Anonymous - Pauline

There wasn't the slightest doubt that I would take this offer, but there were a number of reasons which hurried my signing. First, I was about to lose Paul. Second, I had already been touched by another beside Paul (nor were these two the only ones). The third was for the reason that a splendid-looking young fellow accompanied my new producer, and I found myself falling desperately in love. His name was Arpid, and that night as Paul and I lay clasped in each other's arms, I fancied it was Arpid who held me. Indeed, I even called out the name Arpid when at the height of my passion, so great was my desire for this young man. But Paul was nice about it. He told me to go and enjoy myself; that I was free, and though he would never forget me, I should now take another.

I might mention that I never saw Paul again.

I have often wondered at the strangeness of my own nature. For two years I lived with a man, the same man who had the pleasure of taking my maidenhead and initiating me into the mysteries of sex, and yet at the expiration of those two years I hadn't the slightest regrets at leaving Paul.

Some people will say that a woman cannot have two loves and have the second be as passionate as the first. That, my friend, is not true. And my case, too, was different than most women. There wasn't a spot on my body, from the tips of toes to the end of the longest hair on my head, that hadn't at some time during our two years been inundated by his prolific spend, nor was there a single method known to man that Paul hadn't tried upon my body. You may dispute that, but I can safely say that it is true.

And what is stranger still, perhaps, is the fact that I wanted it that way. Paul's moods were strange, as were mine. I had known him to literally tear the most costly garments from me and ravish me in the most unheard-of manner; he had taken me in my dressing room, just before I was about to make my entrance upon the stage. I believe this lent strength to my voice, for standing there, feeling his prolific sperm trickle down my thighs from the overdose he had so recently given me, I sang as I never had before.

I had had him in a railway carriage; in a coach; I recall how once we were riding through the park, and how I made him fuck me almost under the eyes of the driver who sat on a seat above us. Oh, I could tell you of a hundred crazy things we had done, and yet, the day I left Paul, I had not the least feeling of regret.

With Gene it was the same thing; a kiss and a well-filled purse was all that passed between us as I left her, though tears showed on her lashes. I was told later that Paul took her with him, but of this, I knew nothing-nor did I care. My mind was on but one thing, and that was my darling Arpid!

I thought the trip from Frankfurt to Pest would never end. Imagine fifty hours on a train alone and burning with desire for a man I knew little or nothing about!

I arrived in Pest about the middle of the afternoon, as I recall it, and never shall I forget the welcome that awaited me. It seemed the entire populace had turned out to greet me. Many of these people were strangers to me and many I already knew. Among others, of course, was my manager and Arpid.

As soon as possible, I shook off the others, and entering my manager's carriage, was driven off. He had arranged for me to occupy an entire suite in the city's best hotel, and we were driven directly there. A hurried tour of the place convinced me that my desires had been carried out to the letter. My suite consisted of twelve rooms and a bath. This bath was the nearest approach to the Roman ideal that it was possible to produce. The plunge itself was entirely surrounded by mirrors; even the floor was one vast mirror-including the bottom of the plunge.

The rest of the apartment consisted of three or four bedrooms, lounging rooms, and dressing rooms. My inspection over, I suggested dinner, and here again fate seemed to guide my future.

My manager, delightful old soul that he was, found it impossible to remain, even for the time necessary to dine with me. I made out as though I was dreadfully disappointed, but I wasn't; in my heart, I was overjoyed at the prospect of being alone with Arpid!

If I had thought him handsome when I first laid eyes upon him, he was a thousand times more so now, and when I found that I was to have him all to myself, my joy knew no bounds-for weeks and weeks I had thought of nothing else but him, and now that I had him, I was more determined than ever to possess his handsome body.

I might add here that Arpid was far better looking than Paul-at least I thought so-was far younger, and obviously from a better family. Indeed, his every action cried “culture."

In spite of the fact that he was Hungarian, he spoke German fluently.

He had spent all his life in schools and colleges. Indeed, he had just finished his final educational period, and at the time I met him was touring Europe and had stopped off to visit his uncle, my manager.

Dinner was an event long to be remembered. Besides the wonderful food, we consumed large quantities of wine, and though I flirted outrageously with this handsome boy, it was plain that I had a novice to contend with. During the entire dinner, my bell was kept ringing by friends and acquaintances who demanded to be received, but to all I turned a deaf ear, pleading a severe headache and making appointments for the future.

Mad with a lust that was rapidly consuming me, I began my attack on Arpid. Begging to be excused for a moment, I dashed to my room. Here I quickly stripped off my clothing and donned a tiny, transparent undervest and a pair of the briefest possible drawers, both garments of the finest linen. Over this I wore a transparent dressing gown, its only fastening being a tiny ribbon about my middle. Thrusting my bare feet into low bedroom slippers, I hurried back to Arpid! I saw him give a start as I swept back into the room, my gown flowing behind me, showing both my thighs naked to the very tops, and my breasts jutting bare out of the top of the undervest!

During the half hour that followed, I was anything but selfish with the exposure of my charms! I was getting desperate! Taking advantage of a moment when I happened to be out of my intended's line of vision, I deliberately drew out the tie cord of my gown, allowing it to flow open about me! Catching sight of myself in a mirror, I thrilled at the image, for I may as well have been stark naked, so revealing were the tiny undergarments! My gown, almost falling from my shoulders, had the desired effect; his cock, almost as large as that of a young stallion, lay along his thigh beneath his trouser leg, and the thought of possessing it-having it driven into my burning cunt-was fast driving me wild! But still he made no effort to take me.

For more than an hour I had been seeking a means to make him stay all night with me, and then, as though in answer to my prayers, a most violent thunderstorm broke through the heavens.

Here was a chance I couldn't possibly let slip by! Since Arpid was too timid to declare his love for me, then I must declare mine to him!

"Oh, Arpid,” I cried, springing into his arms and pressing myself against him, “I am so afraid! The storm frightens me! Please promise me you won't leave me alone tonight!"

"But, but-” he went on, evidently frightened half out of his wits at the thought of having to stay the night in a lady's apartment.

"Please, Arpid, my darling,” I continued, cuddling against him like an affectionate kitten, “I know what you're going to say! You're wondering what my friends will say when they find I have had a man in my rooms for a whole night! But I don't care! I'm frightened! I can't let you go! See!” I said, pointing to an open door. That shall be your room, dear! It's right next to mine, so that if I get too frightened, I may call you! Please, dear!"