March 9th, 2005


this is the sound of poisons

    "Mistress, you are marvelously beautiful."
    Wanda smiled and seated herself in my armchair.
    "Kneel down here, beside my chair."
    I obeyed.
    "Kiss my hand."
    I grasped her cold little hand and kissed it.
    "And my mouth."
    In a frenzy of passion I flung my arms around my lovely cruel mistress and covered her face, her mouth, her breasts with burning kisses, which she returned with equal fervor, her eyes closed as in a dream. It was past midnight when she left.

excerpt: Venus in Furs - Leopold von Sacher-Masoch