The kindness of my husband on our journey from England (which I afterwards found was only a part of his most artful programme), had so imposed upon my rather soft-hearted nature, that I really
felt sorry that I ever been unfaithful
to my marriage vows, although no doubt the image of my loving paramour was firmly imprinted in my heart.
We went to operas, bal masques, saw all the sights, and enjoyed ourselves immensely for a few days and being strict Catholics he one day said jestingly, “I suppose, Lucille, we must go to confession, and get absolution after having enjoyed ourselves, and confess all the delightful sins we have committed; [51] ]by-the-bye, be sure you do not forget to confess having ridden a St. George on your husband, and allowed him to spend his seed in your hand, or on your pretty bosom, they are most awful sins, and will cost a pretty penny for absolution. I should not be surprised if the Rev. Father undertook to inflict personal chastisement à la Girard et Cadière,” he added, laughing.
“But, seriously,” I answered, “apart from joking, I know we ought to do it, and will go to that church in the Rue de la Madeleine this very day, I know I am a sinner, but don’t like to make a laugh of such serious things.”
Then seating myself on his knee, I drew his face to mine, and kissed him lovingly, as I added, “But, dear Francis, you won’t leave your little wife so long again, will you, for those horrid horses? You can’t imagine how dull and low spirited I get when left all by myself.”
“What a pretty pouting little bride you [52] ]look. Why, Lucille, the way you kiss excites me as if we were still on the honeymoon trip; but dearest,” he added, “a sporting man must see his horses tried and run, then, you, know, I shall make up in the winter what you lose in the summer; there’s nothing else to do then but to make love. Ha, you sweet little devil, do you want to commit another sin before confession?”
My hand had been gently caressing
his prick outside his breeches, till it was now rampant and impatient of the restraining cloth.
“Well,” he went on, following my example, by passing a hand up my clothes, and gently tickling my clitoris with his forefinger, “