As I am not anymore the little shamefaced thing 1 was, when I first came here, and as Edith is, as you may have gathered from all she has told me, quite shameless, we continued our little game without taking any notice of the presence of the child, finding, in fact, in the sense of our shamelesness, an increase of sensual gratification So the junior, a very pretty girl of fourteen, saw from our movements what was going on, and, pulling down the bed-clo.hes, she watched with eager eyes the lascivious heavings of our naked bodies, which were rapidly approaching the spasm of supreme pleasure. Seeing this she began to tickle us down our spines, laughing all the time with delight at our voluptuous movements, When we hid finished, she said to me: Dearest Blanche, do let me come and do that with you some day; my sister and I often do it at home, and she says my fingers are simply made for " frigging."
She is such a pretty little thing that I could not refuse, and so she is to creep up Some night, when every one is asleep, and stay the whole night with me." When I told her this, she began in her gratitude to kiss me all over my naked body, in a way which showed she was no novice in the arts of sensual pleasure.
We told Madame we had fallen asleep again, an explanation which she accepted, though I think she guessed the truth.
And now, dearest Ethel, good bye for the present. I am afraid this is a very disjointed letter, the contents of which will probably shock you very much, but some of it will I daresay instruct you as well as amuse you* After perusing it, I think that you will say like me, that it is no wonder Edith i9:4t knowing,1' being brought up by such an aunt, and with such cousins!
Ever your most loving
Blanche.
LETTER V
My dear Ethel,
Since my last letter we have had our halfterm " exam," which is a short holiday lasting from Saturday morning to Tuesday evening. To my-great delight Edith very kindly got her aunt, the Countess, to write to Madame, asking if I might be allowed to spend the holidays with her; an invitation which was most readily accepted, as Madame assured me that the Countess was a leader of the very best Parisian Society.
Alter what Edith had told me, I rather smiled at this, but I nevertheless departed joyfully on the Saturday morning with Edith, having first of all carefully packed up the smartest of my new dresses and hats to wear on Sunday, as well as two very low-necked evening dresses to wear at dinner.
The Countess, who is marvellously young-looking for her age, received us most kindly, though with very much the air of a " grande dame." Edith declares that her youthful appearance is entirely due to "make-up," but if so, her maids must be most marvellously skilful, or she would easily pass for eight-and-thirty, while her exquisitely corsetted figure looks really quite girlish. Talking of figures by the way, it is very curious to notice how very differently shaped French women's figures are from English, The two chief points of difference are that the breasts, which English girls wear almost in their natural position, are always forced upwards by the French corsets, so as to stand out quite straight from the body, without hanging down in the least. This has a very suggestive appearance, especially in eveningdresses, which thus expose to view far more of the "tiddies," even if they are cut no lower than an English gown.
It is most amusing to see the way the men will keep their eyes fixed on a wellfilled decollete corsage, watching for the moment when some forward movement of the wearer shall expose the naughty little breast-points to their eager gaze. I have now learnt how to expose them or to hide them just as I please, with such slight and imperceptible motions as to give a man the idea that I am all the time perfectly un^ conscious of what he is so anxiously looking out for.
The other point of difference in the French and English women's figures is that in England women always try to keep the "'stomach " in as much as possible, and have their corsets made so as to force it in, out of sight, it they can.
In Paris however a prominent ventre is as much admired as a big "behind," and just as we used to wear "bustles " to make the latter look unnaturally Urge, so som^ French women actually wear a small "cushion " in front, if their ventre is too flat by nature.
I am even amused to notice how much the shape of my own figure has changed, for the extra pressure at the waist caused by my thirteen-and-a-half-inch stays, has of course caused the flesh to expand below the waist, and this, encouraged by the shape of the corsets, now stands out-so round and plump and firm, that when you next see me, you wiil think 1 have got a loot-ball under the lower part of my stays. It is in fact so prominent that in England I am airaid people will think 1 am enceinte, but here it is considered a great beauty, especially by men. Moreover Edith declares that there is no part of a girls body which it gives a man so much pleasure to kiss as a ventre provided it is firm and round.
In any case 1 noticed that the eyes both pf the Countess and of her two sons rested most approvingly on my overhanging ventre which being fully displayed by a very thight-fitting gown, served to accentuate the lines leading to the warm recesses of my " pussie."
They treated me with the greatest politeness, and I was so fortunate in pleasing the Countess that she gave permission for her sons to escort Edith and me to the Comedie Francaise in the evening.
Instead, however, of going to this classical theatre, the idea of which did not please any of us, we spent half the evening watchin. the lascivious dances at the Moulin-Roupe, and the other half at the Folies-Bergdre, where the open attempts of the "cocottes" to arouse the sensuality of the different men they met, amused me immensely.
Edith's two cousins had by this time thrown off all restraint, and told us all sorts of stories of the different cocottes we saw.
One they pointed out to us had, it seemed, a passion for small boys and, finding a difficulty in gratifying this lust, she adopted the expedient of sending numbers of telegrams to herself every day.
In Paris I must tell you, telegrams are always brought up and delivered to their owner by the telegraph-boys in person. When one of these knocked at her door, and was told to "come in," he found her lying in a long easy chair, with nothing on but a thin silk. dressing-gown, which being carefully left unfastened ail down the front, would fly open at the slightest movement, allowing the boy to feast his eyes upon her naked "cunt " and " tiddies." After looking at these for a few moments it generally did not require much persuasion to induce him to take off his regulation trousers, and place his childish "prick " at her disposal.
If the boy was a novice in the art of vice her enjoyment was of course all the greater, for there is no greater pleasure for a depraved woman than to teach a young innocent boy all the different ways of satisfying sensual passion and to make him an adept of vice.
The following morning I breakfasted in my bed-room and then proceeded to dress for Church, naturally choosing some of my prettiest things.
When I came downstairs, I found the party waiting for me the Countess stood astonished at what she termed this "Vision of loveliness " that at first she seemed speechless; then however, lifting up her own veil and my own, she gave me a long passionate kiss, which told me how the elegance of my figure had excited her "Lesbianism." All the way to Church and all through the service, she was feasting her eyes on me, and when we got home afterwards, she instantly carried me off to her bedroom, where she gave orders that luncheon was to be served for herself and me.
Edith and her two cousins smiled at what they knew was going to happen, but did not complain at having their own lunch together by themselves.