The Pleasure of M (18 page)

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.
 

“Dear
 Catherine,
 

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...
 

Aftershocks:
 
The
 vivid
 echoes
 -‐
 Of
 our
 glorious
 exchanges
 -‐
 But
 now
 from
 within
 
Petal
  by
  petal:
 
Thus
  opens
  the
  bloom
  -‐
  And
  to
  the
  humble
  pilgrim
  -‐
  Beauty
  is
 
revealed
 

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.
 

“Dearest
 Michel,
 

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?
 

I
 must
 leave
 you
 for
 a
 short
 time,
 as
 my
 body
 is
 aching
 to
 have
 my
 fingers
 play
 with
 
my
 clit.
 I
 will
 be
 back….”
 

 

A
 few
 minutes
 later,
 she
 concluded
 with
 a
 second
 message.
 

“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,
 

OK,
 you've
 got
 me
 here.
 So
 you
 are
 a
 Latin
 scholar
 also?
 But
 of
 course.
 What
 is
 'sum
 
tecum'?
 

 

Did
 you
 know
 that
 I
 am
 still
 a
 practicing
 Catholic?
 That's
 right
 -‐
 Mass
 almost
 every
 
weekend,
 Minister
 of
 Communion
 as
 well.
 Some
 habits
 are
 hard
 to
 break.
 

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.
 

In
 case
 you
 have
 not
 been
 able
 to
 discern
 this,
 I
 am
 lonely
 and
 missing
 you.
 On
 a
 day
 
when
 I
 am
 free
 to
 talk,
 you
 are
 not.
 I
 will
 look
 forward
 to
 your
 reply.
 

 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.