Letters to and from an Imaginary Countess 7

Oh My Cock-Moppett,

I am in receipt of your latest epistle, and how purple you wax in your Ardour!

Why your prose almost reminds me of your cock!

I think my Chevalier knows how much I love to fuck you out of your chains, and then back into them, and have you return the favor.

I am afraid I find myself Imbroiled in several intrigues, and my Dear Friend, my bosom mate, the Lady A____, the Margravine who has set up here, has been entertaining me in most gracious ways of late.

But you invite me to Squander, and I must make a confession: I love Squandering!

There is probably not a single blandishment more attractive to me than a man who invites me to Squander.

What is hotter than a Lord between the legs who begs, "Ruin me! Ruin me, my family, my Progeny, my Posterity!" as he is cumming.

Perhaps you think I jest, but I do not. Try me.

And of course my culverts and Blinds await your Noble Hunter, your Nimrod, to ply his Venery again.

The Romanian Count to whom you allude is actually long dead now, and you were very naughty to go through the several drawers of my escritoire like that! You were truly shameless when I came upon you reading the intimate correspondence I had once with that charming if Disturbed creature. I told you our dating our correspondence several centuries before our actual dalliance was a fond affectation of the Romance that was our rather eldritch liaison, a Romantic Jest. You know how playful I am in matters of Affection and Debasement.

Oh, before I forget, Maria-Teresa asks if you have spied a charm that fell off her charm bracelet on our tryst morning? The charm is shaped is a little Unicorn I believe. She's always jingling like one of those little monkeys at court. She overdecorates her mignonne beauty. She dances with those monkeys sometimes to amuse "You Know Who." That's about as intellectually stimulating as He wants the World or his Court to be.

Keep up the Lingual calisthenics and do please try to procure that Book I have requested from the Viscount T_______. Purloin it if you must. I assure you the work was purloined from Lady A______, as I have it on good Authority.

Do not make a Spectacle and be subtle in your ways.

As you always are with me.

I shall anticipate my Emancipation into the inhuman Realms of Pleasure at your hands, tongue and the Ineffable Rest, and I pray you it will be a short Wait.

Your Moistness,


M___________________