“'A poor hermit welcomes you,' said a melodious voice, and an aristocratic little hand was offered me. She wore a wedding band.
“'A hermit! Possible! However, it seems to me that your hermit's existence has in no way interfered with your becoming an aesthete,' I said, giving her my most seductive smile. 'But I would be extremely grateful,' I added, 'if this beautiful hermit would allow me to share the abode with her. I will do anything in my power to make it very attractive for both of us.'
“'You may not wish that after a couple of days.'
“I looked at her carefully. She was a beautifully built woman. And her whole demeanor betrayed that she was a member of high society. I waved my hand as a protest to her insinuation.
“'Sit down next to me,' my charming hostess said, 'and let's talk while tea is being served.'
“I sat down, quite close to my secretive lady, and she showed neither embarrassment nor the usual shyness which always seems to be unavoidable when two members of the opposite sex are suddenly thrown together.
“We were sitting intimately close together when the black Felicitas announced that a small supper had been served. Meanwhile, Madame Pomegranate Flower and I had been talking as if we had known each other for years. Our conversation was very flippant, to say the least, especially since my lady seemed to know a lot about many of the little secrets of Parisian society. Even though she was a foreigner, she was extremely up to date on all the scandals that were going on, and she seemed to be well acquainted with many of the skeletons that are hiding in important Parisian closets. Once in a while she would throw in a few foreign sounding phrases, but my knowledge of languages is not so great that I could identify them. I can therefore only assume that they were properly used.
“My beautiful Pomegranate Flower offered me her arm. She trembled slightly. She led me into a tiny dining room where a table had been set with a fine, elegant supper for two. And who can describe my incredible surprise when I could see, through a double door, an enormous bedroom with a gigantic bed, a heavy velvet canopy and a few Algerian lamps which cast a mysterious spell in the room.
“I was now sure that all my fears had been unfounded, and I decided to enjoy whatever the evening might bring. I recognized the symptoms and was full of anticipation.
“'Dear Count,' said my beautiful lady friend, after we had finished our lobster, liver pate, and strong tea, 'let's do away with the ceremonies. What is your name?'
“'For you, my beautiful Pomegranate Flower, my name is Raoul.'
“'Well, then, my dear Raoul, what would you think about a little stay in my domain?'
“'I think that would make me the happiest man in Paris, and the thought of this intoxicating possibility practically makes me lose my head.'
“And to prove my words, I kissed her beautiful breasts softly. They had somehow slipped out of her blouse, and the erecting nipples were driving me wild.
“The young woman made a slight jerking motion, but it was so noticeable that I knew immediately that I had gotten the green light.
“A few moments later we ate from the same plate, and drank from the same glass. Pomegranate Flower was sitting on my lap, and she gave my wandering hands complete free play. The pink ribbons of her blouse were in my way, and I pulled them loose. The blouse fell to the floor, revealing beautiful white globes which were tipped by hardening strawberry nipples.
“A simple jewel held her tiny corset. I unclasped it and then… my entire being still shivers at the memory… my arm encircled her submissive, voluptuous body. I could feel spasms of incredible passion jolt through her entire being.
“'Pomegranate, my adorable one,' I whispered, 'I see you today for the first time, and already I am smitten by an unquenchable love.'
“The delicious woman smiled and threw her arms around my neck.
“'Ooh, your lips are so fiery! I want to devour them!' My lips pressed against hers, my tongue crawled into her warm mouth, and the way she reciprocated drove me out of my senses, making the bulge in my pants larger than it had been in a long time.
“'And your breasts, oh lovely lady, what precious marvels… I have promised to respect that horrible mask you are wearing. But what about the rest?'
“'It is all yours,' a sweet, trembling voice whispered.
“'You must be the most beautiful woman in the world,' I said. 'But, alas, my friends call me a doubting Thomas. I would like to see, before I believe.'
“The negligee, too, slipped to the floor, revealing one of the most beautiful female bodies I have ever seen. Her shoulders were beautifully rounded, and as milk-white as her breasts. I was absolutely speechless. I felt her skin shiver and crawl and the breasts began to firm, jutting provocatively forward. My wild, passionate kisses made any conversation impossible.
“Another clasp, on her thigh, held a pair of Turkish harem pants. I undipped it, and the last vestige of her clothing slipped to the floor. The divine creature was sitting fully naked on my lap. Her skin was now flushed with desire, and her kisses became extremely passionate.
“'Pomegranate,' I whispered, pointing at the bed which seemed to be waiting for us, 'dear, beautiful and exotic flower… up to bed… for a beautiful bout of wonderful love! Shall we?'
“'Yes,' my hostess whispered almost inaudibly.
“And I carried her, without interrupting my passionate caresses, toward the enticing bedroom. I carefully laid my booty down upon the huge bed, divested myself rapidly of my own clothing, and soon our legs were happily intertwined.
“I satisfied my desire to kiss her breasts and nibble her hardened strawberry nipples to the fullest, and held those beautiful arms firmly against my own.
“My mysterious lady love behaved like a love starved wife. It was as if I were her husband who had just returned from a year's travel.
“'Kiss me, oh, please, kiss me everywhere,' she panted, writhing upon the huge bed.
“I complied more than willingly and both of us manifested our satisfaction with sighs and little cries of pleasure. I no longer wondered about the incredible strangeness of the whole situation. I was too busy enjoying the treat Madame Pomegranate offered me. I had no more thoughts about the engagement I had broken for that night, because I knew that nothing in the world could have afforded greater carnal delights than what I was tasting upon the enormous bed.
“I seized the nipples in my mouth, biting them playfully. She was trembling in my arms. She arched her breasts toward me, obviously wanting me to go on biting them. She almost spasmed at the touch of my lips, and it became clear to me that this ravishing lady had been love starved. I began to caress her, at first lightly. I ran my hands over her skin, from thighs to neck, from buttocks to back. She was now shuddering uncontrollably, fanning the fires of my own passion till I could no longer control them.
“I fondled her marvelous breasts at great length and then, almost savagely, I grabbed them, pinched them, digging my fingers deeply into their milk whiteness.
“She uttered deep little moans. Then she slid one nipple between my fingers, and I began to rub it. In an uncontrollable movement, she seized my head, pressing it against her belly. I ran my tongue over it, lingering around her navel, drawing deep moans from Pomegranate.
“I tried to engulf an entire breast in my mouth, and she asked me to suck her lower. I gladly obeyed, and I licked her nudity tirelessly. My ministrations were driving her mad, and she begged me to suck her still lower. Obviously, I could not resist such a charming request, and my caresses were making her almost go out of her mind. I had never seen such passion, and the aphrodisiac was incredible. I have always been able to retain my composure while dallying with a lady, but now it became quite impossible for me to retain my dignity.