. And if I don't feel
anything here (she put her hand upon her heart), there is nothing in the
world which could induce me. I enjoy my pleasure too much to barter it and
I want you to know right now that whatever happened in here does not give
you the right to certain privileges any time you think of them.

She said it with a very proud expression which made her look even
prettier, since it seemed too natural for her.

Balthasar met us. He took one look at me, then he kissed Madame's hand and
said, I thank you, beautiful woman for putting life back into my friend's
sad eyes.

She said sarcastically, If I have helped to contribute to your friend's
happiness then it is he who should thank me, and not his faithful friend.

Balthasar was too surprised to even blush, and he did not know what to
say.

We returned to the rest of our company and Madame Zertha (that was her
name) drove home with me in my coach.

3. REMARKABLE CAPRICE

I stopped off at Madame Zertha's home. She prepared a light supper and
entertained me very pleasantly.

I asked her permission to spend the night with her.

If I permit you this, she said smilingly, you will have reason to
regret it. Take my advice and be satisfied with a few hours. Then

Regret it?! I exclaimed. How remarkable

Remarkable indeed, but that's because you don't know me. Oh, well, I'll
grant you the night but I assure you beforehand that you will leave out of
your own volition.

I could not understand it.

I helped her to undress. I was surprised to discover that a woman of her
kind had such beautiful breasts, so pretty and firm that they would have
been the pride and adornment of any sixteen-year-old girl.

I prevented her from putting on her nightgown and loosened her silken
underskirt which only hid her pretty calves halfway. She fled under the
blanket.

I begged her, but she remained covered.

Take off your clothes and I will take you to me; but whatever your
curious eyes may want to see, they shall not look at it.

Would you deny me the pleasure of admiring your fabulous body?

If you want to find pleasure in my embrace, it would be silly to deny you
this, especially since I have already given myself to you once. But it is
basically against my good taste; do what you think you have to do and no
more 

I undressed and got into the bed with her. My hands had every liberty but
she did not even allow my eyes to gaze upon her gorgeous milk-white globes.

I had to admit that I was very disappointed not to be able to satisfy my
curiosity, especially since I could feel that her pretty little rosebush
was covered with the finest wool all the way up to her little navel. It was
something I had never felt before.

Come here, and let your curiosity make place for ecstasy.

She embraced me and pulled me on top of her.

But please, let your little boy be a bit more careful this time,
otherwise you will cause me considerable pain.

I followed her directions and went into her quite slowly.

Stop! Not so deep!

The sensations were extraordinary and soon I forgot all my temperance.

Oh, oh!.. it hurts!

Her little hand clutched my prick to prevent it from getting in any
deeper.

That's better stop!

Her breath quivered.

And the more she hurt, the more firmly did she clutch my staff which
unquestionably experienced the strongest release ever, causing her to swoon
and release it.

Ooh, I am going to die!

She could not talk any longer and I penetrated deeper and deeper, and the
more her passion pit opened itself, the farther I went inside. She spasmed;
my pike was captured and I was deep inside her up to the very hilt.

How delightful.

And now, my dear man, let us rest till the friendly morning sun opens our
eyes.

But I intended to bring Venus a second sacrifice. She declined. I begged
her, showed her my intense passion. To no avail!

We will become enemies if you try to penetrate me once more, she said
and turned on her other side.

I don't have to explain to my readers that it was incredibly difficult for
me to remain impassive when lying next to such a beautiful and charming
creature.

I renewed my trials and became more and more passionate because of her
resistance, and started to become a little bit more forceful.

She became furious and pushed me away.

That made me wild. I lost my senses and forced her under me. She pressed
her thighs firmly together; I became furious and actually jammed my rod
between them, grabbed her buttocks, labored frantically and flooded the
soft rosebush with my balsam. Then I sank limply down on the mattress.

She pushed me out of the bed.

Sir, you are rough, unmannered and you will never see me again. And if
you want to do me one more pleasure, remove yourself from my presence.

I would have left without that speech.

It is a very funny feeling to be treated that way by a woman. A mixture of
resentment and bitterness, anger, fear and anxiety, and also of hope, the
hope to be victorious. Pleadings, accusations, threats fly back and forth
till finally, after everything has been said and tried, quiet desperation
takes over; one picks up his clothes and walks out into the street.

Could my readers have guessed, when I met her in the garden, that Madame
Zertha would turn out to be such a remarkably capricious creature?

4. AN OBSCURE STORY HAPPENS AGAIN

One evening I got word that I had won one hundred thousand guilders in the
Lottery of The Hague. I walked up and down one of the busy main streets,
deep in serious thought. I was thinking about how fortune smiles upon some 
people who do absolutely nothing to attract its attention whereas there are
thousands upon thousands who do everything in their power to be noticed,
and fortune turns her face away.

It was about eleven o'clock when I decided to go home and I turned into a
small side street when I noticed a female following me.

Excuse me, sir, but are you not the Baron so-and-so?

As far as I know, yes.

My mistress inquires if you would be kind enough to exchange a few
words

And who is your mistress?

Aye, I am not allowed to tell you; but I am sure you will find out for
yourself.

Well, this looks terribly much like an adventure. I think I will be kind
enough.

But one more thing you will have to follow me in the dark, and climb an
awful lot of stairs, and you can only talk to Madame in the dark, because
if my master oh, God help my soul.

Let's go, dear girl, I am very curious.

I followed her through the house, through a long and narrow corridor, up
two flights of stairs.

Stop, girl, I have to take a deep breath.

Curiosity, uncertainty, and a little bit of fear, all had their fingers
around my throat. I was also standing a little lower than my charming
guide, and thus I happened to throw one arm around her hips while my other
hand explored under her skirts. I kissed her.

Phooey, don't you know that Madame is waiting for you?

But tell me, dear girl, what is the purpose of my visit?

Patience, my lord-phooey, don't do that!  my master is a real
hot-tempered old miser and he expects her in his bed every night by
midnight at the latest.

We climbed another staircase, tiptoed through another long corridor and
finally arrived in a large, darkened anteroom.

Here, my dear guide said, sit down. She arranged a heavily upholstered
armchair for me and put a pillow under my feet. Wait, but if you happen to
hear the doors of the big room open, you must get up quickly and hide
yourself in this closet. I don't believe it will be necessary, but one can
never know what my master will do from one moment to the next.

She went into the other room which was only very dimly lit and soon
thereafter a beautiful figure was standing in the doorway.

I got up.

Don't get up! Please, remain where you are, called the beautiful figure,
closing the door behind her.

But, beautiful lady, don't I deserve the pleasure of admiring your beauty
in the light?

If my husband were to spot a light in this room, that unusual fact would
bring him here instantly.

Don't you have a room here?

In the presence of my servant? And even more, with the possibility of the
tenants in the roof apartments of the neighboring homes gaping and looking
in? My dear Baron, I have made perfectly safe arrangements, but please,
first answer my question: What do you think of my behavior?

I think that the beautiful lady has something of importance to tell me.

I meanwhile groped around, found and grabbed a soft body, only very thinly
dressed. I put it on my lap. She shivered.

I have put my trust, I hope, in a noble-minded gentleman. I love you! The
darkness makes this confession easy for me. I have fought it, and instead
of being able to fight an insane desire for you, you can now see the result
for yourself.

I pressed her close to me, kissed the lips that had just spoken so highly
of me. They were hot and moist and tasted like pure passion.

Again I asked her for more light on the subject.

Please allow me my folly, dear Baron. At least for tonight. I promise I 
will try everything to fulfill your wishes as soon as it is possible.

My hands felt a bosom as full and fresh as a rose blooming in the morning
dew. Her calves and thighs were firm and somewhat large, her hips round and
soft, her silken skin was smooth as the finest marble and her love bush,
the entrance to her passion pit oh, my imagination was a marvelous
painter.

Her kisses were passionate, her hands feather soft; deep sighs welled up
out of her heaving breasts and she embraced me harder and more passionately
with every breath.

Oh, woman, created for loving and such an uncomfortable place.

Not as uncomfortable as you think.

And the high back of the armchair suddenly reclined. I got up the moment I
noticed that and prepared myself for the coming battle. I bedded my
sweetheart down; she was glowing all over, and judging from her breathing
and her movements one would have sworn that she was already sampling the
joys of ecstasy. I was almost right, because when I carefully mounted her
and felt my way toward her passion pit, I noticed that it was about to
overflow. This made me very passionate and I drove my rod home. Never
before had it received such a hearty welcome; the altar graciously
swallowed the sacrifice that was brought to it.

My sweetheart embraced me firmly and crushed her lips against mine. Every
one of her movements was accompanied by a deep breathing that sounded like
mournful sighs. My imagination proved to be very active and helpful; I was
afraid that I could no longer control my ever-increasing passion.

Ooh, you are swelling ooh!

Hold me tight, my love!

Lift up a little bit.-

I penetrated up to the root and the balsam of life spurted like a jet
stream, causing the most delightful sensations.

Oh, it burns through my veins what a delicious feeling inside!

She was moving uncontrollably. I noticed convulsions deep inside her, her
breath quivered and a hesitant cooing escaped her throat.

After she had recuperated somewhat, she said, That must be-the true 
delight of love. Have pity on me, my dear Baron. For three years now, an
old man once in a while sleeps with me and despite all I try, I don't even
succeed in making him lukewarm. And worst of all, it sometimes happens that
he causes me to feel passionate, only to extinguish that feeling with his
cold body. Hush! There he comes, you know what to do.

The door at the end of the corridor opened, my unknown sweetheart rushed
into her room, and I went into the cabinet.

But why so early tonight, my dear? I heard her ask.

I am sleepy, mumbled the old man, shuffling after her into the room.

Soon thereafter the maid appeared with a light, and opened the cabinet.
Oh, what a beautiful sight, she said smilingly. You may have to stay
with me for a while till the other servants are asleep.

But how could you think, my dear child, that I would leave you? I will
stay with you!

And what would Madame say about that?

You will find out the moment you tell her.

Oh no, dear sir, I don't like to pick the bones from somebody else's
meal.

But I like you, dear girl. I want to stay with you. Where is your
bedroom?

I opened a door, and-sure enough-it was her bedroom. I took the girl by
the arm, led her inside and locked the door behind us.

I believe you are serious.

But naturally I am, dear girl. I took the light out of her hand and put
it on the table. Then I pulled my girl toward me on the bed.

Oh, phooey! Let go of me!

After a very light struggle, laced with many a phooey, she was only
wearing a very thin shirt.

You see, little girl, I am very serious.

And in no time at all I was standing nude in front of her. She hid her 
eyes in the hollows of her hands and completely forgot to refuse me when I
took off her shirt. She suddenly collapsed in my arms and trembled against
me as if she were trying to hide herself.

Every quivering muscle in her body betrayed her passion. The curly hairs
around her love spot were raven black and the lips were opened like I had
never seen before. I put my staff in her hand and she let out a deep sigh.

Do you want me to leave now, dear girl?

Your joke is said at the wrong time.

You are right. Come here and see for yourself, or rather find out for
yourself if you get the leftover bones from a sumptuous meal.

The girl-her name was Dorothea-knew immediately what to do. She was barely
in position when she swung her right leg across my hip and countered every
one of my jolts with an expert move.

Please, don't shorten my pleasure don't move so fast!

I remained calm and let her do all the work till I noticed that her
excitement had increased to fever pitch and I started to plow into her with
all my power. She closed her eyes, thrashed around, and groaned loudly.

It's killing me!

One, two, three and her passion pit overflowed.

Well, Dorothea, was it just a pitiful dessert?

Oh phooey!

And what will Madame say?

I don't care. Why did she have to have me hear how nice it was for her?
Otherwise you wouldn't have found me so ready and willing.

Are you serious, dear girl? Well, I am going to see if I can reward your
honesty by trying to do it once more, and better.

Dorothea had no complaints and I went home that night around three
o'clock.

5. I FALL DEEPLY IN LOVE

The night I spent with my beautiful lady in the dark had lifted my
spirits. I was occasionally dissatisfied because I did not hear from her
any more, and I walked past her house every night without ever having the
slightest chance of getting in. I had discreetly asked around for some
information as to who lived in that big old house just to find out the name
of my mysterious fair lady. But it did not do me any good, because all I
could find out was that the house was occupied by three crotchety old men,
and each and every one of them supposedly lived there with his young and
beautiful wife. It must have been that home's destiny to torture young
wives, not to mention their young gallants.

Truly, one often pities those poor nuns who are supposedly devoured by
their own passions, but I, personally, firmly believe that young, beautiful
wives forced to lie beside old and impotent husbands are to be pitied far
more.

One day, I was driving all by myself to a neighboring village which I had
hardly ever visited. I met there a party of old gentlemen and matrons who
were having coffee. What beautiful company, I thought bitterly; with a sad
heart I sat down at the table, all alone, and ordered a chocolate drink.

Then a woman entered, dressed in a bright green riding costume. She
belonged to that company, because somebody called her daughter.

A picture of her: Slender as a cedar tree, taller than average stature, a
proud breast and ample bosom, soft rounded neck, a round chin with a
dimple, her face more round than oval, slightly smiling lips, a fine
sculpted nose, dark blue eyes, marvelous soft ivory skin and beautiful,
ash-blonde hair, superbly dressed in a hunting outfit that was created for
her gorgeous figure, and a dark velvet hat that threw a slight shadow
across her angel's face.

I had turned into a salt pillar.

How could I, how would I ever succeed in talking to her? I had to talk to
her! So beautiful! I never saw anything more beautiful in all my born days!

Over a thousand different schemes flashed through my brain. I did not dare
look at her for fear I would lose my eyesight!

How could I get to know any of those people in her company?

But, as always, when fortune smiles upon one, he might as well wait
patiently. It turned out that there was no need for all my plotting and 
planning.

One of the old gentlemen walked up to me.

Excuse me, sir, but someone told me that you are Baron Karl von and he
mentioned my name.

You have not been misinformed.

Forgive me my liberty, but isn't the Old Baron your father?

That is correct.

I don't think I can forgive your illustrious sire; all my life I have
done business with him, and he has never given me the opportunity to get
acquainted with his son. I want you to know, my dear Baron, that you are
welcome in my home any time it is convenient for you.

And he took me by the hand, introduced me to the other members of the
party and the angel was his daughter! An old hunchbacked gent, deaf, and
with a squint was her husband! I could have whipped the father for having
squandered his daughter in such a horrible manner.

I found a thousand excuses to talk to her and I noticed to my incredible
delight that she did not think it at all unpleasant.

We were standing in the bay window; I squeezed her hand, and she
reciprocated softly.

I felt like a newborn babe and told my friend Balthasar so much about her
and my adventure the moment I entered my home that he finally had to beg me
to stop, because nothing in the world is as boring as the blabbering of a
lovesick swain, since he constantly repeats himself.

6. MY PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED

The reader can easily imagine that I did not waste any time in trying to
make my first visit to Old Man Brambur, because I obviously hoped to see my
incomparable amazon again.

The old man was very accommodating, and he invited me to lunch that day.
His dapper son-in-law arrived with the goddess of love. After some general
questions and answers the two old men excused themselves, claiming they had
some business to finish. But please, don't let me hold you; as far as I was
concerned they could wheel and deal for the rest of the day. And the old
mother excused herself because there were so many things to be looked after
in the household. Go right ahead!

And there I was, finally alone with the venerated object of my burning
love!

I looked at her. She cast down her eyes and remained silent.

