Anonymous - Pauline

I made no answer to this, but, by lying perfectly still and allowing her free scope with her hands, I believe I gave her answer enough. Her hand, in the meantime, had completed its exploration about my middle. Withdrawing it, she completed the undressing; that is, she unfastened the top of my trousers and drew off the legs. This done, she again knelt between my widely parted thighs and carefully rolled up my shirt! Naked, now, from the tops of my stockings to well above my waist, I awaited her attack! Then, a moment later, I said, “Isn't it pretty?” at the same time raising my bottom and rotating my hips.

"It's beautiful!” she whispered, and then pressed her half-open mouth to it! With my eyes closed and my head turned to one side, I thrilled beneath her skilled lips and tongue! Any doubt that she loved doing it was swept away a moment later when I bedewed her lips with a liberal dose of my juices, all of which she carefully licked up and eagerly swallowed!

"You naughty girl,” I said a few moments later as I rose from the divan and adjusted my clothes. “I've never had anything half as nice."

"And you will see me again?” she asked eagerly.

Slipping my cape about my shoulders, I said, “The next time, my dear, it will be in that wonderful bed you told me about, and if you are half as nice undressed as you are dressed, I'm sure you'll find me willing in more ways than one!"

I really meant it, my friend; I liked her. She wasn't the type one finds so commonly in such places. She didn't have that masculine look one often sees on tribades, and I fully intended making my way back there again-I was quite sincere about the “bedroom” part of it.

I found my two friends waiting for me when I came to our table.

"Had enough?” asked Nina. “Or is there someone else you'd like to try?"

I had had enough. Besides, the hour was late; it was, in fact, almost daylight when we started back to my residence.

Naturally, we discussed the events of the evening, and our thoughts drifting back to the last place we had visited. Then, since neither girl held back anything, but freely told everything that had happened to them, I said, “I am rather smitten with your friend, the banker's daughter. I would like to see her again sometime."

"If you're wise, you won't,” offered Nina. “Once she finds out who you are, she'll pester you to death."

"As bad as that?” I asked.

"Worse. Why else would a girl make such a joint rendezvous if she wasn't an out-and-out rotter?"

This made me open my eyes. I was glad then that I hadn't been so free as to divulge my identity. Nor did I ever go there again.

We had coffee before retiring and Nina said, “Be a good girl and we'll take you to a place called ‘Cupid's Nest’ some night soon."

"Sounds good,” I answered, “but in the meantime, I'm going to my own little nest, so goodnight to you, my children."

You like my story so far, my friend? Is it the type you desired, and is it naughty enough to tickle your fancy? Write me and let me know.

As you have noted, no doubt, I am mentioning only such events in my life which might prove of interest to you. I could go on and on relating the more trivial ones, but I'm sure they would prove of no interest whatever. Enough to say that for a whole week I devoted my time to my rooms when I wasn't at the theater. There was much to be done. I wanted to devote some time to learning Italian. It was the one tongue which intrigued me and my manager had hinted in no uncertain terms that a contract awaited me, in Milan, where he expected to open another play.

I might mention here, my friend, that I had lost my lover, Arpid. It was as much my fault, perhaps, as his own, but I couldn't take him with me to the spa, and when I returned, I found that his father had found him. Since he was supposed to be touring Europe before entering military college, his father had taken him back home with him.

I hated to lose him, of course, but as there was nothing I could do about it, and as there were any number of handsome men to be had at beck and call, I quickly forgot him. Besides, I had my little Rose, and between times when I took up with an occasional man, her pretty lips and tongue were ever at my disposal. Many was the time I awakened in the morning only to find her still with her face between my thighs, and she always gave me a splendid sucking before I went to my bath. As a matter of fact, she gave me one after as well.

At the end of a week, however, I found myself desiring something more substantial than one tongue tip. Rose was wonderful, and she loved me, but even her skilled efforts failed to appease the hunger which grew and grew within me.

I mentioned this to Anna and Nina. They were, as I have already said, almost constantly with me. They seemed to have forgotten their home completely, and the witty Anna said, “how about a trip out to Bernice's establishment? You promised her a visit, you know, and she'll be wondering what happened to you."

I had, of course, been looking forward to a visit there, but there was something else I had in mind which interested me still more.

I said, “I would fully enjoy calling on her, but there is still another place I would like to see first."

"Yes?” Anna said. “What is it? Perhaps we can help you."

"You can, since it was your delightful self who suggested it,” I said. “I'm anxious to see this ‘Cupid's Nest’ place."

"So,” cooed Nina. “Our little diva's getting a hard-on. Well, I guess it can be arranged. When do you want to go?"

"Any time it's convenient for your delightful self,” I offered. “The sooner the better."

"It can be arranged, of course, but it will take a few days. You understand, of course, what sort of a place it is, do you not?"

"I know nothing whatever about it,” I said. “I guess I've fallen in love with the name of the place. Cupid's Nest,” I repeated over and over.

"You've got one, darling,” laughed Nina. “Isn't it something to put into the nest that you hanker for?"

"You've guessed it, and I'll die if I don't get it damn soon!"

"Then Cupid's Nest it shall be, darling, but keep your pretty legs together a few days, and then you can open them as you please. In the meantime, I'll see about it."

Seeing Rose lingering about as though wishing to hear more about it, and feeling dreadfully naughty at the moment, I said, “Can't I even open them for Rose."

"Good heavens!” cried Nina, making believe she was shocked at the idea. “Is the woman debauched to the extent of making a cunt-lapper of this girl!” This caused considerable mirth, and not a little embarrassment to Rose, but she had long since proven herself a good little sport and enjoyed it as much as any of us. Both girls knew that Rose delighted in gamahuching me, and Rose knew that I was on unusually friendly terms with Anna and Nina, so what harm could there be?

A little later I shall tell you of her loyalty to me and how, at my own suggestion, she allowed herself to be deflowered by a lover I was to meet, and with whom I lived openly.

But I am digressing, my dear; that part of the story will come in its proper place.

To return to the story. In due time, Anna and Nina completed the details necessary before we could enter the sanctum of the Cupid's Nest. What a name! By rights it should have been called “Cupid's Dart” for that was what it really was-a place to receive that very thing.

The place was located on a street occupied, for the most part, by factories. But that did not in the least take away from the splendor one found within its walls.

A brief description of the interior is necessary at this point before one can begin to understand how the place worked. To begin with, it was very exclusive, being frequented by only the elite of the social world, and no woman was ever allowed to enter, save those who became inmates, either temporary or permanent.