Authors: Michel Farnac
I
have
never
had
any
doubts
that
you
will
be
a
wonderful
lover,
a
lover
unlike
the
other
men
in
my
lives.
Your
doubts
today
about
your
own
ability
to
satisfy
me
are
unsubstantiated.
Our
coming
together
will
be
magical,
and
I
am
certain
that
it
will
take
place
in
the
near
future.
My
friend
and
I
made
a
pact
tonight
to
provide
an
alibi
for
each
other
when
the
time
comes
for
us
to
meet
our
lovers.
So
you
see,
our
meeting
is
destined
to
happen.
And
we
will
never
regret
the
experience.
I
cherish
the
thought
of
bringing
you
to
exquisite
orgasm
over
and
over
again.
Your
strong,
youthful
cock
will
be
well
taken
care
of.
There
are
many
stories
yet
to
be
written,
Michel.
Some
have
already
been
started,
such
as
the
hotel
elevator
(one
of
the
"Easy
Pieces").
I
am
not
yet
done
with
the
cabin
series
and
of
course,
we
have
not
even
begun
to
discuss
the
Kama
Sutra
(and
certainly,
I
would
like
to
experiment
with
you
with
some
of
those
positions!)
Please
let
me
care
for
you
as
only
I
can.
I
wish
to
renew
with
the
passionate
threads
that
have
made
up
our
relationship
up
until
now.
There
are
still
promises
made
that
are
un-‐kept,
places
that
you
must
take
me.
If
you
are
willing
to
share,
I
would
love
to
hear
more
about
your
early
sexual
experiences.
You
know
that
I
am
quite
the
voyeur
myself.
For
now
I
hope
to
dream
about
spending
time
with
you
on
a
hot,
deserted
beach
on
some
faraway
island,
where
I
will
summon
all
of
my
feminine
wiles
to
satisfy
your
every
desire…
Yes,
you
too
can
dream!
Carpe
diem,
my
darling.
Yours
always,
Catherine”
These
words
provided
deep
relief
to
Michel
when
he
read
them
the
next
day:
the
rhythm
of
their
conversations
and
message
exchanges
was
ill-‐suited
for
the
quick
resorbing
of
moments
of
doubt.
I
must
thank
you
from
the
bottom
of
my
heart
for
overcoming
the
pain
that
I
involuntarily
caused
you
in
our
last
conversation.
Yes,
I
too
can
dream
and
do.
That
you
would
mention
un-‐kept
promises
and
the
beach
made
me
remember
one
such
unfinished
piece
of
business.
I
trust
you
won't
mind
if
I
continue
a
list
you
once
gave
me...
Crescendo:
The
beat
of
my
heart
-‐
When
I
start
thinking
of
you
-‐
Is
always
faster
Probe:
A
gentle
caress
-‐
Is
becoming
persistent
-‐
Looking
for
more
Yours
always,
Michel”
Once
again,
Catherine
was
transported
by
Michel’s
poetry
and
by
the
immediacy
with
which
his
words
penetrated
her,
creating
a
whirlwind
of
emotions
and
sensations
in
her
mind
and
body.
When
she
read
his
words
she
felt
alive
and
beautiful,
young
and
full
of
desire.
She
decided
to
reveal
a
little
more
of
herself
in
her
next
missive.
She
prepared
herself
to
write
a
message
then
decided
to
have
a
prelude
which
quickly
became
part
of
the
main.
I
am
finally
ready
for
a
little
relaxation
after
what
has
turned
out
to
be
an
unnerving
few
days.
My
husband
and
I
made
love
last
night
and
although
it
was
enjoyable,
I
did
not
achieve
orgasm.
And
so
I
am
more
than
ready
to
spend
time
pleasuring
myself.
I
have
put
on
a
CD
of
Indian
(Asian)
music
that
a
friend
had
burned
for
me
long
ago
and
inserted
batteries
into
my
vibrator.
My
husband
is
aware
that
I
have
one,
but
has
never
expressed
any
interest.
He
is
not
one
for
toys
or
props.
I
am
barefoot
but
otherwise
dressed.
My
pants
are
unzipped
and
my
left
hand
periodically
leaves
the
keyboard
to
slip
under
my
blouse
and
graze
my
right
breast.
