Mon amour

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Kiss me Dario, please!

Kiss me on the neck.

Like you used to...

just one kiss, but sensual,

passionate.

August 26th.

I don't know why I'm writing this

at one in the morning.

I only know that if I don't,

I'll scream.

Dario is a wonderful husband

and I love him,

but since we've been married

I can't reach orgasm with him.

Why? What's wrong?

It's only been six months

since our wedding

and things seem to get more boring,

flavourless and banal every day.

What happened to all

the enthusiasm, surprise, fun

and craziness we had before?

If I catch you, you're dead!

I'll fix you, you naughty girl!

Oh yes... yes... Dario, lick me!

My p*ssy's on fire.

The satyr's crossroads...

the Apostles' road to Gomorrah...

or the unhallowed alleyway to Sodom?

Oh no! Not this!

Only when we're husband and wife.

Oh yes! Give it to me!

I've never come so much

in my life!

They foisted it on me at

the Literature Festival yesterday.

Why not take a look at it? You know

I trust your judgement. Dario.

You were sleeping so peacefully

I didn't want to wake you up!

"I found myself pressed against him

without realising it.

His mouth glued onto mine,

his tongue scavenging greedily,

pushing itself

into my parched throat.

I couldn't breathe,

but I didn't break away.

I felt his muscles rippling against

my breasts. I breathed in his smell.

The groans of the dancers

filled my ears

and someone whispered

that I was a whore.

But it all seemed

so insignificant to me.

The stranger's hand

under my skirt

and on my ass

was all that I cared about.

Those strong, blundering hands

that pressed me to his stomach

and compelled me

to rub myself against his cock,

which seemed ready

to burst out of his trousers.

Those same hands that

invaded my panties

and grabbed my p*ssy.

His finger shot between

my c*nt lips like an arrow.

I was moist, open, yielding,

he didn't meet any resistance.

I can still feel it now, his clumsy

finger on my p*ssy

and the cold shiver that ran

down my spine.

I undid his trousers

and kicked off my shoes.

My breath was short

and my p*ssy was wet.

I felt free to show

my eagerness

and my desire without shame. "

Here it is.

The book made you nod off?

I don't blame you for sleeping.

The Literature Festival

is a total drag!

Why don't you visit Palazzo Te?

How dare you!

What are you doing?

Leave me alone!

You like the frescoes, huh?

Do you see those two?

Kids? Look at the frescoes!

We're here to study Giulio Romano,

pay attention.

He is cute though!

Those lovely little tits!

That lovely little p*ssy!

Hurry up, we're late!

What are you waiting for?

I've got to tell you something...

You've gone over the limit

on my credit card?

Well... I...

Hello?

Of course I'm not busy!

How can I tell him?

Today I cheated on you, my love.

Darling, I've been unfaithful!

Dario... I'm an adulteress.

Well? You were saying?

I wanted to tell you...

Do we really have to go

to this party?

It's the grand opening,

do you want them to fire me?

There'll be lots of guests,

famous writers, you'll have fun.

What a drag!

As you say in the North-East,

"Business is business. "

Come on, hurry up.

I was nearly raped today!

I said this lovely little p*ssy

was speared like a bird on a skewer.

Did you hear, darling?

I said that I was raped!

I understood!

Nearly or actually?

You don't believe me?

Of course I do, darling. Who by?

That Moroccan waiter in the hotel?

No, by a stranger.

At Palazzo Te.

The fantasies of a neglected wife?

Look, I even enjoyed it!

Oh, really?

Seeing as you're so outrageous,

don't wear any panties to the party.

You say it as if

I wouldn't be capable!

Come on, you'll make me late!

F*** off!

I'd like to place one lover

in front of the other and say:

is this the current trend?

The heart can no longer

shoot its load.

The ass is a great leveller.

The p*ssy is the minds eye.

How vulgar!

Not at all! The signifier

is the real signified!

Eroticism loses all cultural value

that way, it becomes pornography.

Is it true, maestro,

that pornography is to eroticism

what the blow job is to fellatio?

Exactly, it's just a matter

of semantics and language.

Of tongues, if anything!

Does art become pornography

or vice versa?

Sex is the only thing that keeps

your publishing houses afloat.

And the Bible,

it's always the number one seller.

Religion, sex, excess,

a recipe for success! Cheers!

Stop it!

They can see us.

"Whores in Love".

- Who?

- Max Zanouk.

One of our most promising authors.

Ah, congratulations.

You expected to see me here...

- Please, not here.

- You've got no panties on!

So what,

it's just to spite my husband.

- Is that why you're all wet too?

- Leave me alone.

It's all the wine I've drunk.

How nice to see you again!

- Staying for the whole festival?

- Yes, till Sunday.

Wonderful!

- And Dario?

- He's here too.

And your husband?

Unfortunately Henry's had to stay

in Paris...

You know how it is...

work, the publishing house.

I'm here with Franois,

- His secretary. Remember him?

- Of course.

He was at Torcello

the day you got married.

But... did we interrupt something?

No, not at all.

I'm on my way to the bathroom.

- Will you come with me?

- I'd love to!

We've got so much to talk about.

Congratulations!

- When did you start going without?

- It's not what you think.

- Oh, no?

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