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Every so and so often she appeared before me like a vision among my leather-bound books and dead bones, lying on a ebony somali woman anal fuck bed of roses, surrounded by cupids. Sometimes she appeared gowned like the Olympians with the stern white face of the plaster Venus; sometimes in braids of a rich brown, blue-eyes, in my aunt’s red velvet _kazabaika,_ trimmed with ermine. “One morning when she had again risen out of the golden mist of my imagination in all her smiling beauty, I went to see Countess Sobol, who received me in a friendly, even cordial manner. She gave me a kiss of welcome, which put all my senses in a turmoil. She was probably about forty years old, but like most well-preserved women of the world, still very attractive.

This time it was one of green velvet with brown marten. But nothing of the sternness which had so delighted me the other time was now discernable. “On the contrary, there was so little of cruelty in her that without any more ado she ebony somali woman anal fuck let me adore her.

“Only too soon did she discover my supersensual folly and innocence, and it pleased her to make me happy. What rapture for me to be allowed to lie before her on my knees, and to kiss her hands, those with which she had scourged me! What marvellous hands they were, of beautiful form, delicate, rounded, and white, with adorable dimples! I played with them, let them submerge and emerge in the dark fur, held them against the light, and was unable to satiate my eyes with them.” Wanda involuntarily looked at her hand; I noticed it, and had to smile. “From the way in which the supersensual predominated in me in those days you can see that I was in love only with the cruel lashes I received from my aunt; and about two years later when I paid ebony somali woman anal fuck court to a young actress only in the roles she played.

Still later I became the admirer of a respectable woman. She acted the part of irreproachable virtue, only in the end to betray me with a rich Jew. You see, it is because I was betrayed, sold, ebony somali woman anal fuck by a woman who feigned the strictest principles and the highest ideals, that I hate that sort of poetical, sentimental virtue so intensely. Give me rather a woman who is honest enough to say to me: I am a Pompadour, a Lucretia Borgia, and I am ready to adore her.” Wanda rose and opened the window. “You have a curious way of arousing one’s imagination, stimulating all one’s nerves, and making one’s pulses beat faster. You put an aureole on vice, provided only if it is honest.

Oh, you are the kind of man who will corrupt a woman to her very last fiber.” ebony somali woman anal fuck * * * * * In the middle of the night there was a knock at my window; I got up, opened it, and was startled. Without stood “Venus in Furs,” just as she had appeared to me the first time. “You have disturbed me with your stories; I have been tossing about in bed, and can’t go to sleep,” she said.

“Now come and stay with me.” “In a moment.” As I entered Wanda was crouching by the fireplace where she had kindled a small fire. “ebony somali woman anal fuck Autumn is coming,” she began, “the nights are really quite cold already. I am afraid you may not like it, but I can’t put off my furs until the room is sufficiently warm.” “Not like it—you are joking—you know—” I threw my arm around her, and kissed her. “Of course, I know, but why this great fondness for furs?” “I was born with it,” I replied. Furthermore furs have a stimulating effect on all highly organized natures. It is a physical stimulus which sets you tingling, and no one can wholly escape it. Science has recently shown a certain relationship between electricity and warmth; at any rate, their effects upon the human organism are related.

The torrid zone produces more passionate characters, a heated atmosphere stimulation.

This is the reason why the presence of cats exercises ebony somali woman anal fuck such a magic influence upon highly-organized men of intellect. This is why these long-tailed Graces of the animal kingdom, these adorable, scintillating electric batteries have been the favorite animal of a Mahommed, Cardinal Richelieu, Crebillon, Rousseau, Wieland.” “A woman wearing furs, then,” cried Wanda, “is nothing else than a large cat, an augmented electric battery?” “Certainly,” I replied.

“That is my explanation of the symbolic meaning which fur has acquired as the attribute of power and beauty. Monarchs and the dominant higher nobility in former times used it in this sense for their costume, exclusively; great painters used it only for queenly beauty.