There was no time to be lost. I got up, took her hand, and looked her in
the eye to see if I could go any further.

Madame, all I need is one glance from you to give me the courage to
continue.

What do you want, dear Baron?

Don't my eyes tell you everything? I love you! (I bent over her and
kissed her beautiful lips.) Yes, my angel, I love you!

But Baron, you see me today for the second time.

And only the first time I could not think about anything else. Please,
give me one small ray of hope, beautiful lady!

She squeezed my hand softly.

May I dare hope?

I believe I have given myself away already.

Oh, how I wish I could transform this moment of togetherness into
eternity. When, how and where can I see you?

Nowhere, except here in my father's home and we have to be extremely
careful because my husband is exceedingly jealous.

You are dashing all my hopes into the ground.

If you are really in love with me, you would not want to ruin my life any
more by spoiling my days with bitterness. You can see from my frank
discussion of the subject how very much I would like to be more intimate
with you.

I embraced the angel and held her tightly while my lips sucked heavenly
nectar from her lips.

She walked with me into another room which had a piano. She sat down and
played and sang about love. That afternoon I talked to Balthasar and told
him so much about my beautiful Flamman that he became sad and, shaking his
head, said to me, Friend, I had always believed that you were stronger.
For you to fall in love it's disastrous.

I had no other thoughts but those about my beautiful Flamman.

7. LIGHT IS THROWN ON MY AFFAIR IN THE DARKNESS AND I HAVE TO TAKE MANY
CHANCES

A few days later I suddenly remembered that I had completely forgotten to
ask her where she lived. Of course, I visited old man Brambur again, but he
went into long stories about his business dealings with my father and I was
unable to find out anything about his daughter.

I was extremely discouraged that night when I walked down the streets and
could not forgive myself for not having made any arrangements to see her
again. And I also could not forgive her for not trying to get in touch with
me and I called her names, accusing her of being ice cold and a coquette.

Somebody tugged my sleeve. It was Dorothea. She slipped a note into my
hand and disappeared into the darkness again. I walked over to a street
lantern and read:

If you believe that you can justify your presence with a lady who
admitted and proved to you her burning love, even though it was in the
dark, then you will find your guide at this place around nine o'clock. But
if your heart is as filled with love for Madame Flamman as hers is for you,
I beg you to stay away since I despise shared love.

Good Gracious! That made quite an impression upon me. I went home quickly
to reread the message and see if I had not been mistaken. I had not, and it
became extremely difficult to make up my mind.

How the devil had she found out?

It was almost nine o'clock; I wanted to be there, so I put on a light coat
and left. But you are in love with Madame Flamman! You quite possibly might
not have fallen in love with her, if you had seen your paramour in the
dark Amidst these and many other soliloquies I reached her front door, and
now I followed Dorothea up the dark stairs, this time without any
investigating, and soon I was again in that dark anteroom. My fair lady 
appeared in the doorway; I could almost feel her presence.

And you have the audacity to show up? Do you honestly believe that you
can convince me that Madame Flamman means so little to you?

Excuse me, my dear lady, when I have to admit to you that Flamman has
made a very strong impression upon me, that her lovely picture has been
imprinted indelibly upon my soul

Stop! Enough! Do you have no compassion for my feelings?

Maybe I have spoken too quickly, but I beg Madame's indulgence. I did
not, unfortunately, have the pleasure of seeing your beauty. What if my
imagination got the better of me, and at the same time I happened to meet
Madame Flamman?

I see, dear sir, that you did not come here for the purpose I thought you
would. Would you please be kind enough to leave me.

Destroy the picture of Madame Flamman in my soul, and I will love you
forever

No more, milord; your being here has become an indiscretion and I hope
that you will take immediate steps to correct it. Dorothea will show you
downstairs.

Dorothea came into the room, carrying a light. I thought I would faint and
had to sit down quickly. My fair lady smiled and Dorothea left again.

Could I trust my eyes? Was this a game or was it my imagination?

Take the gentleman downstairs, said the beautiful lady, and Dorothea
returned this time without her lamp.

I jumped up, ran into the room, got the lamp, lifted it and just stood
there. The vista in front of me was unforgettably lovable. I put the lamp
down and embraced the lovely Madame Flamman.

How could you have kept me in this terrible uncertainty?

I will more than adequately compensate you for your suffering.

Angel.

Without pretense. You can judge the strength of my love for you by what I
am risking. I would like you to stay with me tonight, I have made all the 
necessary preparations. Follow Dorothea and expect me to follow soon.

I still had trouble realizing that it was not a dream. Dorothea took me by
the hand and pulled me with her. We tiptoed in the dark through a long
corridor, then down some stairs, into a room, before a bed.

You take off your clothes now, and lie down, said Dorothea.

Where am I, dearest girl?

In Madame's bedroom. Now quickly; see, I have put your clothes up here,
and in case of emergency but Madame will undoubtedly tell you all about
that.

But if you think it is smarter, then you can also lie down here between
the bed and the wall. It is narrow and deep, but we have made sure that it
will be soft.

Dorothea left.

I found everything the way she had told me, laid myself down, and was
thinking about heaven knows what.

Dorothea returned.

Are you comfortable? My master is taking Madame to her room. Please be
quiet and do not worry.

She left again to fetch a lamp and returned.

Oh, truly, it would be far from the truth to tell you that I was not
worried.

Madame and her husband entered.

Oh, I am sorry, my darling.

I don't think it is anything to worry about, my pet.

I hope not, because oh, if only I were not so busy tomorrow.

Don't worry, I assure you it is nothing, I will feel a lot better
tomorrow, it is just a little tension.

Then why doesn't the girl stay here?

Oh, no, my pet, why do you have to worry so much?

The old graybeard did not run out of questions. He finally left, but not
before having promised to look in on her before he went to bed, to see how
she was doing.

She listened at the door till she heard the lock of his room door click
and then she turned her own key.

Well, my dear Baron, how do you feel?

I crawled out of my hiding place.

How can I ever thank you, heavenly woman?

By loving me fully and completely.

I helped my paramour undress herself. There are no words or phrases strong
enough to give even a slight impression of the beauty of her body. It was
polished marble come alive. Not a blemish, no bone visible, and the
dimensions were perfect. Even the most jaded aesthetic would have to admit
that even his critical eye could find no fault. Her breasts were sheer
delight; the soft globes were more beautiful than anything Phidias' chisels
could have created.

The lines of her body were smooth and flowing. The little mound of her
love grotto was half-covered with silken velvet; the opening was a little
bit high but the rose-colored lips of her lovely slit were so pretty that
it looked as if her sex smiled at me.

My eyes were insatiable, I could not stop looking at her marvelous charms.

And the way she sidled up to me! The manner in which my lips encountered
her thrusting bosom; the way in which her snow-white, cool skin took on a
deeper blush and warmer feel. And how her lovely passion pit made itself
ready for things yet to come!

Dear reader, despite all your imagination, you will never be capable of
creating a picture of all this beauty in its full glory.

I sat down upon the sofa and she was standing next to me.

Do you want to go to bed?

And have the bed curtains and the blanket hide all this beauty from me?

I laid her down upon the sofa.

Her eyes were shining, her lips were luscious! She panted! We embraced
tightly when I slipped into position on top of her. I was no longer just a
man, I was a god, uniting with the most beautiful of women! We were
drifting on a cloud of bliss and we emptied the cup of ambrosia with long
drafts; we gloried in the joys of man's greatest pleasure. We were united
into one soul, one body!

Excuse me, dear reader, when this seems exaggeration to you, but I assure
you that I had never experienced love to such an indescribable degree.

Do you believe me, dear Karl, when I tell you that this is for the first
time in my life that I am experiencing the true pleasures of love? So far I
have only known the unsatisfied lust and the fearful turmoil of unknown
feelings; but the marvelous relaxation in the arms of a real man that is a
feeling I have never known before.

Passionate kisses accompanied her little speech, and she was so close to
me that I could feel the pounding of her heart. The clock struck eleven;
she lit a night lamp and we went to the bed.

She did not let go of me for a single second and whenever and wherever she
had a chance, she pressed herself closely to me.

Just touching you is sheer delight. It is too bad that I have to wear
this ridiculous nightgown, but I have to do that because we cannot risk
being discovered by my husband.

She received me with the most passionate embrace and the tenderest kisses
when I positioned myself again. She was all feeling. I tried out her pretty
passion pit. It was very dry. The glands were swollen and burning hot;
little god Hymen stood as erect as a branch.

I had become extremely passionate. I told my girl to cross her legs behind
my back, placed my hands under her beautiful buttocks and started to play
with my fingers in her cleft.

After a few hesitant movements in front of her love grotto, I decided to
slam hard and penetrate at once. She uttered a passionate scream. It was a
delicious sight to look at her, knowing myself deep inside her and seeing
her lose herself in rapture. A fine fragrance enveloped us. Small pearls of
dew settled upon our bodies. Her cheeks made the glow of early dawn look
bleak and lackluster, and every twitch of her lovely face expressed greater
joy and satisfaction.

It is burning, darling! My insides are being consumed ooh!

The moment of decision had come. I pressed her closer to me and doubled my
speed

Now!

The words died on her lips, she tumbled into a voluptuous swoon with a low
moan, her passion pit was filled to the brim, I felt her quivering delight,
and then she received my copious love sacrifice with a passionate cooing.

We had not yet completely recuperated when we heard the old man approach.
I had to disappear into my hideout.

His bedroom was next door. I heard him undress himself, humming a song.
Finally he entered, walked up to the bed and saw that his beloved wife was
sound asleep.

It seemed as if he was about to leave the room when he suddenly thought
the better of it and came back to the bed again.

Can you imagine, dear reader, how I felt when I heard him take off his
nightgown and crawl into the bed to lie next to my beloved!

Are you asleep, darling?

Yes I was asleep.

Oh, you are perspiring so much; do you feel a little better?

Just a little bit! And you are disturbing me.

I didn't intend to, but you are so beautiful!

Oh, please, not now!

Just a little well, well you're quite moist down there.

I have perspired tremendously.

Oh, yes, yes, I can feel that! I am beginning to feel very excited here
with you. Come here, my darling, I feel very warm.

Oh, please, be considerate with me tonight.

I won't make it too bad on you.

I beg you!

Well, I beg you, too. It is nice and cozy and warm in here. Come on now,
come here. Aah! You are so nice and warm! I have never before felt so
strange when I came to you.

I am beginning to get irritated with you.

But my little dove, I want to give you pleasure. Feel here, quick, quick,
feel! Now are you convinced? Well, you could help me a little bit.

And the old man started to pant and cough and snore, and after long trials
and tribulations he had to admit that he could not do it.

I have told you, my pet, you are only wearing yourself out, and me oh,
well here it is 

Oh, darn it! And I was so passionate wait I think I can do it! Yes, I
think I can just you wait!

Please, don't torture me!

I have no intention of torturing you. Here, look it's all wet, see? I
think I did it I really did it!

I could have exploded, partly because I had to laugh and partly because
this delicious altar of love was so profanely defiled by the old man.

Fine, my pet, now please let me take my rest.

Oh, but I want to sleep with you.

I would love to have you here with me, if only I felt a little better.

That would have been some joke, if the old man had insisted upon his
conjugal rights!

Finally the old man dragged himself away and my love was back in my arms
in no time.

I am ashamed, dear Baron, that you had to be a witness to this!

I will forget everything when I can take you in my arms.

But she seemed to have lost her previous passion.

I tried everything my imagination could devise. I tickled her, I kissed
her, gave little lovebites, nibbled, played and rubbed to no avail.

I suggested we should get up. She agreed to that and locked the door with
a bolt so that it would be impossible to open it from the outside.

There I was, holding my Venus in my outstretched arms, enjoying the sight
of her beautiful limbs and body.

I noticed a towel. I got it, and started to rub her gorgeous behind.

She soon noticed the effect. She pressed herself against me and her
breathing quickened. I kept this up for quite some time and finally she was
slowly spasming.

I led her toward the bed; her knees were weak.

And now, my darling, pull up your legs, brace yourself and lift up a
little bit

There would have been no need for me to tell her this; she lifted herself
so high that I had to watch out not to lose my equilibrium.

She held in a little bit.

Ooh, I can't any longer.

Am I, too, tormenting you, dearest?

You must be kid ding Oooooh!

Her passion was burning.

I can't stand it 

Her breathing was slow and heavy.

She kept hovering on the verge.

Oooooh!.. Now!

It wouldn't come.

I doubled my thrusts and soon my rod overflowed. She started to quiver
under me, closed her eyes, and then her little pleasure fountain started 
to bubble, it filled to the brim and flowed over. Voluptuously swooning we
rested belly to belly.

Her face still showed the signs of our passion when I lifted the blanket
and gazed upon her mound of Venus. The curls were covered with light foam
and the rose-colored lips peeked through and smiled at me. She pulled me
back on top of her, kissed me passionately and we fell asleep, holding each
other in firm embrace.

I was startled when I opened my eyes to discover that it was already
daylight. I awakened my lady fair, and she was even more startled than I.

Oh, my God, how will you ever get away from here without being
discovered?

It is still early. We can still sacrifice our gifts to the Goddess of
Love and Passion. I suggest we do this forthwith to the best of our
ability.

And we gathered all our strength together and started our sacrifice. We
emptied the cup of passion with the greatest of pleasure.

My beautiful lady helped me to dress. It was very difficult to separate. A
kiss here and a kiss there, and we still could not decide to leave each
other.

Dorothea was sound asleep. We woke her up and she led me downstairs to let
me out.

She asked, laughingly, if I had eaten everything, including dessert.

8. I AM GOING TO SPILL A LOT OF BLOOD

I visited my beautiful Madame Flamman at least twice a week till she
announced that she was pregnant and therefore had to forego further
pleasures.

As soon as Old Man Brambur, her father, heard of the coming event, he
threw a great party, and I was among the guests he had invited.

Among the guests was a pretty young brunette who looked very passionate
and willing to me and, most important, she seemed attracted to me. I had
been fasting for at least one whole month and was starving for affection.

I liked Mademoiselle Raschman very much and she seemed to be pleased with
my attentions.

The dinner was held on the patio of Old Man Brambur's gardens and many
couples walked arm in arm toward the gazebos, bushes and fountains. I
suggested that little Raschman and I take a stroll into the gardens and she
accepted.

It was dusk, the time so pleasant for making-love.

I was not really in the mood for any long and drawn out dalliance so I led
her point-blank into the nearest bower. I sat down and pulled her upon my
lap.

Oh! she gasped, My dear Baron

I kissed her.

Do you love me, beautiful girl?

You are very much to the point.

Why shouldn't I be? I want to make love to you, my dearest little one,
and if you feel the same way about me why are you laughing?

Well, I declare! If I were to say 'yes,' as far as you are concerned,
everything would be ready to go!

That's right. And I am, despite the fact that this place is rather
uncomfortable, instantly ready to show you positive proof of my passion for
you.

My blood coursed hotly through my veins and I looked at her with
passionate longing.

And what could that be ?

I pressed my lips against hers, darted my tongue into her mouth, held her
firmly against me with my left hand, while my right was seeking its way to
her fountain of passion.

The poor little thing resisted but she was not strong enough to escape
from my grip.

Well, dearest little one?

Please, let me go!

One more kiss, pretty girl, and another one, and yet another. When you
think you'll love me, you give one. See, you're hesitant.

Let go of me!

