章節 22: Sophia Replied: A Journey Through Love, Passion, and Forbidden Desires
The following is her reply:
To, Mrs. Broton
How can I ever sufficiently thank my darling Layla for her delicious letter? I have devoured its delightful details a dozen times already.
I keep it in my bosom and renew the pleasure of its perusal at every spare moment.
Too long? Oh, with such a charming power of description, why did you not cover fifty more pages?
Never in my life have I enjoyed such an exquisite description of those dear, lascivious encounters.
How delighted I am at your good fortune in meeting such a miracle of a boy as that, dear Alexander.
Why???????????????????
Because he has every quality of a man, united by the charm of extreme youth.
What a splendid man he will become, the very perfection of a lover, and already possessing so lewd and lascivious a lubricity.
Oh, how I envy your possessions! What luck for him too to have fallen into the hands of such a delicious teacher as my beloved Layla is.
Am I not myself her pupil, and were you not my own delicious instructress in all that one of our sexes could teach each other?
You will remember a long-standing engagement between us made when we were both so lewd and so longing for the real knowledge of man, and how we pledged ourselves that if either got possession of a lover, we should manage after a while to share him between us.
Your description of Alexander has brought this pledge most vividly to my recollection.
I am sure my dear Layla will not be angry or jealous when I avow that I long to participate with her in the possession of that darling boy, and if my Layla is as old as me, I feel certain she will rather indulge and cultivate this propensity than otherwise.
Think how easy it will be for us both to arrange the meeting of all three together, because I wish to possess him in common, certain that it will increase the lascivious pleasure of coition.
No one will suspect us when we drive out—two women with one man.
It will naturally be assumed that one fears the other, and so there will be no danger.
See, here I am at once anticipating future scenes, but it is all owing to the extremely exciting and lascivious details you have so vividly given me.
I have no such delicious scenes to depict as those you have so delightfully described to me. My honeymoon passed off in a much more common-place way than yours.
Our marriage, which was performed within a day of your own, went off as such events do.
My husband was loving without being very warm.
I felt very much as you describe going to bed the first night, but the discretion or delicacy of my husband, which I could well have pardoned him for dispensing with, left me time not only to get into bed but to keep me waiting there some time.
He entered like yours in his dressing gown, but immediately put out the light and found his way into bed as best he could.
He crept to my side, embraced me tenderly enough, and began to fondle and kiss me, telling me how dearly he loved me, etc., but for some time he avoided any indecent liberties.
I suppose he thought it necessary to gain my confidence and quiet any alarm I might be in.
He might have saved himself the trouble, for in reality, I was longing for and, at the same time, somewhat dreading an attack on my maiden charms.
At last, little by little, he approached the object of delight, and eventually, begging me not to be alarmed, he mounted upon me and effected the object of his desires.
He did not hurt me much—not nearly as much as I expected, nor so much as you seem to have suffered.
I deemed it politic to cause more suffering than he really inflicted.
Towards the end, I had slight scintillations of pleasure, but not worth mentioning; it is true my husband is not so well-armed as yours and Alexander appear to be, and he is also much colder in his passions; for instance, he did not attempt to fuck me again, although I would have been gratified if he had done so; perhaps it was considerate towards me in his idea, but, merely embracing me in his arms, he talked himself and me to sleep.
In the morning, he again fucked me, this time giving me something like pleasure, but I was altogether disappointed with my night's experience.
It was not such as you or I, my dear Layla, had pictured to ourselves in our anticipations of the marriage night.
My husband since has never exceeded twice a night, but he has become more exciting and has generally made me spend twice to his once, first exciting my passions by feeling all my private parts and frigging my clitoris, so that I generally have lubricated the passage by my own discharge before he attempts to make an entrance.
I find he likes this, and so far it pleases me because only one discharge would leave me in a state of unbearable excitement.
He has never attempted any of those lewder and more lascivious methods, of which you have had such delicious experience.
Overall, I cannot help but say I am disappointed.
My husband is loving and very anxious that I should improve my mind in every way.
You know, I was rather more proficient than usual at school in German.
My husband speaks it fluently, and as we meant to spend a winter in Sweden, he was anxious that I should have further instruction.
He asked me if my school teacher was a good one, but I did not encourage that idea.
You may remember our former master was a Rolex, so handsome and so enterprising that you and I had both formed the plan of having him and had already put over some of the preliminaries when, unfortunately, he was caught with that impudent Miss Pearl, with whom, doubtless, he had accomplished everything.
Of course, he was instantly changed for another, and we saw no more of him, much to the sad disappointment of our then-libidinous hopes.
My husband proposed advertising for a master, when I had the happy instinct to tell him that school mistresses generally applied to Sandy, of Coller's Street, for language masters, and that, if he would write or call, he would be sure to get every piece of information.
That evening, after dinner, as we sat dozing over the fire in the library—very imperfectly lit—my husband informed me that he had seen Sandy, who had most strongly recommended a very gentlemanly man, moving in good society, namely, the Rolex.
I started in amazement; fortunately, owing to the half-light we were in, my surprise and confusion were unnoticed by my husband.
He said that he had been referred to one or two gentlemen of standing as to the Rolex's character, that he called upon them, and felt satisfied that I could not be in better hands. You may imagine what an effect this information had on me.
All night long, I could think of nothing else.
What seemed most difficult to me was hiding from my husband our previous knowledge of each other.
I feared the count would at once recognize me and claim acquaintance, which was what I most wished to avoid; to you, from whom I have no secrets, I may own it.
It immediately occurred to me that this would be an opportunity (for which I had in my heart been longing) to obtain the services of a lover I could trust.
How to manage it I knew not, but by chance, that favorite of all wrongdoers stood me in good stead.
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