Anonymous - Confessions of an Author

“Away from here. Completely! I will rent you a place. Do you want to?”

The girl put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me with disbelief. “Don't do that. You shouldn't joke like that.”

It was difficult to convince her that I was serious. She owed the landlady more than one hundred in back rent. So who cared? I had to pay another hundred to free the girl from any future obligations since she had not given any proper notice. I gladly would have given more. Oh, if I could only have the girl with me in a decent hotel room.

It was a joy to watch the excitement that had come over the girl when she realized the sudden change of her fortune. “Do you really like me that much?” she kept asking me. She went through her clothes and asked me what I wanted her to wear. “Something very simple,” I told her. Soon she was dressed, and she looked beautiful. I embraced and kissed her.

Then I took her to the closest cabstand and gave the driver the name of the hotel where I wanted to go.

The girl said fearfully, “That one? They'll never allow me to enter there.”

I quieted her fears, “When you are with me, that I'd like to see.”

I took the most expensive suite. After the dungeons in which I had, spent half the night, I needed some luxury and comfort. The girl held on to me and stared around in surprise when she saw the beautifully appointed rooms. “Ooh, it's just like a dream, I must be a princess in a fairy tale.”

I kissed her again and ordered some choice supper for two and a bottle of champagne. The girl was utterly charming and what surprised me most, her manners and social grace were impeccable.

I did not hear one single rude word, and not a single move betrayed the girl's profession. And most remarkably, when I started to undress her “she blushed. I carried her to the bed and, after I had divested myself of my clothes, crawled in next to her, nestled my head into her lap and fell asleep.

I did not awake till morning and she told me that she had been terribly worried about disturbing my sleep. She had carefully drawn a blanket over me and had not dared to stir or fall asleep, but she added hastily that she had never been so happy in all her life. I took her in my arms and covered her face with kisses, then her entire body, and when I laid myself on top of her to take possession of her, she said, “You know what? I wish that I had been a decent girl so that I could give you everything I have.”

Then she embraced me and kissed me passionately and then…. I could have cried out joyfully, the old desire started to stir within me, and excitement took hold of me as if it was never going to stop again. After I had spent twice, without leaving the girl at all, she took my face between her hands and said, with shining eyes, “You are very strong!” And when I still did not want to get off her, she admonished me softly, “But you have to rest up a little bit, you know, we can do some more of it later on, but for now it has been more than enough, even for me.”

She gave me an almost motherly kiss and put her right arm under my neck, telling me to lie still. Her left hand sneaked downward toward my member and caressed it softly. “It's really ready for a next one!” she exclaimed in surprise. “Let me see that, can I?” She sat up in the bed and lifted the blanket. “Oh, how sweet!” she exclaimed. Thereupon she swung her right leg over my body, straddled me and guided my member deep in her insides.

She stretched voluptuously and the sight of that gorgeous woman topping me was so exciting that I tried to sit up and kiss her body. We spent the entire day in bed.

We ate the leftovers from the previous night. Every time we woke up we'd start kissing, wind up fucking and fall asleep again. There was not a single little spot left on the girl's body I had not kissed. And her beautifully formed behind worked wonders. It excited me just looking at it and I loved to sink my teeth into the elastic white flesh of those gorgeous buttocks.

Late in the afternoon she said, “Boy, now we have to get up, and you should get some fresh air, otherwise you'll wind up with a headache.” She was so nice and charming and pretty that I could not stop covering her with kisses. But this time she did not give in and finally she succeeded in getting me dressed. We went together to the Roman Baths and I would have loved to take my bath together with her. But she told me that for today we had had enough. She was afraid I might strain myself again. She was very adamant and did not want to take a bath together. “We could draw a big fine for that.” After the Baths we went back to the hotel for dinner.”

From there we went to the theater. On our way I bought her an evening gown and cape. She was very happy with that. After the opera we sat in a charming separee and by three o'clock in the morning we were back in bed, nude and in a hot embrace, confessing our love for each other.

A period of happiness began for me. This girl, whom I had found in a house of ill repute, was more decent than any of the fine ladies of good society with whom I had had affairs.

I rented a home for her. A love-nest in which she ruled as a queen. Our nights and days of love were not wild, yet very intense. Secretly I was surprised that this girl had no idea of the existence of the slightly perverted sex which I had encountered among the women and girls of the so-called better classes. I did not introduce her to these things.

One day, when I walked across Stephen's Square, I met one of my girl friends from Salzburg. She had seen me first and talked to me. And that afternoon I visited her in her stately mansion.

After the affair both girls had left Salzburg, their father had passed on not long afterwards and they decided to settle in Vienna. It would have been possible for them to lead a simple and quiet life on their inheritance, but the idea did not appeal to them. Then they had the splendid idea of opening an exclusive boarding home. It also gave them an opportunity to fulfill their heart's desire. A home for young gentlemen of fine families. Three or four at an exorbitant rate because these young gentlemen needed, except for their school education, everything at home: French and English conversation, piano and other music and many pleasures which young people otherwise would seek outside the home. They were lucky. Soon they had four young men between seventeen and twenty years of age, each one of them exceptionally good-looking. I am sure that the sisters exercised a very strict selective choosing.

When I walked into their home they flung themselves around my neck as if I had never been away, they behaved really as if we had seen each other the previous day. I had to tell them everything and they showed genuine concern about my fate. When I wanted to leave they insisted that I stay a little while longer. They wanted me to witness the life they were leading now. I did put in some resistance by not allowing any of the young men to see me. They laughed at me but finally they showed me a little room where I could be alone and watch through the keyhole. They thought I would come out of the room voluntarily once I had seen and witnessed the goings-on. They left me alone.

Somewhat later I heard voices, young, lusty, laughing voices. The sisters were alone in the other room, but I looked through the keyhole anyway to see what made them laugh.

I saw the girls talking to an older woman, obviously the cook. I also saw that the old woman, without any shame, was fingering Elly's lower belly, at the same time exposing Lotte's behind by lifting her skirt. She kissed Lotte's buttocks. Then she left and the girls set the table for coffee and cake. In came the four young gentlemen; they kissed the sisters' hands, all wore similar flannel suits, they waited till Lotte and Elly were seated and then took their own places. Everything went perfectly.