She was very much afraid and shivered. I could see in her eyes that she
was undecided as to what to do. My fingers played with the prettiest little
passion hole, around which as of yet only a few soft hairs had begun to
grow. The entrance was so narrow that even my middle finger had trouble
getting inside. She resisted but I was not about to let myself be deterred
by that. I kept kissing her passionately while exploring her little love
pit thoroughly. When I touched her inside, she suddenly relaxed and rested
her face against my shoulder. She completely forgot any further resistance.

Well, pretty girl, do you love me?

I let her go and she cast down her eyes, blushing with shame. I kissed her
fervently.

Don't you want to kiss me? Are you afraid to admit that there exists in
you a spark of fire?

She looked at me. I kissed her and held her in a fiery embrace.

And what answer can I expect before we return to the party?

She took my hand and kissed me.

We wandered back to the party. My little Raschman walked by my side with a
deep frown on her pretty face. I whispered to her:

Look happy and joyful, as usual, my dearest little one.

How can I, when you made me so restless?

She gave me a big smile and skipped away.

I had a terrible desire to take this girl's little bud and make it grow
into a flower. The wine was lifting my spirits higher and higher and
finally I looked her up again, to find out where she lived and to see if it
were not possible to spend several hours of the night with her. At first
she did not want to listen to my proposals, but finally she gave in and
told me everything I wanted to know.

Her parents had, not too far from here, a small summer home where they
lived during this season. The windows of my little girl's bedroom were
facing Brambur's gardens. Her room was on the second floor. I asked her
permission to visit her after the party was over, and she permitted me to
do so. As soon as I could possibly get away, I walked over to her parent's
summerhouse to investigate the possibilities. It would have been very
difficult to scale the wall, so I secured myself a ladder and tried to
reach the windows of her bedroom. No trouble at all.

I went back to the party and waited impatiently for its finish. Finally
around ten o'clock the guests started to leave and I, too, pretended to be
going home.

At eleven o'clock I climbed the wall separating both gardens and I could
see my little girl standing in the window. I climbed the ladder and stood
in front of the surprised child. She was about to ask me not to come in,
but I was already standing next to her.

Her whole body trembled with fear and her breathing was deep and heavy as
if she were afraid of great and impending danger.

Isn't everybody asleep, dear girl?

Oh, yes but

Then there is nothing to worry about. Let love run its course, and you
will never regret it. Are you sure that nobody ever walks into the garden
at this time?

Oh, my God, no but I am so afraid! I wish you would go away again.

If you don't love me, my dear child, I will be gone instantly; just say
the word. Don't you love me?

Oh, yes, but

Well then, calm down, and enjoy your true feelings.

I embraced her and covered her with kisses.

Come, my little love, take off your clothes and lie down.

That I won't do!

Strange little girl! Why all these excuses? You don't expect me to sit
here all night, do you?

I became a little bit more firm, and soon I had finished undressing my
pretty little one. My own clothes were off in no time. I got into bed with
her.

Her heart pounded fearfully, her breathing was difficult and sigh after
sigh escaped from her lips.

I could cup her round little globes with the hollow of my hand. They were
hard and firm, like the rest of her body, resembling a rosebud about to
open. As soon as my finger reached the temple of her love, it became
covered with morning dew and the entrance was covered with slippery
moisture.

I mounted her carefully and slipped her hand around my rod. Her breathing
quickened.

And now, my dearest little girl, you are about to experience the greatest
pleasure of love. It is possible that the beginning is a little bit
difficult, but be assured that incredibly great pleasure will follow an
initial little bit of pain.

I put my prick against the opening, put my hands under her firm buttocks
so I could guide her and gain a little better equilibrium. The little
olive-skinned girl quivered and shook.

Please, let go! It's impossible!

Patience, my little darling.

I pushed a little bit harder, lifting her at the same time, and she cried
out loudly.

Please, it's horrible, I can't stand it!

She shook and quivered and I noticed that her little passion pit was
veritably drenched. I had barely penetrated her and already she was well on
her way into a passionate swoon. I decided to thrust deeper.

She screamed out loud, and I, too, felt a burning pain, even though my
staff was only inside with its head.

Please don't please! In the name of God I'm dying!

She went into convulsions and whimpered softly.

I felt sorry for the dear child, but I could not stop halfway.

Please, dear Baron, I beg of you let me go. The pain is unbearable, I'm
burning

My dearest little child. I feel terribly sorry for you. Do you really
want to forego indescribable pleasures?

The pain, the pain, the terrible pain Please, let me go I don't know
why I should be made to suffer so terribly!

Just a little more patience and you will forget all about your little
discomfort.

No! Go away! I don't want it!

She became impatient, and my prick started to swell. I knew that if I
wanted to storm and win that bastion, I had to start the attack right now.
I set myself in position to begin immediately and I mustered all my
strength. I realized that for just a moment I had to be hardhearted and
forget all the pity I felt for the poor helpless girl.

I tried two stormy attacks, the little girl cried pitifully, and I could
hardly bear the pain myself. But I was so overcome with passion that I
ignored the pain, the pleadings of the girl, and with all the force that
remained in me, I rammed her once, twice, and for the third time

My God, you're tearing me apart! she wailed.

But I was fortunate. I had finally succeeded in penetrating her and
soothed her agonies with the balsam of my passion.

She quivered and quaked as if she had cold fever; her lips trembled and
her teeth chattered. But I also noticed that she was rapidly forgetting the
pains she had suffered, because her whimpering had almost ceased.

And, my dearest Raschman, does it still hurt?

She was breathing deeply without answering my question.

If you love me, and if you feel better when you think that I am making up
for the pain you had, you may put your arms around my neck and kiss me.

She embraced me tightly and her lips sought mine hungrily.

My prick was still in her abode, gathering new strength. I started to move
slowly.

Tell me, dearest little one, does it still hurt?

Oh, no! But it burns

I will cure that, too, for you. Pull up your legs a little bit, lean
against your shoulder and lift your behind slightly. That's it! Do you
think you could spread your thighs a little more? Beautiful!

And now, put your arms around my neck and when it starts feeling good,
you can start kissing me.

I received many a kiss and finally it seemed as if her lips had grown onto
mine. She lifted herself and pushed her lap toward me, flooding me with her
juices of passion.

Dearest girl, you are a passionate one.

She did not answer, just breathed deeply.

My delights were great; the narrow entrance which fitted my tool like a
firm glove exerted pressures which caused the most pleasant sensations.

I had just passed the point of no return; I firmly took her two small and
firm buttocks in the palms of my hands and started to move quicker and with
stronger strokes.

And now, my dear Raschman, brace yourself, because you are about to
receive my sacrifice to love and passion.

Ah!.. ah!.. aaah!

Kiss me now!

Oh, my God!

Are you all right, darling?

Now my passion broke and barely had the nectar reached its altar when my
dear girl fell in a deep and voluptuous swoon. Her passionate breathing and
her warm fragrance proved to me that she was all feeling. She lay there as
if drunk with happiness and she did not move at all.

I lifted the blanket. Her eyes were closed and she did not move a single
muscle of her body; her breathing was quiet and regular; it seemed as if 
she had trailed off into a light slumber. Only a small tremulous sigh
escaped from her lips now and then.

The moon was just shining through the window and lit up her little
bedroom. I looked down upon my little girl's temple of love. Ooh! It was
covered with blood and the bedsheets were ample witness to the bloody
battle. The poor girl surely had suffered from her initiation into the
secrets of love.

What are you doing?

I was just looking at your lovely temple of love which I have just opened
to make future happiness easier.

Why don't you say that you are looking at the results of the torture
rack?

Are you regretting it, dear girl?

I certainly am! I wish that you would have to suffer those pains; I have
never been hurt so much in all my life!

But now admit it, darling, was the great ecstasy of love not worth the
trouble?

I don't know

You don't? For that remark you should be properly punished.

And I closed her tightly into my arms. Soon we experienced a new wave of
passion and were lost in the throes of love.

9. PRESENCE OF MIND

My dear little Raschman moved back into the city with her parents when the
fall season started and all the opportunities for my nightly visits were
suddenly cut off. I had to look around for other possibilities because by
now it had become clear to me that I could not stand to be alone.

I soon made acquaintance with a pretty looking blonde who seemed very
charming to me, and I decided to give it a try and possibly give her a
tumble. Her beautiful dresses had misled me. She was a seamstress. But I
did not want to back out, especially since I had already indicated what it
was that I wanted. She lived downstairs in a small house on a narrow side 
street. I cannot deny that I was rather apprehensive when I went to visit
her for the first time to spend the night. I started to think about all the
people who might have preceded me into her bedroom and if my escapade with
her could have any undesirable results.

My worries were unfounded as the reader will discover from what follows.

The silly girl held a long and seemingly well-prepared speech about
lovemaking and its possible results, while I embraced her and covered her
beautiful face with kisses.

Why all this talk, darling? It is far better to enjoy it than it is to
talk about it. Shall we take off our clothes?

Baron, why didn't I rebuke you as firmly as I have rejected many others
before you?

How should I know?

I was busy investigating her bosom, whose only outstanding feature was the
silken-fine white skin. The size itself was well, minimal.

Her thighs and hips were good, the silken bush was beautiful, the mound
and cleft were nice and firm, the entrance was very, very narrow.

Could it be that I was about to break another flower?

It was difficult for me to believe it, but it was true.

The mere idea kept me very excited, because the obvious lack of breasts
had cooled my original ardor somewhat.

Do you love me, beautiful girl?

Do you think I would offer myself to you if I did not?

Then let's get on with it; finish undressing and start enjoying our
mutual pleasure.

Don't you think I am going too far?

Not at all, my dearest, not at all.

Finally, after much cajoling and silly talk, we had divested ourselves of
our clothing and nothing was hidden from my curious and critical eyes. Her
body did not excite me at all; it was irregular and looked even worse 
because of her bad legs.

I carried her to the bed and prepared to open the entrance to her passion
pit.

It was then that I noticed how ridiculously far down and behind it was. I
told her to lift herself up, put pillows under her, tried everything I
could think of, and still I was unable to get it at a proper angle.

The girl was beside herself with excitement, and because of my touching,
probing and feeling she had turned into a senseless machine. Her breathing
was quick and heavy, and a fine foam had matted her beautiful silken bush.
The elaborate preparations also had had their effect on me; I had become
exceedingly passionate and my prick had reached its maximum capacity.

Darling, all our troubles are going to be in vain if you don't turn
around. And get on all fours, or we'll never accomplish anything.

She obviously resisted at first, but finally she gave in and knelt down in
the position I had indicated.

Her behind had become surprising beautiful and appetizing. It was round,
white and firm. I spread her thighs slightly apart, which afforded me the
most charming view. Her cleft had opened to reveal a gorgeous blushing red,
and little Hymen was guarding the entrance of her grotto. The sight of it
made me go wild.

I put my pike at the entrance, the girl shivered; I pushed forward and she
pulled back.

No, dearest one, don't do that. Offer some resistance, or we'll never get
anywhere.

I put my arms around her waist and held her firmly. Then I pushed again
and this time I was more successful. But just as the little Raschman had
done, this girl, too, started to whimper and complain and was trying to get
out from under me.

I tried to talk to her soothingly, I tried to convince her that this was
the only way and, most of all, I tried to quiet her down. But I finally
reached the point where I became convinced that all my talking was going to
be in vain.

Therefore, I grabbed a good hold of her and pushed with all my might. I
managed to fill her entire grotto.

The girl kept right on whimpering, but her reactions were truly amazing.

Whether it was the novelty of the position, or whether the girl really had
something good going for her, I truly could not say, but my ejaculation was
accompanied with so much pleasure that I must admit, with the exception of
Madame Flamman's love grotto, nobody had ever given me greater delight.

My girl just lay there without moving, and it was obvious that my prick
found so much pleasure in her love nest that it did not think about leaving
it.

Therefore, after I had relaxed somewhat, I started the game all over
again. The entrance grabbed around me like a tight ring. The delights I
experienced were absolutely indescribable. I would almost pull out and then
penetrate as deeply as I could. I had never gone that deep. With every push
I managed to shove my prick up to the hilt and fill her so completely that
there was not even room left for a tiny air bubble.

How do you feel, darling?

Ooh

She was incapable of speech. She had quite an extraordinary temperament
and her whole being was engulfed in voluptuousness. Her breathing had
become ragged and I noticed that she was tensing. I speeded up my movements
because I wanted the pleasurable experience of emptying the cup of passion
together. I succeeded admirably. She collapsed completely and I had to hold
on to her.

I left my position, but she remained in hers as if she had turned into a
statue. I gazed upon her passion pit. Her love juices were still flowing,
streaked with blood as a sign that I had plucked her rose, and the swollen
lips were still quivering.'

I turned her on her back, and slowly she recuperated.

How do you feel now, my love?

(Smiling): I couldn't tell you whether I'm dead or alive.

To me, it is always the most beautiful sight: a woman who has just gone
through the throes of abandon and passion. And if she does not have that
feeling, the sight of her is no longer exciting. I have held the most
beautiful women in my arms but the ones who did not have the capacity for
passion excited me far less than the ones that were by no means
good-looking but with an innate capacity for voluptuousness.

I was thinking whether it would not be possible now to enter her passion
pit from the front because I enjoy the embrace far more when it is spiced
with kissing and tonguing.

I finally succeeded in reaching my goal. She rested one foot each on a
chair and her buttocks against the edge of the table; it did not give me
the enjoyment I had expected, because there was no other way for me to do
it than to remain standing.

My girl had completely abandoned herself to her senses. I lifted her,
carried her to the bed, put her in the previous, well-tried position and
finished with as much pleasure as I had had before.

10. WHY DOES THE GENTLEMAN PLAY AROUND SO MUCH?

One of my affairs was a true disaster. At one of the parties I had met a
widow of some thirty-odd years. She was very slim, rather on the skinny
side, but she nevertheless believed herself to be a beauty and she was
continually on the prowl. Out of fun I said some very nice and
complimentary things to her, which was one of the reasons that she kept the
rest of the party amused with her sly winks and suggestions.

That night I did escort her to her home, but I had no intention whatsoever
of staying there. However, the dear lady forgot all etiquette and was so
insistent that it would have become my faux pas to refuse to have a light
supper with her.

Please, do stay awhile.

She pulled me down upon the sofa with her, crossed her legs, and showed me
a pretty little foot and a well-rounded calf. Her every gesture and her
facial expression betrayed her intentions and her very being exuded sheer
lust.

You will do her a big favor, I thought. Lord knows how long she has been
deprived. I kissed her, and hesitantly slipped my tongue between her lips.
My God, she practically swallowed it, and her embrace was as tight as a
vise.

I put my hand upon her naked thigh. She opened up as wide as she could in
no time at all, and invited me to go as far as I wanted. I found a hard
brush, a deep cleft and rubbery lips between which my hands could have been
lost.

And the moment I hesitantly touched the entrance with my fingertip, she
knocked my elbow so forcefully that half my hand disappeared into her
passion valley.

I could not help myself, I had to smile. She, however, interpreted this
the wrong way. She tried to crush me against her, she slobbered me with her
kisses and was completely beside herself.

Do you intend to make me completely happy?

How could I refuse you anything?

She flopped on her back and pulled me on top of her so quickly that I had
barely time to divest myself of my breeches.

If I have ever seen fiery passionate eyes, it was with this woman. They
rolled around in their sockets.

