Gustav Schlling: Memoirs of a Baron

I finally decided to turn Julie around and have her kneel in front of me, resting on hands and knees. I kept Freda on her back, ascended her throne of passion, threw an arm around each of the pretty bodies and guided my hand into Julie's passion pit. It was sheer delight to hear both girls groan and pant.

Julie: “Ooh… it's… too much!”

Freda: “O-o-o-o-OOOOh!”

Julie: “Cannot stand… much… more!”

Freda: “A little… deeper!”

Julie: “I… I… ooh… I'm… choking!”

Freda: “Ooh… ooh… please, have… m-e-r-c-y!”

Julie collapsed and Freda almost lost her mind when both, at the same time, sacrificed on Venus' altar and I too sacrificed again to the goddess of love. With both girls embracing me, Morpheus took the three of us under his wings and we did not awaken till well in the afternoon of the next day.

I could tell many more anecdotes with young and elderly ladies of the various German courts and with many another pretty young miss, but the reader will have to excuse me for not going into any more detail.

I went back to my home after it had been rebuilt according to my specifications. Soon thereafter my father came to live with me and two years later he died. His remains are buried in a small stand of dark cypress and his tombstone bears the inscription: “Dedicated to the best of all fathers.” Even today, every Sunday, my subjects visit his tomb.

A few years later I had to erect another stone, this one dedicated to father's Lilla. The inscription says: “Love lasts beyond the grave,” and the stone covers the remains of my beautiful and incomparable Lady von Glossen who moved in with us after her husband died and who is responsible for creating out of Julia one of the most magnificent wives any man could ever desire.

A wife?

Yes, dear reader, I am a very happy husband and the father of three strapping, healthy sons and a daughter whose beauty is renowned in the entire district.

I had never known my wife before I married her. My dear von Glossen had visited her husband who was very ill and upon her return from the town she stopped off at Blassenheim. After dinner, while we were sitting on the sofa talking and exchanging tender kisses, she suddenly became very serious and said:

“Dear Baron, the next time I go to town, I will take you along with me to see the wife I have selected for you.”

“A wife?”

“Of course, dear Baron, you should get married. Your household needs a woman. I only hope that you will not forget me entirely.”

“But how could I think about a wife, as long as I have my dearest Glossen?”

“I believe, dear Baron, that you should know by now that I am a very realistic woman. Even if I were free to marry you, I would be very reluctant to give up your embraces. You need a young wife and I would be too old for you. You are the new branch on an old tree and it is your duty to give it new life again. I promise you that your firstborn daughter will become my heiress and since I am involved in getting you married, I will extract one more promise from you and that is that you will be a very good husband, and in case of… that I would rather phrase as a question. What would you do if you discovered that your wife was attracted to a nice and charming young man? Or even, if fate would bring her into the embraces of one?”

“What questions, beautiful Glossen! Is it possible to give a firm answer? I believe it depends upon the impressions which the particular situation would make upon me. And how little could I say with any authority upon the subject unless I would find myself in the situation you just mentioned.”

(Shaking her head): “That's what I call looking for a loophole. There is one thing I would like to mention, my dearest Baron, and that is that I want a more firm answer. One question: Do you believe that we always have our emotions in check?”

“As long as we can avoid feeding them in such a way that they only enlarge.”

“But could we diminish the strength of an impression?”

“That depends on the case.”

“No, my dear Baron, that depends on the impression. Tell me, have you never met a female who made such an impression upon you that you were absolutely unable to get her out of your thoughts?”

“Dear Glossen, I don't know why we are wasting our time with these word games when we could use it perfectly well by making love.”

And I closed her in my arms, one hand seeking her temple of love.

“I want to see you happy, dear Baron, and I want to know for sure whether you believe that a marriage is ended if you find out that your better half has been embraced by another man. And I want a definite answer before I allow you to do what my love for you demands me to grant you. If you are married, can you resist all further temptations?”

“How could I possible say that?”

“In that case you would have to grant your wife the same privileges. Would you give her that freedom? If she ever were to meet a man in whose arms she would want to give herself?”

“Yes, as long as she would handle that affair discreetly.”

“She would, as long as she knows she has that freedom. Leave everything up to me. I will be her companion and her teacher. If it is agreeable with you, we can leave for the city in about a week.”

“Fine, we'll depart in a week.”

The day after we arrived in town I saw Julia at Frau von Glossen's, a young, flowering girl of sixteen.

Her beautiful Roman nose, her well-formed coral lips, the pretty dimples in her cheeks and chin, the full snow-white bosom, the pretty little hands, the soft fingers and beautiful pink and white nails… everything about her excited my temperament.

“How do you like her?” asked Glossen when Julia had left.

“She is an angel.”

“How indiscreet of you to tell me to my face.”

“I am afraid, dearest Glossen, those impressions are beyond my willpower to control.”

“And will you think the same about her in the future, when she is your wife? You must have noticed that her eyes are bold and daring.”

“When will I see her again, Glossen? I hope very soon.”

“See? Now it is only 'Glossen.' Soon I will be entirely forgotten.”

“Oh, no… never!”

“Now listen. Our present fashion hides many a bodily fault and the ardor of the husband turns cold the moment he sees his wife nude. Tomorrow night Julia is going to stay with me, and I think that you should see her without her clothes on.”

I embraced my dear Glossen, heaped kisses upon her beautiful lips, became passionate, laid her down upon the sofa, and with incredible delight we drank from the cup of passion, emptying it to the very bottom.

I could barely wait for the next night. From my hiding place I heard every word the ladies said, saw every move they made and watched every expression of their faces.

Julia liked me very much indeed. What incredible joy for me!

After dinner, von Glossen caressed Julia in many ways, bringing blushes to the girl's face, and making her very passionate.

“Shall we go to bed, dearest Julia?”

“This early?”

“We can talk there, too. But I like to hold you in my arms and I want to see you without all those clothes on.”

“Dearest lady…”

“Hush, dear Julia, I am a woman. I realize that it is quite different to be embraced by a handsome man, to find passion in his arms and solace in his embrace, but I assure you that being embraced by a beautiful woman is not without its rewards and allows for many pleasant sensations. Come, dear girl, take off your clothes.”

Amidst small talk and voluptuous jokes, Julia took off her clothes, aided by von Glossen.

The white of her body shone like precious marble. She is of average height, but her limbs are fashioned in perfect proportion, her hips are beautifully rounded and her thighs full and desirable. In short, she is the ideal model for a Greek goddess.