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The story I'm about to tell is the opposite of what is often portrayed in

movies. It is a true story.

My desire to put it in black and white, to write this diary, came to me while I

was trying to understand how much love of another person is able to condition

us.

I often think about what I was able to do and to give to the man I loved more

than myself before reaching the final decision.

But at this point, I think it's better to tell things in order and to tell the

story from its beginning.

I met, or I thought I met, after years of suffered love affairs, the perfect

man.

Physically desirable, cultured, elegant, with a good sense of humor. To sum it

up, everything a woman could want and ask of her life companion.

I gave myself to this man whom I initially found sweet and attentive,

without restraints or false modesty.

I've got to say that our relationship was as smooth as oil, and for me he was

kind of Pygmalion figure.

His closeness made me lose my head.

The scent of his perfume excited me, and the want and the desire to be caressed

by his hands.

to be kissed by his hot lips, to be undressed not only of my clothes, but of

ancestral modesty, made me completely his slave.

I remember our words of love.

My love, tell me you want to die.

No, my love, not to die, but to live with you for all of our lives, loving

you.

Kiss me.

Everything was very beautiful and romantic then.

Our relationship was stupendous. There's nothing to say.

Will you always love me like this?

Why? Do you have doubts?

No.

No doubts at all. I just wanted to hear you say it.

Do you still love me?

Well, of course. You know I love you.

I hope that you're not starting to doubt my feelings.

I thought I made that clear to you.

No, not.

That's better.

Kiss me, please.

One minute.

There,

is that good?

Now, do you believe I love you?

Please, you'll never betray me with anyone else.

No.

No, with no other woman.

Unless you want me to.

He seemed sincere then.

Oh, yes.

Oh.

Mmm. Mmm.

Oh, my God.

Oh, right.

Oh, good.

oh yeah yeah

Ugh.

No. No.

Oh, you're great.

One day, however,

during one of his usual piano lessons...

You know you're very good.

If you want, I'll teach you another sonata.

Why don't you get undressed?

You're going very quickly little one.

There, that's the proper fingering now, isn't it?

You learn very quickly.

I'll have you playing in no time.

Here.

Have a seat.

So you ought to play another.

This one needs a lot less practice.

Oh, teach me.

Oh,

you've played this one before.

I've always loved this tune.

Oh, yes.

Oh, I love the way you triple tongue it. Oh, good, good.

You learn very quickly, little one.

um um

Thank you. Thank

you.

Johnny!

What are -

Come join. It'll be even better.

Having caught him making love to one of his students at first made me jealous.

After the fact, having had him want me all along with the other one diminished

the sense of betrayal.

It almost seemed normal.

Slowly, slowly, I became excited, and I have to say that the relationship in

three stirred new sensations in me and opened new horizons for me.

He was there.

He took everything. He looked, judged, and enjoyed.

He directed, smiled, enjoyed, and enjoyed not at all embarrassed.

Seems as if he'd done this all his life.

Let's go.

Mm -hmm.

You like it like that, don't you, baby?

Can we change positions? This is hard on my

knee.

Oh, yeah.

Mm -hmm.

Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Having survived even this, or better yet, I have to give it to him that he...

Pulled this off in such a way that I surpassed the trauma of a three -way

relationship.

But it didn't finish there.

There were other discoveries for me to make.

I was walking along the edge of the pool.

Hey, do you see how beautiful she is? She's gorgeous.

Are you sure she'll go along with it?

I'm sure of her as I am of myself when I say there's no problems. You have to

believe me. She does whatever I tell her to do.

You like it?

Go ahead, try something yourself.

He'll go with it.

And you make her do whatever you want, eh?

That's right, exactly.

Now, our relationship is marvelous.

And she loves me madly.

And I've got to say that, in my own way, I love her.

Which doesn't mean that one doesn't need to satisfy some small amorous passions.

She's a very warm woman, and it takes very little to excite her.

And when she's at just the right point...

I can do with her as I want.

Just like I told you.

She'll do whatever and with whomever.

This doesn't mean she's a whore. No, not at all.

I didn't even think that.

You see, she thinks she's absolutely convinced that my meanderings are not

betrayals, but little games to... To make your relationship more interesting.

That's right.

Yes, that's how it is.

On top of it, she's afraid of losing me and does whatever I ask her to do.

I had to do a gradual job.

At first, it was just me, myself, and I.

Then I realized she couldn't be without me, so I started to subject her to new

emotions, slowly, surely.

What do you mean by new emotion?

I taught here.

And she was a very diligent student with everything that two lovers can do alone

and with each other.

And then you had her make love with another woman.

Exactly.

But now, however, I'd like to have her participate with something a little more

than just another couple. You know what I mean?

I understand.

And for this, I thought of you.

You have a bunch of friends, and I'm sure you know how to organize a... Would

you like to make love to her?

