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“My poor unhappy friend.” Her hand gently stroked my hair. “I am sorry, very sorry for you; but I can’t help you; with the best intention in the world I know of nothing that would cure you.” “Oh, Wanda, must it be?” I moaned in my agony. What are you talking about?” “Don’t you love me any more?” I continued. Has the beautiful stranger taken complete possession of you?” “I cannot lie,” she replied softly after a short pause. “He has made an impression on me which I haven’t yet been able to analyse, further than that I suffer and tremble beneath it.

It is an impression of the sort I have met with in the works of poets or on the stage, but I always thought it was a figment of the imagination. Oh, he is a man like a lion, strong and beautiful and yet gentle, not sexy tight pussy teen girl fingering virgin pussy brutal like the men of our northern world. I am sorry for you, Severin, I am; but I must possess him. I must give myself to him, if he will have me.” “Consider your reputation, Wanda, which so far has remained spotless,” I exclaimed, “even if I no longer mean anything to you.” “I am considering it,” she replied, “I intend to be strong, as long as it is possible, I want—” she buried her head shyly in the pillows—“I want to become his wife—if he will have me.” “Wanda,” I cried, seized again by that mortal fear, which always robs me of my breath, makes me lose possession of myself, “you want to be his wife, belong to him for always. He does not love you—” “Who says that?” she exclaimed, flaring up. “He does not love you,” I went on passionately, “but I love you, I adore you, I am your slave, I let you tread me underfoot, I want to carry you on my arms through life.” “Who says that he doesn’t love me?” she interrupted vehemently. Have mercy on me, Wanda, have mercy!” She desi open petticoat sex girl looked at me again, and her face had her cold heartless expression, her evil smile. “You say he doesn’t love me,” she said, scornfully.

“Very well then, get what consolation you can out of it.” With this she turned over on the other side, and contemptuously showed me her back.

“Good God, are you a woman without dark fat sexy girls pictures flesh or blood, haven’t you a heart as well as I!” I cried, while my breast heaved convulsively. “I am a woman of stone, _Venus in Furs_, your ideal, kneel down, and pray to me.” “Wanda!” I implored, “mercy!” She began to laugh. Pain had loosened the floodgates of my tears and I let them flow.

For a long time silence reigned, then Wanda slowly raised herself.

“Wanda!” “I am tired, let me go to sleep.” “Mercy,” I implored. No man, no one, will love you as desi open petticoat sex girl I do.” “Let me go to sleep,”—she turned her back to me again. I leaped up, and snatched the poinard, which hung beside her bed, from its sheath, and placed its point against my breast. “I shall kill myself here before your eyes,” I murmured dully.

“Do what you please,” Wanda replied with complete indifference. “I am very sleepy.” For a moment I stood as if petrified. Finally I placed the poinard in my belt, and again fell on my knees before her. “Wanda, listen to me, only for a few moments,” I begged.



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