Gustav Schlling: Memoirs of a Baron

“If the Baron were here he would be delighted with what he saw.”

“But I would never undress myself in front of him; how could you think that, dearest friend?”

“I believe that you are not unattracted to the idea of becoming his wife.”

“Of course I am not, but I firmly believe, dearest Glossen, that one should not unveil everything at once before a man's eyes.”

“You could be right at that, if it were not for the fact that we ourselves get so much pleasure out of doing it! Come here, dear Julia, sit on my lap.”

She embraced her, kissed her, spread her thighs slightly apart so that I could see, from my hide-out, the precious temple of her love.

“My dearest Glossen, you are taking liberties!”

“How beautiful and flowering did the goddess of love plant your passion garden.”

“I will have to punish these bold fingers!”

“Really Julia, the entrance to your temple of passion has not been used; poor Baron, if you don't know what to do, he will have trouble conquering you.”

“Shall we lie down, dearest Glossen?”

“You are becoming passionate, little girl. Oh, if only the Baron were here. You would be able to enjoy love's greatest delight right here in my presence.”

“I would die of shame!”

“You would die of voluptuous delights in his arms. And what would you think, Julia, if he were here already and if he had heard and seen everything we have done together?”

“Terrible!”

“Dearest little one, don't be so terrified. My love for you and for the Baron has made me play this little trick on you. He is not out of town on pressing business; he is right here. You can come out now, Baron!”

Julia cried out and jumped into the bed, covering herself with the blanket.

“Undress, dear Baron, I will make it up with Julia. Julia dear, is it all right with you that I, too, take off my clothes and join you in the bed so that I can witness and possibly participate in the pleasures you are about to enjoy?”

Julia remained silent.

It did not take me long to take off my clothes. Julia complained about treason, cuddled up to von Glossen, and did not want to have anything to do with me.

“It is fine with me, Julia; if you do not want the Baron, then I will take him in my arms, but I assure you that by doing so I would rob you of the greatest pleasures and the highest ecstasy.”

Glossen took me in her arms, kissed me as voluptuously as she could though I must admit that I had only eyes for Julia and lusted after her pretty little temple.

“I do not wish to be unjust,” she said, helping me to get on top of Julia. I took the blushing girl in my arms and covered her face with passionate kisses.

The girl's bosom heaved and her breath was labored; she glowed and involuntary sighs escaped from her coral lips. I touched her little passion pit and she jumped up. A shiver went through her body when she felt me at the entrance to her temple.

Glossen pulled Julia's thighs apart and I climbed upon the throne of love.

The entrance to her passion pit was narrow, but it was built very comfortably, because the moment von Glossen had pulled Julia's legs slightly apart, my staff stood right at the entrance of the glorious grotto.

I put my hands under Julia's full behind and tried a deep lunge. She cried out loudly and after my third try she wanted to escape, taking no heed of my passionate pleas and of von Glossen's reassuring talk. But I kept her in a tight embrace. Her struggling and the soreness of my prick only served to double my desire; I took one very deep lunge, exploding the barrier between us and poured the nectar of my love upon the altar of passion. Julia had fainted.

“A beautiful sacrifice to love!” said von Glossen. “Oh, dear Baron, the sight of it has set my insides on fire.”

She guided my hand into her passion grotto and truly I found the evidence. I kissed her and, since my prick was again in a state of readiness, I was more than willing to give her the relief she craved.

“No,” she said, “don't; it belongs to Julia now.”

We lifted the covers and gazed upon the temple of her love. The pretty lips of her passion pit still quivered and we noticed the traces of blood from the ruptured virginal garland.

Julia opened her eyes, sighed and covered her beautiful eyes with a pretty little hand.

“How do you feel, heavenly Julia?”

“How do I know? I thought I was dead.”

Glossen: “But you're still alive. Did I disappoint you, Julia?”

“I don't even know where I am.”

Glossen: “Dear Baron, don't hesitate to make Julia happy. She will now be very capable of enjoying the delicious pleasure of love and passion. Don't be shy, Julia, embrace your lover and return his kisses and caresses; don't you ever become afraid to show him how happy his embraces make you.”

My staff had barely entered the temple of passion when the tremors of her body and the soft groans and cries betrayed the sweet sensations Julia experienced.

“Ooh, please stop, oh please, it's too much!”

Her eyes filled with tears, her legs spasmed, her throat gurgled voluptuously and suddenly her wellspring of passion flowed over. I put my hands under her behind, played with my fingers between the cleavage of her buttocks.

“Are you happy now, sweet Julia?”

“Oh, yes… very!”

I brought my second sacrifice and she pressed me firmly against her bosom. She cooed like a little dove. As soon as she had recuperated, von Glossen asked her:

“Well, Julia, don't you owe me some form of thanks?”

“Oh, yes… oh, yes!”

“But what if I asked you to lend me your Baron? Feel my breasts, they are devoured by the fires of passion. Would you allow me to be embraced by him right here at your side? I want you to be very honest, Julia. Yes or no?”

“Yes.”

Glossen pulled me on top of her, threw off the blankets, threw one leg across my back and stemmed herself with the other. She moved under me so quickly and so violently, her passion pit bubbled over.

“Oooh… dear… Baron… quick… qui…”

The words died upon her lips.

I tried everything to give her the greatest pleasure and I was lucky enough to cause her fountain to flow a second time the moment I emptied my sacrifice into her grotto.

The god of sleep took me under his wings and the next morning I woke up, my face buried between Julia's delicious globes.

A few weeks later I took Julia as my bride to Blassenheim and until today I have spent nothing but pleasant and delicious days with her. I am still a very happy husband and my Julia has earned herself many a compliment with her free and natural behavior. She has never been secretive to me about her feelings. A young count and a young lord made a terrific impression upon her and I was the first to advise her not to ruin her life by harboring a few unsatisfied desires.

Farewell, my dear, young, passionate reader. I hope that I have been able to give you a lesson. Temperance will guide you into a meadow with beautiful flowers, and you can pluck as many of them and as many different ones as your heart desires. But beware that you do not get sidetracked into the moors, the heather or the wasteland with its many thorns, thistles and nettles. It is very easy to do.

Life is but a fleeting dream and we can make it as pleasant as we want to. The wine of love is sweet, nourishing and can make us happy and lightheaded; too much of it will only make us drunk and the dream of life would turn into an ugly ending.