Authors: Michel Farnac
Yours
always,
Michel”
“Good
morning,
dearest.
Thank
you
for
affirming
that
my
stories
continue
to
have
my
desired
effect.
And
just
as
you
are
turned
on
by
those
sexual
situations,
I
too
am
very
aroused
by
thoughts
of
you
taking
your
cock
into
your
hand
and
bringing
yourself
to
orgasm.
I
might
like
to
have
further
details.
For
instance,
are
you
standing,
sitting,
reclining?
Where
are
you
when
you
take
your
cock
out
of
your
pants
to
reveal
your
hot
erection?
What
specifically
did
you
think
about
the
other
morning
when
you
sought
to
ease
the
hardness
of
your
phallus?
Was
it
thoughts
of
my
fingers
probing
my
cunt...
or
was
it
the
vision
of
how
you
would
plunge
your
erect
member
into
the
warm
and
wet
chamber
which
awaits
you?
Yours
in
lust,
Catherine”
When
they
next
spoke,
Michel
tried
once
again
to
assuage
Catherine’s
curiosity.
“Actually
no,
not
at
all.
I
try
very
hard
not
to
confuse
desire
and
need.
One
needs
only
shelter
and
food,
to
a
large
extent.
The
rest
is
creature
comforts
that
I
feel
are
so
important
that
I
tend
to
think
of
them
as
required,
but
truly
it
is
a
luxury
to
think
in
such
a
way.
I
believe
that
men
who
speak
of
‘need’
in
the
sexual
realm
are
liars,
though
there
are
admittedly
a
couple
of
medical
conditions
that
can
have
some
strange
symptoms,
but
they
are
extremely
rare.”
“It’s
just
that
I
feel
nauseated
when
I
hear
a
guy
say
that
‘a
man
has
needs’.
A
man
has
desires
and
it
would
be
foolish
not
to
understand
that.
But
a
man’s
desires
should
never
trump
a
woman’s
welfare.
But
back
to
the
topic
at
hand:
masturbation.”
“Yes!
So
where
do
you
do
it?”
“Most
often
at
my
desk,
at
home,
usually
late,
when
everyone
in
the
house
is
asleep.”
“At
your
desk?
Is
that
comfortable?”
“Oh
yes,
really.
I
have
one
of
the
fancy
office
chairs,
so
I
can
recline
the
seat
back,
tilt
the
sitting
plane,
stick
my
feet
on
the
desk
and
go
for
it.
Plus,
the
internet
is
an
appropriate
aid,
and
my
computer
is
on
my
desk.”
“Oh,
the
internet…”
“…
said
she
with
the
vibrator
and
Astro-‐glide…”
“What
does
that
have
to
do
with
the
internet?”
“But
mine
does
not
involve
looking
at
other
men.”
“So
you
don’t
need
visual
aids,
but
you’re
not
going
to
tell
me
that
you
fantasize
about
your
husband
when
you
masturbate.”
“Ah,
I’m
at
a
slight
disadvantage
here.
I
don’t
want
to
be
sounding
untoward,
but
surely
there
have
been
times
that
you
masturbated
while
you
were
not
having
an
affair,
or
before
that
ever,
uh,
happened.”
Catherine
let
the
silence
hang
in
the
air
a
little
bit
before
she
replied.
“You’re
right,
you
are
at
a
slight
disadvantage…”
She
then
gracefully
allowed
him
to
tactfully
shift
the
topic
of
discussion
which
in
fact
quickly
whimpered
out,
and
the
exchange
lingered
with
her
all
day.
At
first
she
thought
that
she
was
upset
because
she
had
been
pushed
a
little
too
far
by
Michel
and
his
fabled
honesty.
As
the
hours
went
by
she
realized
that
there
was
another
reason
and
that
she
in
fact
felt
bad
about
how
she
had
handled
the
topic.
After
all,
she
had
initiated
the
conversation
and
there
was
no
reason
that
she
should
have
gotten
testy
as
she
had
with
Michel.
That
evening,
after
thinking
for
the
flash
of
an
instant
that
she
had
just
seen
Michel
in
the
tavern
where
she
was
having
an
after-‐
work
drink
with
friends
even
though
he
was
thousands
of
miles
away,
she
found
herself
staring
at
the
mirror
behind
the
bar
and
asking
herself
“What
would
Michel
do”
and
this
made
her
smile
broadly
at
the
notion
that
he
would
enjoy
the
irony
of
her
thought.