She made it very easy on me; every single one of my movements was
reciprocated with triple counterthrusts and when I took off the remainder
of my clothes I feared for a moment that she was going to devour me with
her feverish kisses.

Oh, please, a little more

I did the best I could, and it was only because of her own passionate
jumping that she arrived at her goal. With every spasm she veritably
squirted amounts of passion juice.

I believed that now she would let go of me. But my politeness made her
shameless and she suggested that I spend the night with her.

Can a man get out of such a situation without being dishonorable? The
suggestion was as unpleasant as anything I could think of, but what else
could I do?

I proceeded to undress my temporary paramour. To say the least, it was not
a very charming view that unfolded before my eyes: a tall, skeleton-like
body of which the hairy lips of the Venus mound were by far the fleshiest
parts. Meanwhile she tried to make up for the non-existence of any charm at
all with suggestive motions and a thousand little games, and I must admit
that she succeeded in keeping me in the mood. Since my eyes could not find
anything pleasing, not even in her face, I decided that I could only be
properly excited by the outbursts of her passion.

She wore a soft flannel undergarment and without further ado, I tore off a
strip and proceeded to rub her buttocks with it, as well as the rough lips
of her private parts.

That is new to me; why are you doing that?

You will be very satisfied with the effect.

She became so passionate, she veritably snorted.

Oh, stop it! I can't stand it any longer!

I turned her around and positioned her on all fours.

Oh, no!

Oh, yes, my beautiful lady, you will find it quite satisfactory.

I must admit that the exceedingly large, red, and now swollen, lips
afforded a very strange sight. I finally decided to put my prick into her.
It was sweltering and hot inside that grotto, and I had barely entered it
when the lady started to pant and coo.

Does it give you pleasure, dearest lady?

Oh yes YES!

Shall we remain in this position? I am sure there is no other way in
which I could penetrate as deeply as I do now.

Aaaah qui-ck-er! Ooh! I can't oh my

I pressed her flanks together with both hands and penetrated so deeply
that even my pouch of passion was covered by the lips of her shame. I
forced her to spread her thighs even more and became incredibly excited
whenever those hot lips threatened to engulf my seed container.

I need it now quicker please!

Finally, after some quick and jolting thrusts, she took deep drafts from
the cup of passion.

I did not have to think up any form of petting and necking, because she
took care of all that, her hands fluttered all over my body, causing
pleasurable sensations as long as I kept my eyes closed. I tried to remain
as calm as possible, since it was evident that the widow obtained 
unspeakable pleasures from her ministrations to me.

As soon as my shaft started rising  she had been kissing and caressing it
while uttering low moans and whispering sweet nothings to it  the woman
threw herself on top of me and took my breath away with her feverish
kisses.

She guided my amour into her grotto and moved frantically on top of me, so
fast that it was as if she had to be somewhere in a hurry. She panted and
had a coughing fit, and suddenly the dam of her passion juices burst wide
open. Spasming wildly, she flooded me with her moisture. She collapsed,
totally exhausted, on top of me.

Meanwhile I had begun to warm up to the proceedings and since I assumed
that the poor woman would have to spend many a lonely night ere she might
have another chance at it, I had decided to make it truly worth her while.
That's why I put her on her back and mounted the throne of love again. With
a low, muted rattle deep in her throat she clenched me between her bony
arms. I made her cross her legs over my back and worked with both hands on
the cleft between her buttocks. Then I really started a battle royal!

Are you satisfied with me, my charming lady?

Oh, more than that this is the most beautiful night of my entire life.

Her voice quavered when she told me this and the knowledge of it made me
feel a little better. At least I had brought pleasure to the rather empty
life of this good woman.

I kept quiet when my life juices finally started to flow, because I wanted
to enjoy the warmth of her grotto. But as soon as she noticed my balsam
squirting into her, she started to buck and ride, pulling me so close to
her that I started to feel very uncomfortable. Her unlimited source bathed
me in her passion juices and my prick received a bath as copious as it had
been given the first time.

I feel truly sorry for a woman like her, who is forced to live out her
days being consumed by the flames of her own frustrated passions.

I rested a little bit and then decided that it was about time to take my
leave from her.

Oh please, dear Baron, not yet. Allow me the pleasure of watching you
slumber in my arms.

I was fortunate in finding a plausible excuse, because I could not 
possibly have remained in bed with her without having to hurt her feelings.
But my love accepted my explanation and I did not have to stay.

But please, let us do it once more! she pleaded. And she heaped
compliments and kisses upon me.

But I still did not feel in the mood to mount that saddle again.

She kept pleading and I could not bring up the courage to deny her. I
tried the best I could. I strained my imagination, thought about a thousand
different things to inspire my flagging passion. To no avail; my rod barely
moved. But she had noticed the little twitching and that was all the
encouragement she needed. As before, she flung herself upon me and started
to grind with delirious passion. And as before, her passion juices bathed
my shaft, causing it to swell, and I made her change positions and managed
to satisfy her completely.

I thereupon left her, never to return.

11. WE ARE GOING TO TRAVEL

That was one affair which backfired; I was sore for several days and
really could not remember one single moment of pleasure.

These were some of the more memorable affairs during my student days,
though by no means the only ones. It would become very boring if I had to
describe in detail every one of my amorous exploits, including the ones
that might have been and could have been. Whoever keeps looking will
ultimately find what he is looking for. It worked for me every time, and I
have always been singularly successful. The only time I was not constantly
on the look-out was during my affair with Madame Flamman.

I now invite my readers to accompany me on my various voyages and see for
themselves how I behaved and what I did. I reiterate again that I will make
no excuses for my behavior and leave if up to you, dear reader, to draw
your own conclusions and judge for yourself.

I was ready to go and my tried and true friend Balthasar had packed all
the necessary luggage when something happened which kept me for a few days
in the town where I had studied.

I went for a stroll through one of the parks, deep in thought, when my
attention was drawn to four ladies who were also walking there. I was
especially enthralled by one of them. She had a beautiful figure and her 
demeanor was majestic. An angelic face looked at me from under her hat. I
turned into a small gravel path, planning to walk around and follow the
ladies, or even better yet, I would cross the grass and have them walk
toward me! It did not work out that way. The ladies had turned around and
were about to leave the park. I veritably ran after them, but they had
already hired a coach and I saw them drive away. I was very sad that my
little ruse had not worked and I walked toward the other gate. Could it be
true? There was the coach! It stopped in front of the hotel and I saw my
lady love get off. I made some discreet inquiries and found out that she
was a countess from Holland.

Would I dare? Yes!

I am about to leave town in the next few days, I told the hotel clerk,
and all my belongings are ready to be shipped and my home is empty. I
would like to have a nice room here for a few days.

We would be delighted, was the answer and I had my manservant bring some
of my luggage to the hotel.

I was very lucky. A small room, not too far away from that of the
countess, was empty.

Now I had to find a way to meet her and talk to her. I devised a plan and
immediately set out to execute it. I selected a new and good-looking riding
habit, went across the street into a coffeehouse and waited till about nine
o'clock. I then jauntily scaled the stairs, humming a song, and I opened 
as if by mistake  the door to the room of my countess. I was startled,
embarrassed!..

The countess was reclining on a couch and her lady-in-waiting was reading
to her.

I walked over and kissed her hand.

A thousand pardons, my dearest lady, my unforgivable haste did not pay
attention took the wrong door it was my misfortune to interrupt you in
such a terribly rude manner

Who are you, sir?

I am et cetera.

Would you care to sit down?

Milady, propriety to be near so much charm may make it very difficult 
for me not to forget my good manners

It is very difficult for me to speak German

Madame, at your behest, I will be very happy to speak French.

We talked for more than an hour and the countess remained in the same
position. Occasionally I could catch a glimpse of the most perfect rounded
calves I had ever seen. An incredible desire welled up within me. The
lady-in-waiting left the room.

I stopped talking and gazed down upon her breasts which seemed to strain
against the cloth covering them.

Go on, my dear Baron, you were about to say that you intended to travel.

She got up. I took her hand.

My dearest countess! Go on talking? How could I talk about anything when
the nearness of your charms robs me of all thought.

She smiled and this gave me the courage to kiss her hand. When I felt the
slight pressure of her thumb, my next kiss was planted upon her beautiful
lips.

You are

A second kiss prevented her from talking.

It is in your power, dearest countess, to transport me to heaven or cast
me down to hell.

You are very bold

She sat down and I sat down next to her, embraced her and held her
passionately against my chest. Precious lady, I exclaimed, you may
denounce me for this, but I beg you to allow me this little moment of
happiness.

My fervent embrace had caused her shawl to drop on the floor. She was
about to pick it up when my lips grazed the voluptuous swan-white globes
and I started to cover them with kisses.

You are audacious!

She pulled away from me and tried to act as if she were terribly upset. 
But her face belied her behavior.

We made peace with one another; I got up and took my leave, asking her
permission to see her tomorrow.

She held my hand and looked into my eyes.

Tomorrow?

I thought that she had not understood what I meant and I repeated my
request; then turned around to leave.

She arose; still holding my hand in hers.

Your grace is tired from the day's travel.

I arrived yesterday and, moreover, I only made short trips.

In that case I cannot be anything else but bold

With those words I embraced her again, melted my lips against hers and
darted with my tongue into her mouth.

I wish I did not have to leave you to know that you are so close to me

My countess became quite warm. Her face glowed as we sank back upon the
sofa and my hand explored her delectable bosom without any resistance.

Young man, you have all the requirements to make a lady forget her
defenses.

I only wish I should be that lucky!

And my hands were now resting upon her thighs.

Do you want me to ?

You want me to become the happiest of all mortals?

The slight resistance was really no obstacle at all and soon my hand had
found its way to her rosebush of passion. Kiss upon kiss prevented the
countess from talking too much. I threw myself beside her upon the sofa;
her resistance was growing visibly weaker and my manipulations of her Venus
temple had made her quite restless.

You have made me very happy, but

I have never met anyone as bold as you!

To make it short, we reached an agreement. I took my leave after I had had
her joyful promise that I would find the door to her bedroom unlocked that
night.

Soon it was eleven o'clock and I could not wait any longer. I rushed
across the corridor, dressed only in my nightgown. The countess just
unlocked the door when I was about to open it, and the next moment I held
her in my arms. She, too, was only wearing a thin nightgown, because she
had already been in bed. I wanted to help her out of it, but she refused; I
simply tore it open from top to bottom.

She looked at me in utter surprise. In no time at all my shirt was off,
too, and I pressed her bosom against my chest. Since I had left my Flamman
I had not seen any female body as beautiful as hers. And even if I were to
put both of them together, the choice would have been a very difficult one
indeed. Fortunately I did not have to make such a choice, because soon I
would have experienced both of them.

I tried to create great excitement in her with every manipulation I could
think of. I was exceedingly successful, because soon she started to
complain about my being hesitant.

I led her towards the bed; she was very eager and received me in a
passionate embrace.

Her passion pit was well formed and very pretty; it was situated at
exactly the proper place and I had no trouble whatsoever in making my prick
land precisely where I wanted it to be. The entrance was delightful! She
clasped me firmly against her bosom as if I had just made an entrance
through an arch of triumph.

I remained motionless and she kept kissing me incessantly, now and then
shifting her hips under me.

You know how to light the fires, I only hope that you are just as adept
at extinguishing them, she whispered.

Are you in doubt about my ability, dearest countess?

It would not be the first time that I was left in the all-consuming fire.
It is easier to arouse passions than it is to satisfy them, didn't you know
that?

I took a firm hold on my beautiful countess, kissed her burning lips and,
slowing, I started the beautiful game of love.

Her face had become a mask of passion; her voluptuous white breasts,
tipped by hardening rosebuds, seemed to jump up and down on her chest like
playful lambs in the spring.

Oh, terrible fire!

Her lips quivered. She pulled me closer towards her. I noticed that I was
about to reach the moment of decision and started to ride in full gallop.

Darling, oh! Darling, oh!..

She lost the capacity to speak. Her rattling breath changed into a
pleasurable cooing.

Beautiful countess, is it extinguished?

An attempt to snuggle up closer and a low moan were the only answer. I now
filled her cup with the ambrosia of love. She started to spasm and sank
back into a voluptuous faint.

Delight seemed to have been poured out over her entire body; the length of
time it took her to recuperate, proved to me that she had tasted the
happiness of love to a great degree.

She finally looked at me, happily and lovingly.

I hope you will not become too proud when I confess to you that I have
never experienced such a pleasurable feeling in all my born days?

Not proud, but your confession makes me very happy.

With those words I laid myself on top of her again and guided my staff
back into her love nest.

Her kisses were exceptionally voluptuous.

I made her lift her legs a little bit and brought my hands under her
buttocks, allowing my fingers to play in the cleft between the two hills.

In the beginning my playful fingers made her laugh, but soon she started
to complain about the passionate sensations, then she lost all her
resistance and finally, when her passion pit started to overflow, she sank
into a deep swoon.

A beautiful sight; her facial expression betrayed full and complete
satisfaction and happiness. I kissed the full globes, sucked the
magnificent rosebuds, rubbed her velvet body and played with the curls of
her love nest.

She opened her eyes.

Well, my beautiful countess?

(With a deep sigh): How did you do it? Is it possible that mere mortals
are capable of bringing so much happiness?

She snuggled up to me.

Why did I have to meet you; why did I have to find out how much I am
missing?

I wanted to go to my room, but she wanted to sleep at my side.

It was almost noon when we awoke the next day. Her eyes lit up happily
when she looked at me.

When do you have to leave on your voyage?

Tomorrow, dearest countess.

Oh, no, you couldn't. I have to stay here for at least four more days.
Couldn't you postpone your departure for that long? Oh please, you can,
can't you? Promise me!

And she kissed me so passionately and squeezed me so hard, it was as if
she wanted to press the affirmative right out of me. Of course I had
already toyed with the idea, which was one of the reasons that I had not
given my best performance, so that I would be able to prolong our mutual
enjoyment.

I would, my gracious countess, if I only knew how to extinguish passion
as well as I know how to excite it.

Are you that greedy for compliments? I regret ever having mentioned it,
and I beg you a thousand times pardon.

As an answer I embraced my countess, swung myself into the saddle and
started a voluptuous tongue-play. Her eyes glazed.

I made her cross her legs behind my buttocks and guided my staff through
her arch of triumph.

Verily, you know how to multiply the delights of love. But, please, dear
Baron, don't be too hasty you are going too deep and it hurts.

She did not complain for long, though, and soon we released our life
juices amid passionate gasps. I spent a few marvelous days. My love did
practically everything to keep me in her arms. Once we went out for a ride
in an open landau and as soon as we were outside of the town, she pressed a
spring which released the back seat and we lay close together.

I lifted her skirts and stripped off my breeches and soon we were united.

The slow rocking of the coach gave us quite a thrill and the peculiar
sensation changed into one of the most voluptuous swoons I have ever had.

The last day, when I entered her room that evening, she was sitting in
front of the bay window, deeply in thought. I tiptoed over to where she was
sitting, as she had not noticed my entrance. I took out my prick, embraced
her, and before she knew what was happening I had found my way into her
temple of passion.

After a few moments:

No, my dear Baron, that does not give me any pleasure. Come with me on
the sofa.

I followed her and we enjoyed great delights.

That last night, I must admit, I was quite a man. We emptied the cup of
passion seven times.

