Anonymous - Pauline

Like most men, he fell for the ruse at once. A beautiful lady of refinement and culture wanting him to diddle her was a little too much for his sensitive nature. A day or two later he received another letter. This one informed him that the lady would be at the Cupid's Nest on a certain evening, and if he would promise to meet her there, abide by the rules of the place and never seek to find out her identity, and was willing to satisfy her constant longing, he should meet her there.

Everything worked out as she desired it. She engaged the room, and he had the good fortune of being conducted into the lady's room where he made short shift of pleasing and gladdening her heart.

Thinking, of course, that he was with some social butterfly whose only thought was to be royally and properly fucked, the good man did a wonderful job, such a thing as douches being the least of his thoughts. The result of that single meeting was a beautiful baby boy.

Shall I tell you of still another and far more thrilling case? Yes? Then listen to this, for it's but another example of the possibilities in this wonder-house, though you'll admit it the strangest case you have ever heard of. Indeed, I couldn't think of a better illustration than this one.

Shortly before my advent in Pest, there lived a very beautiful young woman. Nearby lived a distant cousin with whom she shared a special friendship. He was some six or seven years her senior, and like his cousin, unusually handsome-tall with wavy black hair and broad shoulders. He was greatly sought after by the ladies. Indeed, he sought the ladies, too.

The girl was quite in love with her handsome cousin, but she dared not tell him of this. Finally, the thing became an obsession. She could think of nothing else save her handsome brother. Now it happens that this girl had never tasted the joys of a male member. No man had ever touched her, nor had she ever been pricked with the desire for a man, and now, for the first time in her young life, she felt the call of the flesh. She couldn't, of course, divulge her secret to even her most trusted friend; she had to suffer alone.

A month passed. During that time she read all the books she could find on the subject of love, and since the book shops sold lewd items almost openly, she had little trouble getting several of the better-known works. Since these books pictured the various ways in which men and women enjoyed the carnal acts, her education grew. And with her education grew her passion.

Desperate now, she began throwing herself in her brother's way. Becoming more and more brazen, she began appearing before him wearing less and less clothing, though she never let on that she knew her brother saw her. But nothing happened. If he became smitten with her freely exposed charms, it only increased his desire for other women.

She tried every conceivable trick she could conjure, but she couldn't entice her handsome cause to her arms. She knew he went out with girls, and this annoyed her. She followed him, but this did little good. She persisted, however, and finally she happened to follow him one night when he went to the Cupid's Nest. Eva was no fool. She knew something about the place-as did most sporting women-and after a little inquiry here and there, she got the whole story.

Her happiness knew no end! Without another thought, she rented a room.

But, as will sometimes be the case, she spent several nights there before she saw her handsome cousin, and then her thoughts quite carried her away. Without delay, she sent word and hastened to the designated room. Having been to the place several times, he knew just exactly what to do-and he did it.

With wildly beating heart, she lay there listening to him undress, thrilling anew with the fall of each garment. And you may be sure the happy fellow lost no time in gliding into bed with the wildly passionate girl where, after exchanging kisses of every kind, he gave her proof of his manhood again and again.

He must have found her tender little cunt most pleasing, for it was hours before he had enough of it. Just before he left, she pressed a prepared note into his hand. It said that she would expect him the following night and that he must not fail her, since she had fallen desperately in love with him. He kissed her in response to her command.

No longer a maiden, a smile on her beautiful face, she settled down to rest and dream of another night with her handsome cousin!

The next night she watched him dress and noted the great care he took that he might be at his best with his new love-little dreaming that his new love was his own cousin.

What mattered if she committed sinful acts? Did she not love him? And hadn't he whispered in her shell-like ear that he loved her, even though he didn't know who she was?

Her carriage was waiting when she slipped from her home, and she was quickly driven to where the Cupid's Nest was located. Without delay, she slipped into her rented room. Her handsome cousin had not yet arrived, but she hadn't long to wait. Pressing the note into a servant's hand, she watched him deliver it, thrilled to her pretty toes when she saw her brother's face light with inward pleasure at reading it!

She slipped into her room. Naked from top to toe, her well-developed breasts heaving with inward delight, her cunt throbbing with longing for the feel of his lovely rammer, she threw herself upon the bed and waited!

The previous night she had been a novice. It being the first time she had ever been with a man, she was the least bit timid. But tonight! Tonight she would be different! Tonight she would return some of those thrilling kisses he had bestowed upon her! Tonight she would banquet on the spermatic sweets she had so often read about! She would abandon herself like those girls she had read of in the naughty books; she would drink pleasure to the full!

For a full month, these two lovers occupied the same room, and eventually she became pregnant by him. But she was clever. One night she saw him with another handsome young man, and knowing the man was of splendid family, she passed up her cousin and invited this other man to her arms. Then, by what I thought was a very clever ruse, she managed to acquaint this man with her identity, and the fellow, thinking he had been the only one, married her-and they lived happily ever after.

There is little to tell of the month that followed my entrance into the famous Cupid's Nest. For almost the entire month, I fully enjoyed myself there. Nights when I did not care to go, I gave my key to one of the girls though they were in no great need of men. They knew everybody in Pest and men were the easiest things in the world for them to get.

The novelty soon wore off, and we were again looking for new experiences. The girls brought me to a fancy-dress party. This one was different though, in that we had to wear masks the whole evening and not disclose our identity to anyone. There were also not to be any romantic interludes or quick passionate meetings. The whole affair took on a rather highbrow feel to it, which I, at first, found uncomfortable. I had become accustomed to the lewd, open, unabashed life-style I'd been leading. Every man was dressed in evening attire-complete with intricate neckwear. The women dazzled in beautiful, but very modest, gowns. No plunging necklines in this group! I would have been vastly underdressed for the occasion had not Anna and Nina, knowing my wardrobe, brought an appropriate outfit. There was a very talented group of musicians playing rather subdued music, low enough to allow for conversation, yet also appropriate for dancing. People mingled freely and carried on conversations with ease. But never did the guests reveal their identities; introductions were skipped altogether. I stood talking to groups of people, or dancing politely with some impeccably dressed man, and suddenly it dawned on me what was the attraction to such a gathering. The sexual tension in the air was more intense, indeed more palpable, than at some of the orgies I had attended. I realized that because each of the people in the room knew there was to be no “free love” or lewd displays, they were more sharply focused on sex than they would otherwise be. The rules of behavior had been carefully drawn so as to create an atmosphere of unbridled lust, hidden beneath a veneer of polite society manners.