And
so
she
pondered
at
length
the
discomfort
she
had
felt
at
him
asking
about
whom
she
thought
of
when
she
masturbated
and
slowly
came
to
understand
that
what
truly
bothered
her
was
not
the
answer
to
his
question
but
rather
the
immediate
implication
that
her
answer
would
have
had.
But
this
was
silly,
drenched
in
prejudice
and
guilt
of
a
type
that
her
relationship
with
Michel
was
supposed
to
have
cast
away,
so
she
wrote
to
him
the
following
morning.
My
husband
and
I
did
manage
time
for
lovemaking
last
night
after
a
fabulous
concert
(Jazz
Impressions
of
the
Beatles).
You
were,
of
course,
on/in
my
mind
as
I
came.
As
he
drifted
off
to
sleep,
I
thought
more
about
our
conversation,
about
masturbation
but
more
importantly
about
male
versus
female
perspective
on
the
sexual
act.
For
men
it
is
often
SEX,
pure
and
simple.
You
are
driven
by
your
cock
to
a
most
natural
and
assured
conclusion.
(OK,
maybe
not
always
a
'given'.)
If
circumstances
are
right,
you
will
climax.
A
big
part
of
my
arousal
takes
place
in
my
mind.
Let's
face
it
-‐
I
have
made
love
with
my
husband
hundreds
of
times
and
there
is
little,
if
any,
mystery,
remaining.
Lovemaking
has
fallen
into
a
fairly
predictable
routine
as
to
how
it
progresses.
I
just
realized
that
I
often
have
my
eyes
closed.
Do
I
do
that
in
order
to
enhance
my
fantasizing?
This
is
why
fantasy
plays
such
a
huge
role
in
sexual
satisfaction
for
me.
I
know
my
husband's
body
way
too
well
and
I
can't
say
there
is
much
about
it
that
really
turns
me
on
anymore.
But
you,
on
the
other
hand,
fascinate
me.
I
imagine
asking
you
to
show
me
your
cock,
asking
your
permission
to
touch
it
and
explore
its
contours.
I
want
to
see
how
it
reacts
to
the
feel
of
my
breath,
my
hair,
my
breasts,
my
tongue.
How
long
will
it
take
for
you
to
grow
to
your
full
length?
I
want
you
to
retract
your
foreskin
and
display
for
me
the
quivering
tip.
That,
my
dear,
will
be
a
moment
that
will
carry
me
through
many
a
cold
winter
night!
Fondly,
Catherine”
Michel
rightly
perceived
from
her
message
that
she
was
open
to
having
the
topic
brought
up
again
but
that
it
would
not
be
easy
for
her
and
that
she
left
it
up
to
him.
He
did
not
hesitate
long.
hard
to
think
somehow
that
it
is
already
coming
on
December.
The
month
for
obvious
reasons
has
strong
resonance
for
me.
It
is
a
melancholy
time,
though
that
has
been
attenuated
in
recent
years
by
the
presence
of
my
son.
We
went
on
a
little
hike
today,
on
a
trail
overlooking
the
Santa
Monica
bay
from
1200
feet
and
we
dug
some
fossils
out
from
the
hillsides
as
the
sun
gleamed
on
the
ocean
with
blinding
force.
Sincerely,
Michel
PS:
if
there
are
still
questions
to
which
I
owe
answers,
would
you
be
kind
enough
as
to
refresh
my
memory,
and
if
not
perhaps
find
some
more.
We
need
to
discuss
at
greater
length
I
think
the
theme
of
fantasy.”
There
was
an
unmistakable
resolve
to
his
tone
but
she
knew
also
that
he
would
tolerate
an
easing
into
things,
and
she
opened
the
door
a
bit
ajar
at
first.
While
their
next
conversation
held
little
on
the
topic
of
fantasy,
she
wrote
that
same
evening.
She
had
a
few
days
earlier
told
him
that
his
finding
porno
magazines
in
his
father’s
nightstand
as
a
kid
was
a
powerful
image
and
decided
to
give
a
response
to
him
mentioning
that
there
was
nothing
in
his
nightstand.