Sure, I want to, but I don't want you to think I'm organizing this whole thing.

Come on, I don't want you holding back now.

You have to fuck her.

And if you don't, I really don't care about the party.

You see, I'm curious to see how she reacts with another person.

And if you're the right person, there's no one else I can trust.

You're the only one.

Come on, we have to get ready for this evening.

Okay, I'm going I

Heard

them talking for a long time, but I didn't know what about and had no way of

knowing what they had agreed to

That same evening, John wanted me to organize an after -dinner party.

To have people over like that is something I enjoy, so I had nothing

this gathering, and I busied myself getting things ready for the guests.

I put the drinks and mixes in order, toothpicks and sweets.

I did all the possible things a good hostess has to do.

I spent a good part of my afternoon between the kitchen and living room.

Then, as guests were arriving, I let John do the honors of the house.

I still had to take a shower and get myself ready, presentable. No, better

even a little coquettishly desirable.

I heard the guests laughing and talking excitedly, a good sign that they were

having a good time.

Know that later much later when I made my appearance in the living room Let's

not get ahead of ourselves

Oh,

I like it like that Jesus do you keep on sucking?

Here.

Here.

Whoa. Whoa.

Oh.

Look who's here.

Don't you think you should undress her?

The scene I must have made when entering the living room must have really been

something.

Coming to my rescue after having seen my face was Marco.

Oh, Ingrid, please come sit with us. We were just having some laughs.

Do you want something to drink?

Let me introduce you to my friends.

vivian and steve pleased to meet you they were completely

naked and acted as if they were completely dressed

those two

vivian and steve who were making love in front of everyone weren't in the least

embarrassed i felt uneasy and curious

They repulsed me and at the same time excited me.

They overwhelmed me. They made me participate and I wasn't able to say no.

The pleasure they found in that moment made me lose my head. It was a tangle of

advocating bodies.

Through a burst in the fire, I managed to see John and Jonathan sitting on a

couch, smiling, intent on not missing even a second of that reveling of body,

flesh.

Then I didn't feel anything else but felt everything.

That evening ended in a small yet sympathetic little orgy and was the

of a long series of parties.

Oh, God.

Oh.

That's the wonder dog.

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up.

Yeah.

Oh.

Thank you.

Do this.

Easy.

Easy.

Do it again.

Switch.

John was no longer the kind and cheerful companion he was in the beginning.

The kind man coarsened by thousands of mountains.

No, he had become a hoarder of sex.

A miser.

He made me participate in the gatherings of couples that were more or less

friends of ours and who were probably invited to the house with this specific

thing in mind.

Practically, The right was always the same.

Sometimes we talked, sometimes less, sometimes more. And then the others

kissing, slowly undressing and...

Well, my dear, the time has come for me to go to bed and you to stay.

Oh, how it goes.

I'm out here and you're in there masturbating.

Hmm.

Yeah.

that I have for you.

Holy moly.

Bye.

oh oh

No! No!

oh oh

Oh, my Lord.

Thank you.

Listen, this is better than your home.

Looks like fun.

Oh.

Oh.

Get on.

Oh.

Can you feel him there? Can you feel him?

Don't break it, girl.

Please tell me if I bring you this.

up.

Oh, yes.

Oh, that's good. That's good.

That's good.

Okay.

Yes. Oh, good, good, good, good, good.

That's it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh,

good.

Tight, tight, tight.

Oh.

Oh, God.

What?

Oh, oh, oh.

Darling come in here. I want to talk to you for a moment. I want you to hear

something

What is it you want me to hear?

Do you like this chord?

Yes, why do you ask me?

I guess so.

Yes, it is a wonderful chord.

You look so troubled, darling. What's wrong?

Well, there's some things we desperately need to talk about.

Things we never seem to get to.

You're so busy with your cords.

You're so serious, darling.

Why don't you take a few days off? Go to the country.

I can't do that. Why would I? Why would I want to without you? I do so much

without you.

I want to do things with you.

Like other couples, other... Every man needs some time alone.

Well, certainly plenty of time alone.

Perhaps it's time for me to be alone.

Would you miss me at all?

If I walked out that door right now?

Or would you just... Of course I would miss you. Who would I write songs for?

This one's especially for you.

You look so lovely standing there in the doorway like that.

I've entitled it... For you, my love.

Your love?

Am I really?

Do you think of me in terms of love?

Well, what do you think?

Hmm?

Yes, I suppose occasionally.

You haven't seen me for weeks.

Tell me, do you like this melody?

Listen.

This single note.

You're like this single note.

However, it takes a whole core to make real music many notes Not

just one but many. Yes, John That's why I'm leaving you

And that's why I must go Now today

John this is the end of our song.

I'm a solo instrument.

As I think back now, it was really, really

one of the most enjoyable,

yes, enjoyable times of my life.

The fun, the love, the sex, the

music.

I'll always think back to those times.