12. I GRAB THE OPPORTUNITY

I had been abstinent for more than two months when I arrived in Lyon. I
really don't know why. I had seen a very pretty female in the hotel where I
lived, and I felt very much attracted toward her. She was closer to me than
I had known; I found out that our rooms were adjoining, that the wall
consisted of very thin wood and, moreover, there was a connecting door. It
could not have been more convenient.

After turning out the light one night, I discovered that there was a big
knothole in the wall right next to my bed. The lady next door had not 
extinguished her lamp. I was very curious and peeped through the hole. And
look an exceptionally pretty nude female, standing in front of the mirror,
loosening her hairdo.

It would have been impossible for me to stay in bed. The only question
that remained to be solved was how to get to my beautiful neighbor.

It was getting late, so I had to make haste. I quickly threw a robe around
my shoulders, went out into the corridor, hoping to be able to catch her
maidservant. I was lucky; the girl just came out of the room.

Dearest girl, would it be possible to have a few words with your
mistress?

The girl looked at me in surprise.

Or is it too late already? But it is very important.

She returned a few minutes later.

Madame is expecting you.

I walked in, made a few excuses and paid a few compliments which she
wittily returned and then I confessed to her, as gently as possible, what I
had witnessed through my little knothole and I started to describe the
impression she had made upon me.

She jumped up and started to talk about infamy and God knows what else.

I took her in my arms. She, too, had thrown a gown over her shoulders,
which, as if by accident, started to slip and my hand suddenly cupped her
full and firm naked breast.

Madame, I love you, and could you truly be mad at me only because your
magnificent body has made such an indelible impression upon my voluptuous
imagination?

I did not give her a chance to answer. I kissed every sound off her lips
and threatened that I would not stop ere she had been fully softened.

She finally started to laugh out loud and declared upon her honor that
never had any Frenchman declared his love to her in such a comical way, and
just because of the unusual circumstances did she feel inclined to grant me
her favors. However, I had to go now, because her servant girl knew that I
was in the room with her; but tomorrow

I will leave, Madame, and I will be back through here, (and I took the
bolt off the door separating our rooms).

Just because that happens to be handy, I shall not object.

She rang and her girl accompanied me to my room, glancing at me, obviously
dying to find out what could have been so important as to disturb her
mistress in the middle of the night.

Almost immediately, I returned to the delightful French girl. Since we had
just met, we could dispense with the ceremonies. She eagerly allowed me to
take off her nightshirt and reciprocated every one of my moves with equal
grace.

I had never seen such a prominent grotto of passion before. Even while she
was standing upright, I could see the red shimmering lips very clearly. The
temple itself was very slippery, the entrance was roomy and the god Hymen,
guarding that entrance, was larger than I had imagined possible.

I had heard that French women were unusually well lubricated and this one,
the first one I ever embraced, surely confirmed this rumor.

The moment I started the battle she became quite restless under me. Now
she put one, then the other thigh across my back and then she encircled me
with both legs. One moment she was moving ferociously and then, suddenly,
she would show resistance and retreat till only the tip of my prick was
able to penetrate the entrance. Then, suddenly, she would heave up and I
would go in far and deep till the very end. Her hands were everywhere, it
seemed, and always busy doing something.

Finally she had reached the point of greatest excitement and she started
to blabber incessantly, Ah!.. I can't any longer! Ah! Ah! I think I'm
dying! Ah! Ah! Quick now quicker!

I had difficulty suppressing a smile, but that did not disturb her in the
least. She kept up her patter and talked till she finally ran out of words
and started to make incoherent sounds.

When I left her that morning, she assured me happily that I was quite a
cavalier and could give lessons to some of her countrymen.

It is strange that even in this field the French think that they are
superior.

13. A STRANGE INTERLUDE

When I came home that afternoon I heard voices in the room of my beautiful
neighbor. Curiosity caused me to peep through the knothole.

I was taken aback when I saw the lady and a gentleman, naked upon the
sofa, busily engaged in the act of love. But I was even more surprised when
I heard another man's voice:

Can't you finish, I am burning up!

It was a strange sight to see those two in action on the sofa. They kept
up a witty conversation, performed a thousand little tricks, and finally
their bodies sank exhausted back into the pillows.

Almost at the same moment, the other man came into the picture, lifted his
friend off her body and took his place.

She: Let me rest a little bit.

He: Impossible, I can't wait.

And he plunged into her with such force, and labored so quickly, that in
no time his body went into convulsions and soon he, too, collapsed in her
arms.

My neighbor is a girl of joy, I thought, and I was about to turn away from
my peephole when I noticed that number one had recuperated and was girding
himself for a second try. When he was finished, the second one resumed his
place, and when it was all over, the three enjoyed some refreshments.

Even though the performances I had just witnessed had brought my blood to
a boil, it seemed as if I had lost all desire for my charming neighbor. I
did not like the idea that she gave herself to two partners simultaneously.
Nevertheless, she had not lost one whit of her charm and vivacity; on the
contrary, she ribbed the two gentlemen about their waning virility.

Now their pride had been hurt, and both were ready to do it again. Amidst
merry laughter they took a pair of dice and rolled them. And then one of
them sat down on his hands and knees. Now the woman laid herself down upon
his back in such a way that her behind rested on his shoulders. It was a
strange sight to see his wig flush with her prominent rosebush. Her love
temple was wide open. The other one set himself in position over the lady
who embraced him with one arm. The other arm reached below and she took
hold of the first man's staff. I had never seen a more ridiculous sight,
and this, combined with the panting and groaning and constant line of 
conversation was so silly that I could not help but burst out laughing.

The gentlemen were ready and the lady berated them because they had not
managed to satisfy her.

If I really want to be satisfied, I heard her say, I will have to call
on my pompous German next door. Upon my honor, he will put the two of you
to shame.

This awkward compliment saddened me deeply. You will have to punish her,
even though it may be a strain on you, I said to myself.

The gentlemen left. I saw her clean and flush herself, and I waited till
she had thrown the negligee around her shoulders. I opened the connecting
door and walked into her room.

I took my clothes off and grabbed her roughly. She pretended to be in a
bad mood and asked me to return that night. But that did not fit into my
plans. I did not want to give her a chance to recuperate, and therefore I
threw her down upon the sofa, rammed myself into her and despite all her
pleading and imploring, I moved as forcefully and as deeply as I could.

She wanted to tear herself away, but I held her firmly in my grip.

Monsieur, you are a barbarian!

Madame, remember, this is your pompous German!

She remained silent, and I treated her as roughly as I could; she dared
not complain about pain, though I knew she was suffering. She clenched her
teeth and big tears welled up in her eyes. And when finally my passion
started to overflow, I retreated out of her grotto and deposited it on her
stomach because I did not want to soothe her with my balm.

She was totally exhausted when I left her on the sofa. I expressed the
hope that from now on she would be more careful with her expressions. I
left.

14. WE ARE IN PARIS

The only town in the world where sacrifices to the god of love are brought
in any form imaginable is Paris. That is a well-known fact, and it is just
as well-known that nowhere else in the world has the art of love reached a
perfection as well-developed as here.

Everyone makes love. Women and girls from highest rank to the lowest
classes think the slightest objection ridiculous when the object is to give
satisfaction to their lovers. And it is only too well-known to what
aberrations they will go here; it is not necessary to mention all these
things and I can therefore stick to my own personal experiences. And I do
have a few things to tell you. I had access to various high-ranking homes
through letters of introduction, and my humble person was first fully
appreciated by the Marquise B.

I had been very attentive to her and now I could only hope. But I had not
expected that the fulfillment of my wishes would be approaching as quickly
as it did. One morning, around eleven, I received a message from the
Marquise, announcing that she would not be at home for anyone except me, if
I were inclined to honor her with a visit.

I put on a costume of the latest fashion, one which a Parisian tailor had
fashioned for me while talking and lecturing like a university professor,
assuring me that no one, but no one, would ever be able to discern that I
was not a born Frenchman. Now I hurried swiftly to the home of my Marquise.

I could enter unannounced, I was told by her servant, and before I knew it
I was in her room and about to recite a well-turned compliment when I
noticed that my adored one was lying on the couch, apparently asleep.

Aha, I thought, I can start right now, freely and without any shame.

Her position was one of the most voluptuous, and her gown was so sheer
that I could easily see every muscle of her beautiful body. She was of an
average size, neither too heavy nor too skinny and of a very regular build.
Her breasts were, as with all French women, round and full and possibly a
little bit larger than normal.

I stood there for a moment, deliberating how I should approach the
situation. Without too much ado is the most important thing. I put my right
arm under the hollow of her back, pressed my lips softly against her
half-open mouth and my tongue started probing for hers.

She pretended to be sound asleep and dreaming, and when my kisses became
more ardent and insistent she feigned to awaken with a start.

My dear sir, who gave you permission for such liberties?

Time, place, opportunity, beauty and irresistible charm, oh most
beautiful of all ladies; I will submit to any punishment you may desire.
Only, I beg of you, do not desire my banishment.

She smiled, and I kissed her.

Who would expect so much audacity from a German? Usually your people are
so undetermined.

Now, beautiful Marquise, down to business; will I be so fortunate to have
gained your love?

The way in which you acted I would have never guessed that this question
could enter your mind. You betray the German in you, which would have never
been known through your actions. If a lady lets it be known that she is
home only for you, then

I did not let her finish the sentence, but threw myself in her arms and
smothered her with kisses. Soon my hand was in Venus' sanctuary which
seemed to be extremely sensitive. I became very hot and jumped up to take
off my clothes. I also undressed my fair Marquise. She gazed upon my prick
with visible pleasure and anticipation, played and toyed with it, assuring
me that it had an honest face and upright demeanor.

We were soon in a passionate embrace and my staff was firmly embedded in a
very voluptuous and warm grip.

Oh, how you glow! Be sure not to end our pleasures too quickly.

The fault would lie entirely with your enchanting charms, though I am
equally sure that those same charms would make it possible to quickly
excite new passions and resume our pleasure.

And really, I noticed that the voluptuous warmth of her grotto caused me
to reach my moment of decision much quicker than usual. It did not take
long ere my love received a copious flow of my life's nectar.

The moment she felt it, she clamped herself against me, nibbled my lips
and rolled her eyes in voluptuous delight. It had been quite a long time
since I had experienced such a delicious and ecstatic swoon. Was it the
incredible charm of my Marquise, or was it the manner in which her
voluptuous passion pit held me in its grip? I truly do not know.

The limpness of my rod was barely noticeable; it stayed in its position of
readiness and refused to slip out of its comfortable pleasure nest. The
Marquise showed surprise about this, and her soft and tingling caresses
fanned my flames of passion anew.

Oh, my dearest Baron, I had never thought that joys like this would be 
possible.

Kissing her tenderly, I started a slow and deliberate motion. But as soon
as she noticed that my prick was more than ready and able, she took a firm
hold on my buttocks and started to slide up and down, back and forth, with
incredible smoothness.

Her glazing eyes, her deep red blush, her quivering lips, her gasping
breath, and the spasms that jerked every muscle of her lovely body, told me
that she was about to reach the sensation of extreme pleasure.

I slipped my hands under her buttocks, and my fingers toyed around the
cleavage, putting gentle pressure on that other entrance. I tried to
increase her pleasure as much as I possibly could.

Her fountain started to run; she grasped me by the neck, and her voice
broke when she begged me to hold still. Incredible delight flowed through
my veins when her passion juices gently bathed my staff.

It made me so passionate that I was no longer capable of containing myself
and we started again to play love's most rigorous game with renewed vigor.
The goddess of love must have looked upon our efforts with great favor,
because we emptied the cup of passion and ecstasy for the third time,
together.

We dressed. The Marquise was loath to let me out of her arms.

The day after tomorrow I will spend the night in my petite maison in the
suburb. We can go there together; you can ride with me. ' Undoubtedly my
readers will know what a petite maison in Paris is all about, and therefore
I will tell you next how we sported in those delightful surroundings.

15. I FEEL EXTREMELY COMFORTABLE

My readers know where we went. At nightfall she sent all the servants
home, except for one old woman. We whiled away several pleasant hours with
idle talk and dallying, and then she invited me to go into the little side
room where I would receive my instructions. I met the old woman there who,
while paying me many a flattering compliment about my physique, proceeded
to undress me. She oiled my hair, braided a wreath of flowers around my
brow, and rubbed my body all over with fine-smelling, invigorating water.
The old woman was an inexhaustible talker, and she did not stop massaging
me. Occasionally she would bend down and kiss my prick, at the same time
complimenting me, saying that she had never before seen such an exquisitely
well-formed and extremely well-developed specimen. She assured me by
everything that was holy that she was speaking the gospel truth. She only
wished that she were about thirty years younger.

I jokingly told her that, if she allowed me, it would be my pleasure to
visit her, and that if I could be of any service to her, I would consider
it a delightful duty.

She was going to remind me of this promise, she said, and she hoped that,
being an honorable man, I would not break my given word to her.

She now opened the door to another room. I was blinded by the beauty of
what I saw. It seemed as if I had been transported to a fairytale castle. I
stood in the most beautiful copse. The trees had been copied from nature in
such perfection that I was wondering whether art could really create
greater beauty than nature. The walls had been painted so superbly that it
seemed as if I were looking through the forest and in the distance I could
see the sun throwing its last rays across the horizon. Could it be real?
The heavenly sphere of stars on the ceiling and the full moon were the only
sources of light. They had a magical effect. A zephyr blew through the
leaves and filled the area with a wonderful aroma. I stood as if nailed to
the floor and happiness flowed through me when suddenly a nightingale began
her melting song.

I finally dared to walk through the door. I cannot tell you how I felt
when I saw, next to a fountain, on top of a green hill, under the shade of
an enormous tree, the most beautiful female figure in paradise, without the
fig leaf, sleeping lightly.

I came closer; she awoke, stretched her arms toward me and pulled me down
on the soft, resilient upholstery next to her.

Did Daphne's abode surprise you?

Most beautiful Marquise

Hush I am now Daphne, awaiting Apollo.

The surprise had made too great an impression upon me, and I was incapable
of expressing my admiration, and even less my sudden happiness.

I could not tear my eyes away from the lovely Daphne. Long dark hair
framed her beautiful face and fell down upon her beautiful bosom, inviting
me to voluptuous delights. The whiteness of her enchanting body, the whole
form and position, the place itself, and the cozy darkness all this would
have been enough to warm up a marble statue.

I felt the burning fire within me, threw myself upon her, embraced her
passionately and guided god Amour into the hall of coronation. She received
me with utmost compassion. I heard a whispering sound and when I looked up
I saw the branches of the tree close over our heads.

What a heavenly surprise!

We had barely started the battle of our sexes when two flutes sounded a
lingering melody, making perfect music.

My sensations had reached the ultimate.

She was cooing voluptuously in my arms, proving to me how happy we were.
The flutes fell silent and we emptied the cup of passion together. We then
sank exhausted to the floor and into a short, but deep slumber. After a
while, my darling Daphne said:

Shall we get up and refresh ourselves, dear Baron?

A flick of the wrist from my Marquise, and the beautiful copse no longer
existed. We got up and walked into a well-lit grotto, where we found
refreshments. A voluptuous-looking sofa invited us to sit down and we
revived our flagging spirits with good wine and passionate flirtations. Who
could not, in the company of such an enchanting woman, give reign to his
passions?

