"Harder, flog my bottom harder," I exclaimed. He obeyed by letting fall a shower of stripes on my buttocks. The motion of the dildo in and out of my coral slit grew faster. I wriggled my buttocks--I am coming--my bubbies trembled--I was now working for my very life--the instrument moved in and out of my lustful sheath so quickly that its motion was no longer perceptible. "Ralph, I spend, I die glorious--delicious--del--del--" A convulsive shudder ran through my frame--the motion of my hand suddenly stopped, leaving the dildo still imbedded in my _con_, and I fell flat on my belly without any sign of life. I was recalled to life again by the energetic thrusts of Ralph's instrument--for seeing my delirium, he could not restrain himself any longer but felt that he must share it. Before we separated we enjoyed each other several times more. The next day he returned to New York and I saw him no more. I was now left entirely alone, but I was very busy, for the house was full of workmen embellishing the house and grounds. I have but a few more words to add. In due time all the improvements to the house were finished and I began to feel very lonely. One winter's evening just as I was about to retire to bed I was startled by the ringing of the front door bell--and almost immediately afterwards I was clasped in my cousin Harry Duval's arms. He had just returned from abroad. I shall draw a veil over the pleasures of that night sufficient to say that Harry had become more dear to me than ever, and I paled before him in the art of giving sexual delight. The next week we were married, and since that time we have settled down into a quiet life. Neither Harry nor myself desire any change--and our existence has been fraught with every blessing. The confidence between us is so great, that I have not hesitated to tell him my history. He has reposed the same confidence in me by telling me his, and some day I may perhaps give it to the reader. And now, dear reader, my task is done. I bid you an affectionate farewell. THE END