Women And Men Of The French Renaissance (1901)

I could hear her moving about, undressing, and presently I heard her bed creak slightly as she lay down. I waited another ten minutes, until I heard her snoring, before opening the door and going softly into her bedroom. The French Renaissance clock on the dresser sounded like a drum as it ticked away, and the bright moonlight, streaming into the room through the windows, gave me more than enough light. Oh, shit damn! There she was-stark naked and not even under the covers! What a fuck she would make! "I leaned over her, whispering, my voice shaking, 'Sylvia, are you sleeping?' Which I must admit was pretty stupid! What did I expect her to do, raise up and say, 'Yes, I'm sound asleep, so go ahead and screw me.' "She didn't answer. She didn't move. She just lay there, her mouth half open, breathing heavily. Very cautiously, I put a finger to her vulva and began playing with her clitoris, at the same time rolling the nipples of her tits. I noticed that her nipples were very hard, almost like stone. Squirming slightly, she sighed, but continued to breathe heavily ...»