My
thumb
wiggles
its
way
beneath
my
bra
to
play
with
my
now
erect
nipple.
I
stand
and
let
my
slacks
and
panties
drop
to
the
floor.
It
feels
very
naughty
to
sit
here
bare-‐
bottomed
and
aroused.
My
fingers
again
halt
and
press
against
my
pussy
lips.
Perhaps
I
should
call
your
work
number
and
leave
a
message
right
now.
How
would
it
feel
to
be
greeted
on
Monday
morning
by
a
message
like
that?
“My
face
is
flushed
and
my
body
is
oh,
so
warm.
Open
and
ready
to
receive
your
cock.
When
the
orgasm
came,
I
was
consumed
with
thoughts
of
your
strong,
erect
cock.
I
yearn
for
you,
Michel.
But
now,
I
am
on
my
way
to
Mass.
How
is
that
for
multi-‐tasking?
Yours,
Catherine”
His
response
came
quickly.
“Sweet
Catherine,
Just
a
quick
word,
as
I
have
but
a
few
minutes,
to
say
that
the
vibrator
elicits
much
reaction
from
me.
Feel
free
to
tell
me
more.
I
will
expound
on
the
topic
at
length
later. Hosannah
in
excelsis,
benedictus
qui
venit
in
nomine
amoris.
Sum
tecum,
amor
meus.
Yours
quite
erect,
Michel”
“Dearest
Michel,
As
for
the
vibrator,
I
got
so
caught
up
in
the
moment
that
I
forgot
to
use
it!
It
is
now
back
in
its
hiding
place.
I'm
glad
that
it
piques
your
interest.
Perhaps
you
will
be
able
to
hear
me
using
it
as
we
speak
next
time
we
are
on
the
phone.
How
would
that
make
you
feel?
I
discovered
a
few
things
in
college,
just
before
I
got
married,
during
a
three
month
fling
with
a
bad
boy
on
campus.
Just
imagine
how
powerful
it
must
have
been
for
me
when
I
was
introduced
to
such
things
as
cigarettes,
pot,
vibrator,
bondage....the
list
goes
on.
The
very
first
time
I
uttered
words
such
as
cock,
cunt,
fuck,
pussy,
learning
to
express
my
desires.
What
a
Pandora's
box
he
opened.
I
mention
these
things
only
to
help
you
understand
where
I
have
come
from.
There
are
many
shocking
stories
to
tell,
but
I
will
not
go
there
unless
you
are
interested:
indeed
what
seems
shocking
to
a
proper
catholic
girl
may
not
seem
shocking
to
you.
Your
devoted
servant,
Catherine”
“Sweet
Catherine,
I
was
the
beneficiary
of
a
very
classical
education,
including
eight
years
of
Latin
and
six
of
Greek...
That
was
my
rendition
of
I
am
with
you.
And
I
am.
If
it
may
console
you,
loneliness
is
not
emptiness.
I
feel
lonely
at
times,
but
my
heart
is
full.
I
did
imagine
you
were
still
a
practicing
Catholic
since
those
who
have
abandoned
the
Church
are
usually
pretty
vocal
about
it,
if
they
speak
of
religion
at
all.
That
you
would
help
dispense
the
body
of
Christ
is
unexpected,
but
then
part
of
your
image
indeed,
is
it
not?
I
cherish
your
fascination
for
the
sacred
and
the
ceremonial,
just
as
I
cherish
the
you
that
is
able
to
say
'fuck',
'cunt'
et
al.
I
am
fascinated
by
the
transformation
that
your
college
fling
was
instrumental
in
unleashing.
Part
of
this
is
wanting
to
know
you.
Part
is
voyeurism.
Part
is
academic
almost.
But
I
am
not
concerned
as
to
why.
I
feel
that
you
need
someone
to
tell
this
to
and
not
only
am
I
the
only
one
who
could
possibly
understand
any
of
it,
but
more
importantly,
I
am
more
than
willing
to
listen.
In
lieu
of
being
able
to
take
you
myself,
any
description
of
something
going
into
your
pussy,
whether
your
fingers,
a
vibrator
or
another
man,
will
turn
me
on.
You
are
adept
at
presenting
me
with
a
balance
of
narratives
that
is
quite
pleasing.