Tableaux Vivants

THE PEARL-GREY STOCKING AND THE RED STAR

The fair Lamperiere was a widow with clear eyes, very rich, and with a form as opulent as her purse. Perhaps she was not in every point as perfect as the Venus of Aries, to whom her flatterers compared her. One could even find something a little heavy, a clumsiness in the chiselling of her figure, and her shoulders exposed a skin tolerably thick and too close. As a set off, nature had given her a leg!

And at the end of this leg an alert foot. She was ordinarily shod in hose of pearl-grey silk with rose-coloured slippers. Is there a voluptuary who does not know that a pearl-grey stocking is the utmost expression of pleasure?

At the moment at which I present her to you, the fair Lamperiere is very much engaged, for I am seated in an armchair, in front of and quite close to her; I hold her in my embrace, and am even passing a hand under her petticoat! '

Although one belongs to the best society, one is not the less sensitive, and the tickling, from which she could not defend herself, greatly incommoded the fair Lamperiere.

“Am I dreaming?” she said to me. “What! this is the second time you have seen me alone! You have no esteem for me!”

“I should like to esteem you three times running without drawing breath,” I replied, not knowing what I was saying. “Besides, it is the fault of your pearl-grey stockings.”

My hand did not quit its post, and the following dialogue took place between the fair Lamperiere and myself.

She- This pearl-grey stocking is not a reason.

I- It gives you a celestial leg. God is my witness that at first I only wished to touch your ankle. But, on my faith-

She- Ah! you are crushing my knee!

I- No, it is not your knee. It is higher where I am caressing. What a skin! Of rose-coloured satin, like your slippers.

She- Yes, yes! I am well enough content with my skin. If you continue, I shall call out.

I- Ah, the dainty little navel!

She- I shall call my maid.

I- I have paid her!

She-You have paid my maid! Monster! Will you let me be!

I- Good! You can't guard every place at once! If you defend the front, I attack the behind!

She-You are a man without delicacy. Who do you take me for, sir?

I- For myself!

She- I am an honest woman, and since the death of M. de Lamperiere no man has ever- It is an abomination, a rape, a murder!

I–I beg of you, open your dress a little, instead of calling me all these things without reason. Give me this lovely breast. Truly, one could say that it is too firm!

She- Ah, well, yes! But you must leave the rest alone. Hold, here it is. I have even the complaisance to draw it from its prison for you!

I- The nipple is the colour of chocolate. I am going to eat it!

She-No, no. Brr-that gives me a shiver.

I- Now, offer me your mouth.

She- My mouth! Ah, well. Ah! you are making me swoon! No, I don't wish-no, I will not unclose my thighs. Your hand shall not pass. You are doing wrong. What nails! But you are stripping me quite naked! At least will it please you to lower my dress?

I- Certainly, certainly! Why shouldn't I close the curtains as well! I love much better to look at what I am holding. Gods! these pearl-grey stockings! You have a finely nurtured form, my dear. I am going to bite you to pieces. Do you see this black muff?

She- Three fingers are too much. Two only! Ah! rub more gently! What a man! Great God! I–I!

I- You have ejaculated, you're content. What shall we do now? Do you wish that with my tongue in the mouth of this pretty pussy-“

She- As for that, to-day, no! No, no, no, no! You have left me no time to make my toilette.

I- This need not trouble you! I love the taste of the fruit. But why do you draw away thus, my sweet?

She- Nothing-a pain which-

I- At the bottom of your stomach! A little colic. You draw back again, you wish me to do so!

She-Yes, I wish you. Above all, I am opposed to what you proposed to me.

I- Minette? Oh, oh! You don't pardon me for not having made a declaration to you in regular form!

She- My regulars! Who has told you? My regulars! No, no, not yet. If my calculations are right, they will not be until to-morrow.

I-The devil, if I thought of that. But what are you looking at, then, in the fold of your chemise?

She-It is nothing! It is nothing! I was sure of it!

I-We will say, then, that your regulars do not commence until to-morrow, even although you had them now, my dear!

She- You say that. At the bottom you are like all men. Women are more amorous in these vile moments, but you do not profit by it. It disgusts you!

I- Wait a bit! Let me look! Just here, in the crease of your thigh, is a little red trace!

She- Horrible! Loose me! Go! Come back in three days. Leave me!

I- Bah! Struggle as much as you like, I hold you. Rather take off your dress. Take it off, will you? Quite naked with your grey stockings, on which the little red drops will fall; that will be charming!

She- Ah, Richard! If I believed you were sincere, I would do what you wish.

I- Regard the proof of my sincerity. Is it stiff enough? I am all on fire!

She- What! you would put it like that-in the blood!

I–I can tell you that I am not going to leave you even your chemise on.

She- But- What are you doing? I have nothing on but my stockings! Truly, I am ashamed.

I- Where shall we go to do our pretty little game?

She- In the next room there is a bed.

I- There is a couch of red silk-and red goes well with you. There, come in front of the mirror. You will see this great thing which is so stiff enter into your pussy and come out again.

She- What an idea! I like it well.

I- Hold, place yourself on your knees. I come in from behind. See, the mirror reflects your stomach, your breasts, and this brown hair! Your buttocks are like marble.

She-heave me the pleasure of putting it in! It enters. To-day, I am big. It is the blood which is coming, and which makes the passage humid; but ordinarily-

I- Do you see, it goes, it comes-I slip out. I re-enter quite sweetly-I go to the bottom. Hurrah for the blood! Hurrah for the blood! A red star on the grey hose! I am going to tickle you.

She- Richard, Richard! not such shocking words. Tickle strongly!

I- The blood! Flic, Flac! How I am dabbling!

She- I want to embrace you. I cannot. Hold, I will embrace you in the mirror. Ah! I-enjoy- thou also! He is flooding me!

I- Sacre dieu!

She- Withdraw yourself, my darling.

I- I have the appearance of having steeped my member in the blood of all the enemies of France!

She- What are you looking for?

I-A napkin.

She- This blood is ugly to look at now that your passion is glutted. You have no longer anything but disgust!

I- Parbleu! I will prove that well enough to you immediately, when I am in a state. You shall replace me with your hand as soon as I have wiped myself. My dear, you kiss to distraction.

She- Ah! Richard! Richard! How I love thee! Come and seat yourself on this sofa. The napkin which you are looking for-this napkin ce sera ma bouche.