Soon I was back in Daphne's arms, sucking passion off her rosebud lips.
Amour went through the entrance of Venus' temple, kissed Hymen fleetingly
and ran back to the exit to find out if he would be followed. Suddenly
Daphne lifted her voluptuous behind and Amour was entwined in Hymen's arms
ere he could think of fleeing. Now they united for pleasure with soft
flowing waves of passion till they threw themselves in the sea of love and
cooled their burning feelings. The clock struck twelve and the two flutes
sang a lovely adagio.

Daphne led me toward the voluptuous-looking bed. Arm in arm, chest against
bosom, lips upon lips, we sank down into the warm embrace of the goose
down. New feelings warmed our bodies; we desired fulfillment as if it were
the first time we embraced each other. We tried everything that could
sweeten our delights even more. We became very passionately heated, a
voluptuous atmosphere surrounded us, little pearls of sweat made our bodies
slippery. We lost all sense of time and became unable to speak. Soft groans
emanated from our lips; we fell into a dizzying whirl of passion and
tumbled into the arms of the god of sleep.

Excuse me, dearest and passionate Glossen, beautiful and desirable
Flamman, I have known intense satisfaction in your embraces, but my Daphne
was far superior. Everything that could possibly excite the senses,
increase the charm and bring out the passion was united in her person. She
knew how to make the slightest caress become an intensely strong charge for
the voluptuous nerves which demand an instant release from tension.

The newborn day awakened us. We rushed from the arms of sleep into the
arms of love, and we were the happiest of all mortals.

I remained in Paris for almost a full year. My relationship with the
Marquise remained uninterrupted and our last embrace was as passionate, as
tender and as rewarding as our first one had been. My Marquise was
inconsolable at my departure.

16. WHO COULD HAVE BELIEVED THAT SHE WAS SERIOUS?

One morning while I was still in bed, my servant announced that there was
a female outside who insisted that she had to see me.

Who is she?

I don't know, and she does not want to tell me, either. I suppose

Well, speak up what do you suppose?

I suppose that she carries one of those secret messages; Lord knows from
what beautiful lady.

You really think so? And what if she had something in mind, herself?

Oh, no, she is too old for that. She looks as if she has at least half a
century behind her.

If I wait any longer, you are going to try to become funny. Ask the lady
to enter.

It was the old woman who worked for my Marquise.

This is going to be an invitation, I thought to myself.

Dear sir, not too long ago you were so friendly as to give me permission
to visit you. And here I am.

I am overjoyed

I was very surprised, not overjoyed at all. Was she serious? I could
hardly suppress a smile.

But she was dead serious! She sat down on my bed and she was as loving and
tender as a German girl of sixteen. She finally laid herself down on top of
me, kissed me, went with her hand under the blanket and suddenly grabbed my
prick.

Oh, the charming, pretty boy! How beautiful he is!

Her eyes shone with passion.

For better or worse, it is different, I thought. I got up, bolted the door
and carried her to the sofa.

My servant had definitely not been wrong about her age. I was quite
surprised that her thighs were so round and firm. Her love bush had
suffered from the years, but I am equally as sure that it had weathered
many a storm and survived many a flooding. The entrance to the temple was
exceedingly roomy and many a pilgrimage had worn down the steps. It almost
looked like a small valley.

Surely not much of a charm, but a promise is a promise. I took up my
position and discharged my honor as well as I possibly could. It really
became something of a sport to find out how many positions we could take
up, and it was amusing to see the contortions she went through in order to
fan the fire of my passions. And at that, I must admit, she succeeded.

When I finally emptied my nectar into her I had the distinct impression
that she became furious. She knew how to squeeze my rod, and it came out of
that battle severely bruised.

My dear young reader, it is definitely not a blessing for your body when
fate directs you to the altar of an elderly woman. You lose without even
gaining the smallest compensation. On the contrary, it is twice as hard on
you with one fifty-year-old matron as it is with three twenty-year-old
females. The former is no longer capable of surrounding her body with that
certain voluptuous atmosphere out of which your own body gathers its
renewed strength and vigor. You are the only one who supplies that
atmosphere, and the elderly woman draws from it and warms herself on your
passion and fire; your spent passion makes her temporarily stronger, but it
weakens you. One might compare an older woman with a sponge: she soaks in
and swells up, but does not give out anything.

And, if you want to be convinced, look around you. Look at those young men
who have married elderly women. You can see for yourself how weak and
miserable those wretched young bucks are. On the other hand, many an old
rake who has a young girl for a wife is still vigorous and happy and, I
would almost say, full of youth. That is because his strength and vigor
increase through the embraces with a young and lusty woman, and he himself
finds his youth again.

17. GERMAN WOMEN ARE NOT THAT COOPERATIVE

Would you please do me a tremendous favor, my dearest Baron, asked my
Marquise one night, with an innocent smile on her tender face.

Your merest wish is my command.

As you know, we are going to have supper with the Duchess tomorrow. You
would do me a personal favor if you would be as nice and attentive as
possible to her.

And if I be permitted, may I take the liberty of asking you why?

(She smiled): Have you been blind? Didn't you notice that she is terribly
in love with you? She has complained to me about your coldness.

Only, my dear Marquise, because I have the good fortune of knowing you,
and knowing you so well.

A Frenchman thinks differently about such things; he bestows favors upon
every lady.

The Germans, to the contrary, would call that philandering.

But you are in France now, and the Duchess is one of my best friends and,
therefore, I would consider it a personal favor if you would show some
intense interest in her let's say for one month. And I hope that then you
will return to these arms, the ones that now embrace you so firmly.

And, what will her opinion of me be when I suddenly break off our
relationship.

Oh, she will call you mean and dastardly, and she will swear a holy oath
that you must be a true Frenchman from both your father's and your mother's
side of the family.

I prefer to stay with you.

No, my dear Baron, I have assured the Duchess that she was uppermost in
your thoughts, that, however, the inborn shyness for women which is so
typical of you Germans has prevented you from declaring your undying love
for her. And I also promised her

I am losing too much, oh beautiful Marquise.

If that is true then your return to me should be of so much more value to
both of us.

I had to promise her.

The Duchess was in every respect a very charming and beautiful woman:
young and flowering, well-fed, and her eyes were full of passionate fire.

During supper I sat at her side. Her dress was incredibly voluptuous. Her
milky globes veritably foamed right out of the top of her daring gown. I
recited every single one of my compliments and watched closely as to the
effect of them upon her countenance. At about the same time, and as if
entirely by accident, I pushed with my knee against her thigh while I
turned toward her. She squeezed back softly and a deep red blush covered
her face. Thereupon I caressed her well-formed thigh with my hand, found a
little opening in her skirt, pulled up her underskirt and proceeded to rub
the velvety skin on her inner thigh. I would have loved to explore Venus'
temple itself, but it was very difficult to do without attracting the
attention of the others.

There were many people at the dinner party, and after dinner we played a
game of cards. A heavyset abbot was the bank, and the Duchess proposed that
she, the Marquise and I would play a game. When we sat down she fanned
herself and complained about the unbearable temperature. The Marquise
nodded at me almost imperceptibly, and I gallantly proposed to escort the
Duchess to a cooler room where she could get some fresh air. She accepted
my proposal eagerly. We sat down upon a sofa. After a few exploratory hand
kisses, I threw my arms around her neck, kissed her rosebud lips, and toyed
with the immense globes.

That is not very conducive to cooling off, my dear Baron!

I therefore laid her down and slipped my hand under her skirt. The
fountain in her love copse was foaming to the brim and the Duchess licked
her lips when my fingers touched the entrance. Her breathing became labored
and her eyes were sparkling with desire.

I made myself comfortable and put my prick at the entrance of her temple
of passion. She had become so passionate and swollen that I had to employ a
little force in order to achieve entry. She received her favorite guest
with a voluptuous cooing and jumped for joy under me at such a fantastic
speed that she emptied the cup of passion ere I had a chance to do much of
anything. It seemed as if she was about to lose all self-control; her
breasts looked like stormy waves.

She kept on groaning and moaning, and she lifted the altar of Venus higher
and higher. She became wilder and was veritably thrashing. When I spent, a
stream tore forth from her fountain and the entire copse was drenched in
flood waves.

Satisfied and happy, we returned to the party, and it was not till two
o'clock that we parted.

18. MORNING VISIT

The next morning I paid my respects to the Duchess. She was home for no
one but me. She was also still in bed.

I took off the coverlet. She embraced me passionately and kissed me
feverishly.

Are we safe from intrusion, my goddess of love?

Nobody enters without my specific instructions.

I undressed, then took off her nightgown.

I started to feel her beautiful body. She became so passionate and full of
desire that her eyes glazed over and even the lips of her temple quivered.

I guided my prick into her sanctuary; she received me with a jubilant
outcry and threw her legs around my body, moving so rapidly and with so
much force that her fountain started to overflow before I had reached
bottom.

After she had quieted down somewhat, I decided to double my efforts. She
was nothing but passionate feeling. I put my hands under her fleshy
buttocks and let my fingers play around in the cleft. This only increased
her desire and she lost almost all self-control. Every part of her body
quivered voluptuously and her breathing was a tremulous sigh. A passionate
fragrance engulfed us. As soon as I emptied my sacrifice upon her altar, 
she lost all motion; I could only feel life deep inside her sanctuary where
the fountain was still bubbling.

My pleasure was very great; the only thing missing was the
nerve-shattering sensation which I experienced when I was with my Marquise.
The Duchess was too passionate and too wild, and therefore incapable of
bringing me to the utmost. After a short moment of recuperation she called
again for renewed battle; her desire knew not of tiring.

I was overjoyed when I could return to my Marquise to find satisfaction
and rest in her loving embrace.

19. A REPAST FOR THE GODS

One of my best friends was a French baron and through him I made many
acquaintances and various beautiful and remarkable conquests. I will not go
into details about the latter because I would have to keep repeating
myself. But I must make one general remark. I have noticed that French
ladies are much prettier and smaller built and far more convenient for
making love than their German counterparts. They also understand the art of
bringing out their most desirable qualities and they know how to give
exquisite pleasure better than their German cousins.

But now I want to tell you about an extraordinary dinner party to which
the baron had invited me and two other friends at his petite maison.

He led us into a large well-lit room, hung with tapestries and carpeted
with large upholstered pillows. From the adjoining room harmonious music
wafted into our ears. We drank a few glasses of wine and our host invited
us into yet another room where we were to divest ourselves of our clothes
and put on a domino mask. We thereupon went back to the large room and sat
down upon the pillows.

Six nude girls, carrying baskets filled with delicacies, entered, wearing
flower garlands. We ate and drank and quipped, accompanied by the
harmonious music. The girls sang a beautiful song about love and passion
and they executed a voluptuous pantomime. I never saw anything more
charming and exciting in all my life than that dance.

After the dance the girls lay down in a circle; we threw off our masks and
mixed amongst them. My quill is too dull to describe in detail all the
voluptuous games that went on.

Two of us tried to get in one and the same girl whose entire body seemed 
to exist only for voluptuous dallying. She fled but was pursued. She
stumbled over a pillow and the one who was quick enough to catch her
immediately lifted her behind and guided his prick into her passion pit.
The other who had missed out grabbed lustfully for another girl but he
sacrificed his balsam on the floor before he had time to enter her temple.
My host had lots of fun and he asked me if I did not see anything to
satisfy my lusts.

Right in the beginning I had found one girl whose soft and shy demeanor
had attracted me greatly. As soon as my host saw that I was about to
embrace her, he too took a girl and laid her down in position. We had
barely started our battle when the two remaining girls started to become
very aggressive. They tried to separate the hunters from their quarries and
they also treated our backsides rather harshly. One of them was especially
bold.

The girl under me was extremely sensitive and she soon emptied her cup of
passion. When the bold one finally got around to hit me, I was prepared for
it. I turned around, grabbed her and laid her on the floor. The entrance to
her passion pit was very narrow and too small for my staff. I also had
grabbed and penetrated her too quickly and unexpectedly. The poor thing
screamed out loud and begged for mercy. This was cause for great hilarity
among the others. However, in the end she was very satisfied with me.

My readers may think whatever they want, but these excesses of
voluptuousness and debauchery were too much for me, and therefore, I will
end my chapter here.

20. I AM IN LONDON

I had been in London for three months already, and still I had not made
one single victory among the English ladies I had met. My self-esteem was
insulted. I doubled my efforts, but the cold looks and the immaculately
cool behavior of my objects prevented me from doing anything at all.

A beautiful English female is worthy of the greatest admiration, but she
leaves the heart empty. Not having found any satisfaction for such a long
time made me very moody and cantankerous. I complained about my plight to a
friend.

That is easy to allay, he said. We will drive into town and, if you so
desire, we can have dinner tomorrow night and dally to our heart's content
with first-class ladies, depending on how much you are willing to spend.

What do you mean?

We order a dinner for twenty pounds and we have a girl of the lower
classes, or, we order one for one hundred and our company will be a lady of
the finest standing.

I accepted his proposal and the next night we went into town. The presence
of two delicious ladies with beautiful and gracious looks had been taken
care of. We ate and drank and then repaired to an adjoining cabinet for
amorous dalliance and to gorge ourselves with passion.

I wasted time with all sorts of foreplay. She did, indeed, reciprocate,
but the French manner was lacking completely. I proceeded to undress her
and found that her body was excitingly well formed. She finally began to
warm up. I laid her on the bed and placed myself on top of her, guiding god
Amour into the temple of passion. I moved and she lay still; I kissed her
fervently and frequently and I practically begged her to reciprocate my
movements. She did not seem to understand what I wanted. We finally emptied
the cup of passion but without the giddying ecstasy which makes it so
worthwhile. My paramour showed me her satisfaction by becoming a little bit
more alive the second time around. However, real voluptuous ecstasy was
sadly lacking.

Before we went back into the dining room, the lady inquired about my name
and address. We spent another hour with pleasant conversation, then parted.

A certain Mistress Glasser allowed me to pay her my compliments from time
to time and I would be unfair to her if I did not admit that I spent some
passionate hours in her arms, though she never allowed me to view her
beautiful nude body. Her love for me was strong, passionate and intense.
The reason she broke off our affair was because she had seen me drive
around with Lady Betty.

One day, when I was about to drive away, my servant handed me a small,
scented note. I opened it and read:

If you allow your carriage to stop in front of my hotel at L- Street
around 4 o'clock this afternoon, I will be waiting for you.

Who is this?

Why, Lady Betty, sir.

Lady Betty, I thought. None of my acquaintances had that name.

I drove off, stopped at the hotel, was led into a beautiful room, and soon
Lady Betty entered.

I was surprised to recognize my beautiful paramour.

She noticed my surprise and assured me in the most charming manner that an
irrepressible desire to see me again had caused her to make herself known
to me. I pulled her down with me on the sofa and tried every conceivable
means to get her passions inflamed. She took me into a bedroom; I undressed
her and rubbed her buttocks with a fine woolen cloth till they turned red.
The lips of her temple became engorged, her snow-white bosom heaved, her
lips quivered and her eyes became very dark and languid.

