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service for me, but on second thoughts, decided not to and
turned my steps towards the house.
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by Anonymous
CHAPTER TEN. IN LUTETIA
The days passed slowly by, but as each one went I felt
that I was nearer by so much to my liberation as I viewed
the reopening of school.
Several weeks had gone by without my having received an
invitation from Rutherford to come and stay with him, so I
began to lose hope of a respite from this source, and
determined not to dwell upon it in anticipation in order to
avoid a possible disappointment.
One morning in the fourth week, however, I received a
letter from de Beaupre, written from London, to say that in
three days from that date he was returning to Paris, and
asking if I could get permission to go with him and finish my
holidays there. He explained that Jimmy could not accompany
him, his mother wishing to have him with her, and as he was
most anxious to have a chum to keep him company, he:
would be very glad if I could come.
It was a long letter, written in a very lively style, and went
on to recount some of his doings during the holidays.
"I've had some fine times with my mother's maid,
Mignon," he wrote. "She's a ripping girl! She helps me to
dress, and so on, as my mother won't get a manservant for
me yet, thinking the maid can do all I want. I don't mind a
bit, as you may suppose. Mignon brings up a cup of coffee in
the morning, and we always have a lark together then. She
used to start by tickling my feet, but she soon got more
daring, and would pull the clothes off and pinch my legs.
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Then, when I have my bath she comes into wash me, as she
says I am not big enough to do it properly myself yet.
Somehow, my cock is always stiff at these times but at first
she would never say anything, but just went on soaping and
sponging me. She was very fond, however, of touching me
between the legs and having a little feel. Naturally, every
time she did this it made me laugh. I let her see plainly that I
wasn't an innocent, and before long she got into the way of
taking hold of my thing and stroking it. Then she boldened,
and one day gave it a kiss. This fairly set me off and I asked
her to do it again. She wasn't the least bit bashful, and, since
then I enjoy myself all right with her, I can assure you. She's
got a fine-shaped cunt just the right size, not too big, and
with plenty of hair. She won't let me do too much to her
though, as she says she has to be very careful. She has got a
lover, who is frightfully jealous, and she told me he would
make a fearful row if he thought she had anything to do with
another person. So I only use my fingers on her now and
again. She wouldn't have me get into her, as she says she
doesn't care about it that way much and even a boy like me
might do some damage. She has hinted several times that I
should give her a suck, but I have never done so; she's a
very decent sort but I don't quite think that I could bring
myself to do that with her. I don't mind doing it to Cecile, but
she is different.. By the way, if you come with me, as I hope
you will, I shall find a chance to introduce you to her. I know
you will like her immensely.
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"Now, be sure and come! And let me know at once. I have
got my mother to write to your father, so he can't very well
refuse."
I felt a different being after I had read this letter, and my
hopes rose at once to the highest point. I waited eagerly to
hear my father's decision, which was the only thing now that
stood in my way. At lunch-time, I watched his face narrowly,
and I remained in a fever of excitement through the
protracted meal. But at its conclusion, Jimmy my father sent
for Mrs. Denison.
"I've just had a letter," he said, when she had entered,
"from the Princesse de Beaupre, mother of one of Master
Charles' fellow pupils, asking me to allow him to spend the
remainder of the holidays with her son.. He is to be in London
on Thursday next. Here is the princess' letter! Will you please
make all the necessary arrangements?"
I was overjoyed, and began to pour out my thanks, but my
father waved me coldly aside and left the room. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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service for me, but on second thoughts, decided not to and
turned my steps towards the house.
210
The Memoirs of a Voluptuary
by Anonymous
CHAPTER TEN. IN LUTETIA
The days passed slowly by, but as each one went I felt
that I was nearer by so much to my liberation as I viewed
the reopening of school.
Several weeks had gone by without my having received an
invitation from Rutherford to come and stay with him, so I
began to lose hope of a respite from this source, and
determined not to dwell upon it in anticipation in order to
avoid a possible disappointment.
One morning in the fourth week, however, I received a
letter from de Beaupre, written from London, to say that in
three days from that date he was returning to Paris, and
asking if I could get permission to go with him and finish my
holidays there. He explained that Jimmy could not accompany
him, his mother wishing to have him with her, and as he was
most anxious to have a chum to keep him company, he:
would be very glad if I could come.
It was a long letter, written in a very lively style, and went
on to recount some of his doings during the holidays.
"I've had some fine times with my mother's maid,
Mignon," he wrote. "She's a ripping girl! She helps me to
dress, and so on, as my mother won't get a manservant for
me yet, thinking the maid can do all I want. I don't mind a
bit, as you may suppose. Mignon brings up a cup of coffee in
the morning, and we always have a lark together then. She
used to start by tickling my feet, but she soon got more
daring, and would pull the clothes off and pinch my legs.
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by Anonymous
Then, when I have my bath she comes into wash me, as she
says I am not big enough to do it properly myself yet.
Somehow, my cock is always stiff at these times but at first
she would never say anything, but just went on soaping and
sponging me. She was very fond, however, of touching me
between the legs and having a little feel. Naturally, every
time she did this it made me laugh. I let her see plainly that I
wasn't an innocent, and before long she got into the way of
taking hold of my thing and stroking it. Then she boldened,
and one day gave it a kiss. This fairly set me off and I asked
her to do it again. She wasn't the least bit bashful, and, since
then I enjoy myself all right with her, I can assure you. She's
got a fine-shaped cunt just the right size, not too big, and
with plenty of hair. She won't let me do too much to her
though, as she says she has to be very careful. She has got a
lover, who is frightfully jealous, and she told me he would
make a fearful row if he thought she had anything to do with
another person. So I only use my fingers on her now and
again. She wouldn't have me get into her, as she says she
doesn't care about it that way much and even a boy like me
might do some damage. She has hinted several times that I
should give her a suck, but I have never done so; she's a
very decent sort but I don't quite think that I could bring
myself to do that with her. I don't mind doing it to Cecile, but
she is different.. By the way, if you come with me, as I hope
you will, I shall find a chance to introduce you to her. I know
you will like her immensely.
212
The Memoirs of a Voluptuary
by Anonymous
"Now, be sure and come! And let me know at once. I have
got my mother to write to your father, so he can't very well
refuse."
I felt a different being after I had read this letter, and my
hopes rose at once to the highest point. I waited eagerly to
hear my father's decision, which was the only thing now that
stood in my way. At lunch-time, I watched his face narrowly,
and I remained in a fever of excitement through the
protracted meal. But at its conclusion, Jimmy my father sent
for Mrs. Denison.
"I've just had a letter," he said, when she had entered,
"from the Princesse de Beaupre, mother of one of Master
Charles' fellow pupils, asking me to allow him to spend the
remainder of the holidays with her son.. He is to be in London
on Thursday next. Here is the princess' letter! Will you please
make all the necessary arrangements?"
I was overjoyed, and began to pour out my thanks, but my
father waved me coldly aside and left the room. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]