Anonymous - The altar of VVenus - The Making of a Victorian Rake

" I' d give a year of my life just to put my mouth on her cunt!"

A prolonged silence suddenly impressed itself upon me and brought me back to earth. Guiltily I raised my eyes to hers. Those violet eyes instead of being fixed on the bill in her hands were contemplating me in a speculative, half sardonic manner.

Guessing that she was conscious to some extent of my emotion, the blood rushed to my face.

" What are you thinking about, Gilbert?" she asked dryly, while the ghost of a smile hovered about her lips.

" Beauty!" I stammered in reply.

She looked at me, apparently surprised at the ingeniousness of my answer and then suddenly broke into peals of silvery laughter. Relieved but still greatly embarrassed, I sat in silence, hardly daring to meet her gaze. When the laughter subsided she laid the bill down and murmured in a low, insinuating voice:

" Gilbert, what would you do for me?"

" Anything!" I answered fervently and without hesitation this time.

" Anything!"

" Anything?" and the word was repeated with a slow, deliberate insistence which I comprehended held some special significance.

I looked at her intently in an effort to divine her meaning, but though there was a smile on her lips the violet eyes were inscrutable.

" Anything!" I repeated, putting all the emphasis I could into the all- embracing word.

There was an interval of silence, unbroken except for the tapping of the pencil she still held between her fingers against the edge of the table. Her gaze now turned to from me, and through half close eyes she seemed to be looking off into space lost in introspection. She had not changed her position, and though she must now have been aware that intimate portions of her body were visible to me she made no effort to conceal them from my view.

There was no longer any doubt in my mind that this situation was replete with glorious possibilities and though I hardly dared venture a guess as to what might be in store my heart was pounding with anticipation.

Her eyes, which for some moments had been fixed unseeingly on the curtained window, were again turned toward me. From her lips fell the softly spoken request:

" Sit down by me here, Gilbert."

And she motioned toward the rug at her feet.

I needed no second invitation, and rising from my chair I accommodated myself on the soft rug. The bit of snow flesh above the top of her stocking was now so close to my eyes that the faint, blue tint of tiny vein which traversed the rounded curve of that immaculate limb was perceptible.

She extended her hand, and I felt her finger- tips running through my hair, caressing my forehead, and temples. The intoxication of her nearness, the subtle perfume which emanated from her body, the exquisite intimacy, all contributed to embolden me. Reverently, but without hesitation, I doubled back a portion of the fur trimmed gown, exposing her leg from the knee half way up her thigh, and laid my lips upon cool flesh. It was as smooth in texture as the finest silk.

The play of her hands over my hair and face continued, but otherwise she remained motionless under my caress. On the firm, smooth skin I pressed kiss after kiss. My hand itched to raise the brief fold of garment just a trifle higher but something counseled me to hold myself in check, and let her take the lead.

I heard a sigh fall from her lips. She withdrew her hand from my head and shifted her position. She had been half sitting, half reclining with one leg crossed over the other, and when I had taken my place at her feet I had seated myself close by the side of her legs. But now she lowered the leg which had been crossed above its companion, and at the same time moved her body in my direction so that I was directly in front of her knees, instead of at one side. The dressing robe, already well elevated, was pulled tighter by this movement, and further expanses of alabaster whiteness were revealed.

I looked into her eyes in an effort to read her wishes. She smiled faintly in response, and her fingers engaged themselves in the knot of the silken cord which girdled her waist. It wsa unfastened, and with one sublimely indifferent gesture, without hesitation, without the least semblance of hypocritical prudery she flipped the folds of the garment back, exposing her nude body to me in all its splendor.

Scarcely breathing, my whole being submerged in an ecstasy of delight before this extraordinary spectacle of celestial beauty, my gaze traveled up and down over her naked form from the tips of daintily and exquisitely molded breasts, over the smooth, slim waist and stomach where a softly rounded promontory, covered with the silkiest of little curls and ringlets of curls of gold, heralded the proximity of the temple door.

Many a naked woman have I seen, both before and since, but never have I seen the physical perfection of this woman duplicated. Perhaps after all there is something in aristocratic blood different from that possessed by those of more lowly birth.

Silent, apparently indifferent to my rapture, she passively permitted me to feast my eyes freely upon the spectacle of her nudity.

Now, she moved her limbs again, so that one of her knees was on either side of me. Again she placed her hand on my head with a touch which gently but unequivocally bid me draw myself closer. What I had viewed before, while her knees were still close together, had been sufficient to hold me breathless, but what was now revealed was of a nature to inspire thoughts other than those of mere admiration for physical perfection.

Beneath the mons veneris, with its soft curls and ringlets, there now appeared, frankly and clearly, the coral folds of flesh which constituted womanhood' s supreme treasure. So small and virginal in aspect were the petal- like lips, that it hardly seemed possible they had ever been distened by the intromission of a male organ.

Deliberately, she let her body slide lower in the chair until her thighs were extended well out beyond its edge, the flower of her sex close to my face, her legs widely separated on either side of my body.

I knew not what was expected of me.

The wish I had so fervently voiced to myself, the favor I had vowed to be worth any price, was about to be granted me.

I rested my cheek for a moment against the satiny flesh of one of her thighs. Then, I pressed my lips against her mons veneris. The hair felt as fine and soft to the touch as that of a new- born infant. Then, quickly and expertly, my tongue sought out and penetrated the perfumed valley below. And, an instant later it was playing over her clitoris with all the fervor and agility at its command. A slight sound issued from her lips – something between a gasp and an exclamation – and she shifted her body forward a bit to better accommodate me. Then silence, profound and absolute.

Under the spell of one of the most intense erotic intoxications I had ever experienced, I plied my tongue feverishly, first centralizing its activities upon her clitoris, then, up and down the length of the genital cleft, and even inside the vaginal aperture as far as I could project it.

But a few moments of such energetic stimulation as I was subjecting her to would have had most women squealing and kicking, yet I failed to observe in her any of the customary reactions. I glanced upward toward her face. She was lying with her head thrown back, her eyes were closed and her countenance as calmly composed as though she were sleeping. Not a gesture, not a facial expression, not a sound or movement to suggest that she was under the influence of any emotional stress. Her hands rested quietly on the heavily padded leather arms of the chair, her little, tapering fingers curved lightly around them.

This was something of a new experience for me, but I had received several surprises that day and I did not pause to analyze the apparent anomaly.