Parisian Frolics

Vintage erotic fiction from the late-1800s.

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Excerpt:

I must confess that the memories of these latter were such as afforded to both of us a pretext for reviving the past in the present. In our youthful amusements we had not troubled to respect our mutual modesty!

Stolen kisses, caresses of tongue against tongue, indiscreet ramblings of inquisitive hands under clothes,--all had brought us to the very threshold of the supreme pleasure. One day, when hidden in a barn with her, my hand had found its way to her little girlish cunny which it strove to excite by an active finger--while her little hands were amusing themselves with my prick as it stood rampant and stiff in her honour! But nothing else had transpired, and we had not met again, until now. I reminded her of this,--she smiled, and little by little let fall her constraint, whether real or simulated.

"Don't speak of it!" she said--"we were sillies!"

"We certainly were, because we did not take advantage of our opportunities! But now that we have so unexpectedly met?"

"Tell me,--didn't you know who I was when you came in?"

"Honestly, I did not."

"Well, suppose that you had made me out, would you then have come in?"

"It is possible that I might have considered it better in your interests to disappear,--but I should have done so with great regret, for you were looking so lovely! And you?--if you had recognised me?"

"I should have run away!"

"But why? Do you think I cannot appreciate your charms as well as any one else?"

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