She admitted that she had never felt such a devouring fire inside her
passion pit in all her life and when I laid her down, guiding my prick to
its goal, her hips thrashed in the motions for which I had begged so
unsuccessfully at our first meeting. It increased my pleasure enormously.
With true ecstasy we floated through the clouds of passion.
Lady Betty, too, loved strongly, with passion and intensity. It is very
pleasant to see an English woman who is in love. The great and noble way in
which they love inspires awe. If you feel like embracing the French girl,
you feel like kneeling before the English one. She gives herself either
without reserve and restriction, or she does not give herself at all, and
she would rather do away with herself than submit to a lover of whose
infidelity she is convinced. And if she is sure of infidelity her worst
punishment is utter disdain; and an English girl is very seldom carried
away by thoughts for revenge. And her soul is too noble to think first and
foremost about the possibility of deceit; if she becomes suspicious, she
will first investigate before accusing, and if she is satisfied, one way or
the other, she will act accordingly. I have been told that an English girl
gone astray surpasses anything the imagination might conjure in regards to
debauchery. Personally I have never met such a girl.

For a while I visited a young female, a girl of pleasure, and I can assure
you that her behavior and demeanor could set an example for many a
well-born and noble lady. She guided the conversation with wit, taste and
spirit. And everybody who from time to time might taste her highest favor
considered himself very lucky. One might say that she only made one lover
at a time the happiest man in England.

Shortly before my departure from London, I asked her jokingly if it would
not be possible that I could brag in Germany about having tasted the favors
of England's most beautiful woman and that I had embraced one whose charms
would pale those of the famous Lais of Corinth.

Sir, she answered, if you knew Lais of Corinth as well as I do, then
you should be the first one to know that you have said too much. I am a
poor girl. I do not even possess her tenderness, let alone her other
qualities. But if you believe that you can find pleasure with me, you are
invited for tomorrow night.

That next night my mistress guided me into the sacred halls of love, a
room that breathed voluptuousness and passion. Everything one saw or felt
was designed to stir even greater passions. Soon she stood before me like
Venus arising out of the sea. I looked at her with surprised delight and
closed her into my arms. And in her embrace I found the female created to
love and experienced everything which a mortal could possibly experience in
love's intimate embrace.

21. A SMALL ANECDOTE

I had seen in the home in which I lived one of the most beautiful females,
one who seemed to have everything a beautiful Roman girl should have. One
night when I was in bed, thinking about this gorgeous female, I suddenly
heard an incredible noise downstairs. I rushed out of my bed, opened the
door and a half dead girl flung herself into my arms. I quickly closed the
door again and carried my unconscious beauty to the bed. It was she! I
dressed, saw to it that I could properly defend myself, left my room,
locking the door from the outside, and ran downstairs.

She has escaped, the landlord said. Your trouble is in vain.

A young man, his eyes burning, grabbed me by the arm. Get my sister back
to me immediately, or else

The noise started all over again, and I could make neither head nor tail
out of the whole affair. Suddenly someone walked up to the furious young
man, whispered something into his ear, and everybody suddenly fled out of
the front door.

I asked the landlord for clarification.

A young girl who has lived here for several days now is being followed by
them. I don't know why. But it seems she has escaped.

I ran back to my room. The girl had come to herself, but she turned
snow-white when she saw that I was armed.

Be quiet, beautiful lady, I said. You are safe. Command me what you 
want me to do next.

She told me that she was the daughter of a Florentine merchant, that she
had been abducted from her home which she had left to go to the theater,
that she had finally succeeded in fleeing from her abductors, but to her
horror she had been discovered again by them.

And who is the foul robber?

She gave me the name of a well-known Marquis.

A strange story, but being in Italy, it could very well endanger my life.
Meanwhile I had decided to restore the daughter to her parents.

But, my beautiful girl, even though you are safe now, I doubt whether it
is wise to stay in this house.

Save me, in whichever way you think best.

I will be honored to do that. However, dearest girl, you need to rest
and, unfortunately, I have only one bed.

There are chairs.

Oh, no, I want to be very sure that you are safe, even when sleeping.

I kissed her and she cast down her eyes in shame.

I was very foolish, dear sir, to seek safety in your chambers. But
yesterday I decided to tell you about my troubles, because you gave me
confidence. Could it be possible that my judgment has made so serious a
mistake?

No, no, my beauty. But when I tell you that I have loved you from the
moment I laid eyes on you, what is your answer then?

(Shrugging her shoulders): I am at your mercy.

Beautiful and gracious darling ask your heart. It must be out of free
will that you consent to happiness in my embraces. If not, I swear to you
upon my honor that I will not touch you except for a few harmless kisses.

Could you do that? I mean, you would be a saving angel.

I promised her, and after a long talk I managed to get her to bed. I
helped undress her and assured her that it was incredibly hard for me to 
know so many charms were near me without the possibility of enjoying them.

I made a bed out of clothes and laundry on the floor for myself, lay down
upon it, covering myself with an overcoat, and soon I slept peacefully.

It was almost noon when I woke up. I went into the bedroom and stood near
the bed. What a beautiful sight! Her face looked like that of an angel. I
sat down, not daring to kiss her rosebud lips lest I awaken and frighten
her.

She woke up and a pink blush reddened her face; her beautiful eyes looked
at me fondly. I took her hand and kissed her cheek. A deep shudder went
through me when she returned the kiss.

Oh, noble man, she sighed, I was so apprehensive when I went to sleep,
and I feel so secure now that I am awakening.

And I will do whatever is in my power so that you may awaken every day as
safely as you did today.

She finally allowed me to be present while she was dressing and making her
toilette, and she even accepted my assistance.

We decided that she would travel to Florence in men's clothing, and with
the help of my servant, we succeeded in getting everything in order by the
next day. I have never traveled more pleasantly than with this 'signer.' A
true Adonis whom I could never kiss and caress too much.

The moment we arrived in Florence, I went to Signor Battioli's home. The
family was still mourning about the loss of their daughter. After a few
banalities had been exchanged, I mentioned offhandedly that I had just
contracted the services of a young Italian manservant who had told me
something about a young signorina being abducted from Florence.

They instantly begged me to summon this young man, and I wrote a hasty
note. My beautiful traveling companion arrived soon thereafter, but 'he'
was too weak to play 'his' role well; the moment 'he' entered, 'he' fell
into 'his' mother's arms.

22. THE REMAINDER IN ONE CHAPTER

From my own experience I would say that Italian women are very lascivious.
Their temperaments are passionate, hot, and very often insatiable. Their
entire bodies seem to have one purpose only, namely the pursuit of 
voluptuous pleasures. I am sure that such debauchery exists nowhere else in
Europe.

It is not at all difficult to make conquests but it is far more demanding
to satisfy them and one has to be extremely careful with the breaking of a
relationship without any dangerous results.

The Battioli family insisted on a prolonged stay in Florence and their
hospitality knew no bounds. Her father had always refused her permission to
marry but in the joy of having found his daughter safe and unharmed he now
granted her deepest wish. Young Vargendo practically smothered me amidst
thousands of thank-yous and other praises, because thanks to me he could
lead his bride to the altar while she was still a virgin.

The newlywed Madame Vargendo came to my room one afternoon. She looked as
lovely as the dawn and she wore a simple white dress.

Beautiful Madame Vargendo, your visit is an honor to me.

I came here to thank you, though I deserve your scorn; can you please
forgive me?

My scorn? And why?

My husband has thanked you. I must tell you that he considers you a
demigod for having delivered me to him untouched. He was very apprehensive
when we went into the bridal bed and

Why do you hesitate, my dear?

My husband is right when he says I would not entrust him with a woman.

Maybe he is wrong.

No, he is not. I would not want to make another trip with you.

And why not?

It's very simple, really. If I had not liked your attentions, I would
have resisted. And if I had resisted you would have doubled your
attentions.

Unforgettable Vargendo.

I took her in my arms and kissed her tenderly.

She answered my kisses with fire.

You are right, my dear. In this manner, restraint would be impossible to
ask from me.

Isn't it? My dearest Baron, I love you and I would have given in to your
endearments long ago if it were not for the fact that my bridegroom you
know what I mean.

And if I were to implore you now about reciprocating my love for you?

If I didn't, I would not have deserved being saved by you.

I pulled her down with me on the sofa and my hand reached the temple of
her love without any obstacles. The very lips seemed to breathe passion.

We emptied the cup of passion three times, each time with as much pleasure
and delight as the previous one. I assure you that my whole being has very
seldom experienced so many ecstatic delights.

However, it was Signora Dievelli who gave me a taste of what a truly
voluptuous Italian woman is like. One night, a little old woman picked me
up from my home around midnight and delivered me-Lord knows after how many
dark stairways, corridors and portals  into a beautifully decorated room.
Finally, a masked lady, dressed in a floor-length cloak entered, sat down
next to me and talked about the enormous risk she took and the enormous
risk I was about to take if I could not keep a secret. Meanwhile, because
of her love for me, she would not drop her mask till she had received from
me the strongest reassurances possible as to my secrecy, because she loved
me too passionately and would rather burn in her own passion than endanger
my life in any form or manner.

Since I had already gone this far, I saw no reason why I should not give
her those hotly desired assurances.

She dropped her mask and the cloak slid down to the floor. An incredible
beauty stood before me. I was so dumbfounded that I could not move and I
just stood there while she walked up to me, embraced me and pressed a
voluptuous kiss upon my lips. I encircled her beautiful body and felt
voluptuous ripples go up and down her spine.

I took off her clothes and was agape with admiration. She had by far the
most beautiful body I had ever seen. I let my face rest upon her heaving
bosom. She played with my hair and kissed my forehead. Her breath was
voluptuous. Every single one of her movements was voluptuous. Every muscle
in her body stretched voluptuously and beckoned me toward her. We stretched
out upon the soft bed; she held me floatingly even before my prick had
touched the entrance of her grotto. She embraced me fiercely, groaned and
sighed and her eyes glazed voluptuously when she felt the god of love. She
received him with a joyful quiver; her entire body took on a rose-colored
blush and as soon as she felt the approach of the sacrifice she stemmed
herself on hands and feet and held me floating. My staff emptied his vessel
and she groaned lightly. Her movements be-came convulsive and when her
fountain of passion opened it flooded down in great gusts.

We took our time recuperating, then got up and had some refreshments. I
could not get enough of seeing, feeling and exploring her marvelous body. I
kissed, fondled and caressed it. She rewarded every one of my touches with
an outburst of passion. I sat on a chair and she stood next to me; I played
with her Venus mound and the curls of the surrounding bushes. Both shores
of her passion river were high, and a gleaming pink framed them. The god
Hymen stood at the entrance, longing.
My signora curled her arms around my neck, kissed me, nibbled my lips and
sucked my tongue and ere I knew what was happening, she sat on my lap and
pressed her full bosom against my chest. I lifted myself a little and my
staff visited Hymen. They barely touched each other when she started to
jump up and down in my lap; her full milky globes gamboled like spring
lambs in the meadow; she groaned, quivered, closed her eyes, and finally
collapsed, her head lolling on my shoulders.

Oooh I can't anymore!

And a quick burst flowed out of her fountain.

I struggled out of the chair, carrying her to the bed where I ascended the
throne of love. I guided my prick into its proper place, crossed her legs
behind my back, lifted her buttocks, played with my fingers in her cleft
and started the battle all over again.

My sweet signora closed her eyes, her breathing changed into a wild
choking sound, and when I sacrificed my life's juice, a marvelous fragrance
exuded from her body, headier than the finest wine.

We savored the same pleasure with as much intensity another four times,
the highest pleasures of mortals, ere we drifted off into the arms of
Morpheus. It seemed as if we gained strength after each encounter rather
than losing it. The burning, passionate fire was finally extinguished.

My entire stay in Florence became doubly pleasant because of my affair
with this woman and we never were together anywhere without bringing at 
least one sacrifice to the goddess of love. She was of a very passionate
nature and even if the place happened to be uncomfortable, she was
inventive enough to find a position or a new twist so that our pleasures
were in no way diminished.

Once we were in the theater, the contents of the play had inflamed her
imagination. I sat next to her, noticed her heaving bosom and went with my
hand under her skirt. No resistance. On the contrary, she got up and made
it possible for my voluptuous hand to stray wherever it wanted. When the
act was over and the music started, she pulled the curtains of the loge
down, stemmed one foot on a chair, and, amidst the jubilant tones of the
orchestra, we brought our delicious sacrifice to Venus.

I don't want to bore you, dear reader, with the details of my trips to
Venice, Naples, and Rome. All my acquaintanceships were fleeting, and
mostly of similar nature. But one thing I firmly believe and that is that
either the climate or the voluptuous nature of the women must contribute to
the fact that the more voluptuous sacrifices brought at the altar of love
and passion, the greater the desire and the greater the strength to do it.

Weakening and loss of vigor as in the North is unknown.

BOOK FOUR
1. A REVIEW OF SEVERAL YEARS

I returned to Blassenheim and my father himself was there to receive me.
The joy of our meeting was great. I showed him the plans I had made to
beautify my future home and he liked my ideas very much. I left the
managerial duties to Balthasar and visited Frau von Glossen for a
pleasurable week. She was still an admirable woman.

Thereafter I visited various German courts and kissed the hands of many a
lady, but I no longer had any desire to get more intimately acquainted with
them. And even if I found myself now and then in the embraces of some lady,
I realized that it was only lust and not love and it felt as if I was
taking food without the pleasure of the spices.

I had one pleasant adventure when I stopped off in a neighboring town. I
lived on the third floor of the city's best hotel and one night, before
going to bed, I decided to take a little stroll. Upon returning I wandered
into the wrong room and, without noticing my mistake, I undressed and went
to bed. Somewhat later the door opened again and two young women came in, 
accompanied by their chambermaid.

The bed curtains were drawn and my nightgown was still on top of the
blanket. I was very quiet and waited, full of anticipation. The chambermaid
helped both young ladies undress and the girls were talking about the uncle
they had planned to visit but it seemed that the gentleman had not been
home.

I would have liked to cover myself up or put something on in order not to
scare the young ladies, but any noise might have disturbed them. The maid
left to make some tea, and I was alone with two lovely young ladies.

Dear Julie, I really liked the major best; he was so very virile and he
had such a handsome face. I must admit that it took my breath away when he
kissed my hand.

Yes, he was a rather nice man, but Freda, the captain with the incredible
hawk nose, did you notice his fierce mien and his fiery eye?

Everybody they had seen passed the review and was judged. Rose, after she
had served the tea, was dismissed to her own room. And now the girls
walked, arm in arm, up and down their room, telling each other about the
effect the various personages had had upon their feelings. Even the
well-rounded thighs and well-filled breeches were not forgotten.

Finally the two dear girls disrobed completely; my eyes feasted upon a
very interesting and unusual sight. The girls kissed each other, pressed
their milky globes against each other and rubbed their passion pits
together. Kisses, mixed with sighs, sounded throughout the room and they
held each other in tight embrace. I became very warm watching this scene.
They sank down upon the couch, each holding a finger in the other's
voluptuous grotto. They moved frantically until they finally collapsed, one
on top of the other. I lifted my head and the bed curtains rustled. They
were both very startled. I realized that I was about to be discovered
anyway, so I made a little bit more noise. The girls seemed paralyzed. I
threw off the covers, opened the curtains and stepped out of my bed. They
screamed out loudly and fainted.

I tried everything in my power to revive them. Finally, Julie was the
first to open her eyes.

Excuse me, dear young lady, a fortunate mistake made me walk into your
open room.

She closed her eyes and her face turned blood red.

Please leave us, sir

That would be too terrible, dear girl.

Freda slowly recuperated from her shock. She opened her eyes and when she
saw that I held Julie in my arms, she fled into the bed. Both girls
insisted that I should leave the room at once. Julie tried to twist herself
out of my arms; I carried her to the bed, and after some slight arguments I
was lying in between them and held an adorable little girl in each arm.
After some initial shyness, they both soon returned my small attentions and
kisses.

