Anonymous: Aphrodizzia

My dearest Jack, I shall treasure your last letter more than any other you have sent me. What promise! What pleasures lie in store for us during the summer months! I feel almost like Thackeray who thought that a plum bun was so delicious that its anticipation was more exquisite than its consumption. But you, my dear, have promised a pair of plum buns-so delightful individually and so exciting in contrast. Ah, yet wait till you see how I repay you.

By this time on Friday you will have four delightful pupils under your roof, thanks to my influence. All are between the ages of fifteen and eighteen. You will recognise them from the enclosed photographs as Katharine, Claudia, Elke, and Helena. Indeed, if my further plans are successful, you may also have an opportunity to introduce the intricacies of the English tongue to such olive-skinned belles of Italy as Daniela and Valeria-not to mention Agnetha, Milena, and certain other blonde beauties. But now to our present drama. I write this letter a little after midnight when the villa is quiet and the girls sleeping. Julia and Natasha arrived this evening in the care of a dour-looking duenna who departs again tomorrow morning. Then I shall have the two new pupils to myself! Yet I have not been idle while awaiting them. Indeed, they will soon make the acquaintance of two young women whom I may almost regard as my slaves. If the Isle of Lesbos had boasted a seraglio, Sonja and Petra would surely have been among its treasures! They are not yet wholly mine but I propose to take possession of them completely in a little while. If you would understand the fate I nave in mind for our two pupils, I must begin by revealing to you something of Sonja and Petra. Were you to enter a certain photographer's establishment in a shopping boulevard of this city, you would find these two young goddesses waiting to attend you. Sonja is the elder, at twenty-two years old.

She has some experience of sharing a husband's or a lover's bed-we do not inquire closely into the couple's marital status. What more charming sight than to see Sonja walking on a summer evening near the Savigny-Platz? She has a lithe suntanned body, seen to advantage in her light pink blouse, brief turquoise skirt and white ankle-boots.

There is a gamine quality in her trimly muscled calves, as much as in the crop of her medium brown curls, her roundish sun-warmed face and blue eyes. You may be sure that as she walks along the Kant-Strasse or the Kurfursten-Damm in her easy strides, many a camera takes Sonja's picture-bare legs and cheeky manner-for a private collection. If Sonja is the dominant girl of the pair, Petra may seem to be the submissive one. Yet you would not think so by her off-hand and dismissive manner towards many of the male customers! She too is undoubtedly a charming contrast-as Natasha proves to be to Julia.

Petra is a slim lithe girl, eighteen years old, with flaxen hair fringed on her forehead and sometimes worn loose to her shoulders, sometimes tied in an untidy tail. Her face has a fine fair skin with the bloom of health on her cheeks, while her expression combines innocence with a certain surliness of manner. Her features are perhaps more crudely prominent than Sonja's pertness, which is sometimes the way with the daughters of the German proletariat. Both girls give an impression of lissom energy, their firm trim-made legs moving with bare suntanned grace below the hems of their little summer skirts. I promise you, Jack, many a gentleman who chances to peep into that shop sighs wistfully at the thought of having Sonja and Petra under his absolute command. What bedroom scenes fill his thoughts-and to what little purpose! The truth is that Sonja and Petra yearn for each other's bodies more strongly than for Apollo himself. Yet two such charming young lesbians are always in peril in a city like this.

Sonja, indeed, had a regular ration of penis between her legs when she was a few years younger. Though she wears no wedding-ring, perhaps she was even obliged to submit her cunt and arse to the demands of the marriage-bed. Imagine the eagerness with which these two girls accepted my offer of protection here at the villa! They put themselves entirely in my charge and I am a frequent spectator of their billing and cooing. Neither of them dreamt of such luxury and sensual indulgence. A day hence and the photographer will see them no more.

Knowing me as you do, Jack, you will guess that my intentions towards Sonja and Petra are not entirely honourable! The Villa Anna will soon be their sumptuous prison where they lie bound by the soft threads of amorous desire. If a certain type of man-a person of wealth and firmness-should take a fancy to the pair, I will have Sonja and Petra broken to his demands without further ado. While Petra's flaxen hair threshes like wheat in a storm, her knees shall be held apart for her initiation. Then she shall be turned over, a smack on the slim curve of Petra's bottom to make her relax its cheeks for a proper admiration of what lies between them. Such dramas are in the future. Perhaps they will never be enacted, though I should feel a natural disappointment in that case. At present my plan is more direct and simple. Though I must not let my own part in the affair be seen too soon, it is my intention that the two young German women shall lure your pair of pert little girls into the most heavily perfumed flower-paths which the gardens of depravity have to offer! I propose that by the end of the summer, our elfin blonde, Natasha, shall experience pleasures so perverse that the mention of them would bring a blush even to the cheek of a young wife fresh from her weeks of honeymoon passion! With this in mind, I determined to put Sonja and Petra themselves to the test on the night preceding the arrival of the two English girls. It was a beautiful summer evening, the late sunlight still lingering in a warm dusty glow over the gardens of the villa where they run to the lake shore. The ornamental urns and the birch trees cast their distended shadows on the gold radiance, though it was almost ten o'clock. The two young women share a bedroom-and a spacious bed-luxuriously appointed. Its balcony, in the Italian manner, overlooks the placid waters with a view to the trees and the Crown Prince's castle on the far side of the lake. They are well-used to my presence in the room as they prepare for bed. Indeed, they accept that the playing of certain amorous games is part of the gratitude they are to show me for their safety and comfort here.

We went up together to the bedroom with its walls panelled in pink silk, the damask cover of the wide bed, the mirrors which conveniently reflected that arena of pleasure, and the eight bright bulbs of the electrolier which illuminated its languors. Dinner had ended an hour before, the servants having cleared away and gone to bed in their own part of the building. The two girls were dressed informally, as they had been when they left work for the last time.

Sonja matched her brown tan and cropped dark curls with the pink blouse, the little white ankle-boots, and the short turquoise skirt which left bare the brown, agile form of her calves. Petra was more simply attired in her white blouse and a plain short skirt of blue denim. Picture me, then, as ring-mistress with these two charming performers in the ring. The long curtains were drawn across to hide our enjoyments from prying eyes. Then each girl undid her skirt and blouse, removing both garments and hanging them neatly in their places. They stood before me, each clad in nothing but a skimpy white breast-halter and matching briefs of white cotton web, stretched tight over hips, loins and seat. “I must put you to bed, my pets,” I said, taking no care to conceal my amusement in this game. “Lie on the bed dressed just as you are. Sonja, lie with your head towards this end and Petra, my child, lie with your head towards the other. You shall sleep head-to-tail tonight-if you find any leisure to sleep at all!” They obeyed without any real sign of reluctance. Sonja put her knee on the bed and climbed over to her side. She settled the shock of her dark curls at the centre and stretched out her bare limbs which are brown as a gypsy's after so much sun. Petra followed more bashfully, first putting her hands behind her head and forming a collar-length pony-tail of her lank flaxen hair which she secured with an ordinary rubber band. Eighteen-year-old Petra arranged herself so that she lay facing Sonja, head-to-tail. The posture kept each girl's face level with her friend's hips. To complete this charming ensemble I enforced a degree of amorous bondage upon them, Round each girl's waist is a light gold chain, its ends welded so that it cannot be removed. About each pretty neck I now clipped a broad leather collar from which ran another twelve inches or so of chain.