The little games of love are very pleasant, my beautiful nymphets, but
very unsatisfactory since they demand greater delights. I hope the two of
you can agree as to who will receive the first sacrifice today and who will
get the second one tomorrow.

The girls each denied that they wanted to be the first but, nevertheless,
they both snuggled up to me closer. I got up and looked around for a piece
of paper to tear into two strips, one longer than the other.

Pull, my beauties, the longest one has first rights.

Freda got it, but she insisted that Julie would take it. She was a very
well-built, healthy young girl and she allowed me to ascend the throne of
love without any further resistance. Julie's face flushed and her eyes
sparkled with barely hidden jealousy.

I made Freda pull up her legs a little, guided my staff into her grotto
and meanwhile inserted my finger into Julie's temple of passion.

Freda's eyes gleamed with delight, her breath came haltingly and a
whimpering moan slipped out of her heaving bosom. Her passion seemed to be
contagious to Julie, whose breath became panting as her hips moved
violently under my exploring hand. She kept my wrists firmly in her hands
to make sure that my fingers would not escape from their warm nesting
place.

My prick emptied its contents and Freda became wild under me. I had not
yet spent entirely before her spring of passion started to overflow and
Freda fell back upon the mattress in a most voluptuous swoon.

Now I turned my attentions to Julie. The poor child was being devoured by
passion. She kissed me, nibbled at my lips and pressed her firm globes
tightly against my side.

Have a little patience, dearest Julie, and I hope to be able to satisfy
you, too.

She played with my prick, caressed it, and it started to lift itself. Her
countenance betrayed the wildest desire and she herself guided it furiously
into her grotto which seemed more hotly inflamed than passionately warm.
She moved swiftly and amidst loud groans her cup of passion flowed over
very quickly.

I now moved one hand under each girl's buttocks and let my fingers play
and explore with the cleavages in between. Their spasms told me how much my
explorations excited them.

Both were exceedingly voluptuous girls and I really would not know which
of the two I would prefer. Their passion pits were equally beautiful;
neither one of them had been defiled by misuse and the charms were still
fully intact. Freda's renewed caresses had soon put new life into my staff
and it did not need much enticing to enter the passion pit again. The poor
dear girl did not yet know the value of temperance. She was too eager and
she moved too quickly. Soon she closed her eyes, her lips met mine and my
prick was bathed in a most copious stream.

Julie looked at me with great passion and her hungry eyes told me that she
too wanted her turn again. I felt her passion pit and the dear girl's
muscles contracted violently. Should I withhold my sacrifice from Freda?

While I was still asking myself that question, Julie had artfully
succeeded in pushing her friend aside. She was even more eager and more
violent. Within a minute she went into convulsions and sank exhausted back
onto the pillows.

I viewed both beautiful and passionate bodies with intense pleasure. Their
love pits were in slight disarray because of the constant floodings and
Julie's pretty little passion lips were still foam-covered.

I finally decided to turn Julie around and have her kneel in front of me,
resting on hands and knees. I kept Freda on her back, ascended her throne
of passion, threw an arm around each of the pretty bodies and guided my
hand into Julie's passion pit. It was sheer delight to hear both girls
groan and pant.

Julie: Ooh it's too much!

Freda: O-o-o-o-OOOOh!

Julie: Cannot stand much more!

Freda: A little deeper!

Julie: I I ooh I'm choking!

Freda: Ooh ooh please, have m-e-r-c-y!

Julie collapsed and Freda almost lost her mind when both, at the same
time, sacrificed on Venus' altar and I too sacrificed again to the goddess
of love. With both girls embracing me, Morpheus took the three of us under
his wings and we did not awaken till well in the afternoon of the next day.

I could tell many more anecdotes with young and elderly ladies of the
various German courts and with many another pretty young miss, but the
reader will have to excuse me for not going into any more detail.

A FINAL CHAPTER

I went back to my home after it had been rebuilt according to my
specifications. Soon thereafter my father came to live with me and two
years later he died. His remains are buried in a small stand of dark
cypress and his tombstone bears the inscription: Dedicated to the best of
all fathers. Even today, every Sunday, my subjects visit his tomb.

A few years later I had to erect another stone, this one dedicated to
father's Lilla. The inscription says: Love lasts beyond the grave, and
the stone covers the remains of my beautiful and incomparable Lady von
Glossen who moved in with us after her husband died and who is responsible
for creating out of Julia one of the most magnificent wives any man could
ever desire.

A wife?

Yes, dear reader, I am a very happy husband and the father of three
strapping, healthy sons and a daughter whose beauty is renowned in the
entire district.

I had never known my wife before I married her. My dear von Glossen had
visited her husband who was very ill and upon her return from the town she
stopped off at Blassenheim. After dinner, while we were sitting on the sofa
talking and exchanging tender kisses, she suddenly became very serious and
said:

Dear Baron, the next time I go to town, I will take you along with me to 
see the wife I have selected for you.

A wife?

Of course, dear Baron, you should get married. Your household needs a
woman. I only hope that you will not forget me entirely.

But how could I think about a wife, as long as I have my dearest
Glossen?

I believe, dear Baron, that you should know by now that I am a very
realistic woman. Even if I were free to marry you, I would be very
reluctant to give up your embraces. You need a young wife and I would be
too old for you. You are the new branch on an old tree and it is your duty
to give it new life again. I promise you that your firstborn daughter will
become my heiress and since I am involved in getting you married, I will
extract one more promise from you and that is that you will be a very good
husband, and in case of that I would rather phrase as a question. What
would you do if you discovered that your wife was attracted to a nice and
charming young man? Or even, if fate would bring her into the embraces of
one?

What questions, beautiful Glossen! Is it possible to give a firm answer?
I believe it depends upon the impressions which the particular situation
would make upon me. And how little could I say with any authority upon the
subject unless I would find myself in the situation you just mentioned.

(Shaking her head): That's what I call looking for a loophole. There is
one thing I would like to mention, my dearest Baron, and that is that I
want a more firm answer. One question: Do you believe that we always have
our emotions in check?

As long as we can avoid feeding them in such a way that they only
enlarge.

But could we diminish the strength of an impression?

That depends on the case.

No, my dear Baron, that depends on the impression. Tell me, have you
never met a female who made such an impression upon you that you were
absolutely unable to get her out of your thoughts?

Dear Glossen, I don't know why we are wasting our time with these word
games when we could use it perfectly well by making love.

And I closed her in my arms, one hand seeking her temple of love.

I want to see you happy, dear Baron, and I want to know for sure whether
you believe that a marriage is ended if you find out that your better half
has been embraced by another man. And I want a definite answer before I
allow you to do what my love for you demands me to grant you. If you are
married, can you resist all further temptations?

How could I possible say that?

In that case you would have to grant your wife the same privileges. Would
you give her that freedom? If she ever were to meet a man in whose arms she
would want to give herself?

Yes, as long as she would handle that affair discreetly.

She would, as long as she knows she has that freedom. Leave everything up
to me. I will be her companion and her teacher. If it is agreeable with
you, we can leave for the city in about a week.

Fine, we'll depart in a week.

The day after we arrived in town I saw Julia at Frau von Glossen's, a
young, flowering girl of sixteen.

Her beautiful Roman nose, her well-formed coral lips, the pretty dimples
in her cheeks and chin, the full snow-white bosom, the pretty little hands,
the soft fingers and beautiful pink and white nails everything about her
excited my temperament.

How do you like her? asked Glossen when Julia had left.

She is an angel.

How indiscreet of you to tell me to my face.

I am afraid, dearest Glossen, those impressions are beyond my willpower
to control.

And will you think the same about her in the future, when she is your
wife? You must have noticed that her eyes are bold and daring.

When will I see her again, Glossen? I hope very soon.

See? Now it is only 'Glossen.' Soon I will be entirely forgotten.

Oh, no never!

Now listen. Our present fashion hides many a bodily fault and the ardor
of the husband turns cold the moment he sees his wife nude. Tomorrow night
Julia is going to stay with me, and I think that you should see her without
her clothes on.

I embraced my dear Glossen, heaped kisses upon her beautiful lips, became
passionate, laid her down upon the sofa, and with incredible delight we
drank from the cup of passion, emptying it to the very bottom.

I could barely wait for the next night. From my hiding place I heard every
word the ladies said, saw every move they made and watched every expression
of their faces.

Julia liked me very much indeed. What incredible joy for me!

After dinner, von Glossen caressed Julia in many ways, bringing blushes to
the girl's face, and making her very passionate.

Shall we go to bed, dearest Julia?

This early?

We can talk there, too. But I like to hold you in my arms and I want to
see you without all those clothes on.

Dearest lady

Hush, dear Julia, I am a woman. I realize that it is quite different to
be embraced by a handsome man, to find passion in his arms and solace in
his embrace, but I assure you that being embraced by a beautiful woman is
not without its rewards and allows for many pleasant sensations. Come, dear
girl, take off your clothes.

Amidst small talk and voluptuous jokes, Julia took off her clothes, aided
by von Glossen.

The white of her body shone like precious marble. She is of average
height, but her limbs are fashioned in perfect proportion, her hips are
beautifully rounded and her thighs full and desirable. In short, she is the
ideal model for a Greek goddess.

If the Baron were here he would be delighted with what he saw.

But I would never undress myself in front of him; how could you think 
that, dearest friend?

I believe that you are not unattracted to the idea of becoming his wife.

Of course I am not, but I firmly believe, dearest Glossen, that one
should not unveil everything at once before a man's eyes.

You could be right at that, if it were not for the fact that we ourselves
get so much pleasure out of doing it! Come here, dear Julia, sit on my
lap.
She embraced her, kissed her, spread her thighs slightly apart so that I
could see, from my hide-out, the precious temple of her love.

My dearest Glossen, you are taking liberties!

How beautiful and flowering did the goddess of love plant your passion
garden.

I will have to punish these bold fingers!

Really Julia, the entrance to your temple of passion has not been used;
poor Baron, if you don't know what to do, he will have trouble conquering
you.

Shall we lie down, dearest Glossen?

You are becoming passionate, little girl. Oh, if only the Baron were
here. You would be able to enjoy love's greatest delight right here in my
presence.

I would die of shame!

You would die of voluptuous delights in his arms. And what would you
think, Julia, if he were here already and if he had heard and seen
everything we have done together?

Terrible!

Dearest little one, don't be so terrified. My love for you and for the
Baron has made me play this little trick on you. He is not out of town on
pressing business; he is right here. You can come out now, Baron!

Julia cried out and jumped into the bed, covering herself with the
blanket.

Undress, dear Baron, I will make it up with Julia. Julia dear, is it all
right with you that I, too, take off my clothes and join you in the bed so
that I can witness and possibly participate in the pleasures you are about
to enjoy?

Julia remained silent.

It did not take me long to take off my clothes. Julia complained about
treason, cuddled up to von Glossen, and did not want to have anything to do
with me.

It is fine with me, Julia; if you do not want the Baron, then I will take
him in my arms, but I assure you that by doing so I would rob you of the
greatest pleasures and the highest ecstasy.

Glossen took me in her arms, kissed me as voluptuously as she could though
I must admit that I had only eyes for Julia and lusted after her pretty
little temple.

I do not wish to be unjust, she said, helping me to get on top of Julia.
I took the blushing girl in my arms and covered her face with passionate
kisses.

The girl's bosom heaved and her breath was labored; she glowed and
involuntary sighs escaped from her coral lips. I touched her little passion
pit and she jumped up. A shiver went through her body when she felt me at
the entrance to her temple.

Glossen pulled Julia's thighs apart and I climbed upon the throne of love.

The entrance to her passion pit was narrow, but it was built very
comfortably, because the moment von Glossen had pulled Julia's legs
slightly apart, my staff stood right at the entrance of the glorious
grotto.

I put my hands under Julia's full behind and tried a deep lunge. She cried
out loudly and after my third try she wanted to escape, taking no heed of
my passionate pleas and of von Glossen's reassuring talk. But I kept her in
a tight embrace. Her struggling and the soreness of my prick only served to
double my desire; I took one very deep lunge, exploding the barrier between
us and poured the nectar of my love upon the altar of passion. Julia had
fainted.

A beautiful sacrifice to love! said von Glossen. Oh, dear Baron, the
sight of it has set my insides on fire.

She guided my hand into her passion grotto and truly I found the evidence.
I kissed her and, since my prick was again in a state of readiness, I was
more than willing to give her the relief she craved.

No, she said, don't; it belongs to Julia now.

We lifted the covers and gazed upon the temple of her love. The pretty
lips of her passion pit still quivered and we noticed the traces of blood
from the ruptured virginal garland.

Julia opened her eyes, sighed and covered her beautiful eyes with a pretty
little hand.

How do you feel, heavenly Julia?

How do I know? I thought I was dead.

Glossen: But you're still alive. Did I disappoint you, Julia?

I don't even know where I am.

Glossen: Dear Baron, don't hesitate to make Julia happy. She will now be
very capable of enjoying the delicious pleasure of love and passion. Don't
be shy, Julia, embrace your lover and return his kisses and caresses; don't
you ever become afraid to show him how happy his embraces make you.

My staff had barely entered the temple of passion when the tremors of her
body and the soft groans and cries betrayed the sweet sensations Julia
experienced.

Ooh, please stop, oh please, it's too much!

Her eyes filled with tears, her legs spasmed, her throat gurgled
voluptuously and suddenly her wellspring of passion flowed over. I put my
hands under her behind, played with my fingers between the cleavage of her
buttocks.

Are you happy now, sweet Julia?

Oh, yes very!

I brought my second sacrifice and she pressed me firmly against her bosom.
She cooed like a little dove. As soon as she had recuperated, von Glossen
asked her:

Well, Julia, don't you owe me some form of thanks?

Oh, yes oh, yes!

But what if I asked you to lend me your Baron? Feel my breasts, they are
devoured by the fires of passion. Would you allow me to be embraced by him
right here at your side? I want you to be very honest, Julia. Yes or no?

Yes.

Glossen pulled me on top of her, threw off the blankets, threw one leg
across my back and stemmed herself with the other. She moved under me so
quickly and so violently, her passion pit bubbled over.

Oooh dear Baron quick qui

The words died upon her lips.

I tried everything to give her the greatest pleasure and I was lucky
enough to cause her fountain to flow a second time the moment I emptied my
sacrifice into her grotto.

The god of sleep took me under his wings and the next morning I woke up,
my face buried between Julia's delicious globes.

A few weeks later I took Julia as my bride to Blassenheim and until today
I have spent nothing but pleasant and delicious days with her. I am still a
very happy husband and my Julia has earned herself many a compliment with
her free and natural behavior. She has never been secretive to me about her
feelings. A young count and a young lord made a terrific impression upon
her and I was the first to advise her not to ruin her life by harboring a
few unsatisfied desires.
Farewell, my dear, young, passionate reader. I hope that I have been able
to give you a lesson. Temperance will guide you into a meadow with
beautiful flowers, and you can pluck as many of them and as many different
ones as your heart desires. But beware that you do not get sidetracked into
the moors, the heather or the wasteland with its many thorns, thistles and
nettles. It is very easy to do.
Life is but a fleeting dream and we can make it as pleasant as we want to.
The wine of love is sweet, nourishing and can make us happy and
lightheaded; too much of it will only make us drunk and the dream of life
would turn into an ugly ending.
