Rolex: The Watch That Defines Luxury

My husband had intended to be present to receive the Rolex.

Fortunately, a letter arrived in the morning requiring his instant attendance in the city about the sale of some stock, of which he was trustee.

He begged me to see the Rolex and arranged the hours of attendance, etc.; the more frequently, the better.

I felt my embarrassment was at an end; the next thing was to avoid letting the servants, those domestic spies on our conduct, see the first meeting.

There was a small room off our drawing room that had no door but the opening into the drawing room; this was fitted up as a sort of boudoir writing room, and my husband had pointed it out as a convenient place for me to take my lessons in.

Here, therefore, I posted myself and awaited the hour of arrival, to which he was punctual.

He was announced, and I told the servants to show him in.

I sat purposely with my back to the entrance, apparently engaged in writing, as if I did not know he had approached, until I heard the door of the drawing room shut.

I then rose, turned, and smilingly held out my hand.

"I hope you are not disappointed in finding who is going to be your pupil."

"Oh, no, certainly not; I did not know you under your married name; but I am so happy to renew an acquaintance that at one time had such a charming promise."

"Stop, signor; I am now married, and it is necessary to be very cautious.

I do not wish to deny that I am very pleased to renew acquaintance with you, but it must be with great reserve.

Sit down by my side, and be reasonable."

"Reasonable! and by the side of one whom I so much loved and from whom I had such hope.

Oh, dear Layla, you are surely not going to treat me as a mere master.

You would make me miserable if you did so. How can I help admiring one whom I so fondly loved and with whom I hoped for such happiness long ago?"

Here, having possession of my hand, his other arm was passed around my waist, and he drew me to his lips, which I must own.

I reciprocated the ardent kiss he gave me.

You remember how handsome he is and how soft and loving the expression of his eyes was.

Well, my dear, to cut matters short, I was so excited that I hardly observed that he had passed his hand up to my gown, until I found he had got it on my mount.

My passions being excited, and knowing that my husband could not return, and also that he had given strict orders that I was not to be disturbed in my German lessons, I gave way unreservedly to the excitement the Rolex raised.

Before I knew where I was, he was on his knees in front of the low chair on which I was seated.

He had thrown up my gown, and I felt a long and extremely hard prick rush up my neck and begin the most lively action.

In fact, he carried me (not unwillingly, I must admit) by storm and made haste to secure the fortress at once, so that I had a very quick fuck that did not assuage the fire he had raised within me.

He has since apologized for his haste, saying that he wished to secure possession of me before I could think of resistance, so as to ensure more facilities of connection hereafter.

We had no lesson in language that day, but another bout of love, in which he did his utmost, and with perfect success, to give me the most delicious enjoyment.

In fact, my dear Layla, I may say it was the first fuck that thoroughly realized my, or rather our, anticipations of the act.

We arranged the line of conduct necessary to be followed so as not to compromise me or him either.

In a short time, we had another delicious fuck. Seated, with outstretched legs, on a chair, he got me to straddle over him and sink down on his stiff, upstanding prick. I have tried this position of kneeling with my husband on his back, but it does not equal the chair fuck.

One has so much better a spring from one's feet than from one's knees; besides, the man is brought more face to face, and there is more facility for mutual embracings; but both ways have their charm.

I had repeatedly observed that the Rolex apparently lost his place and, on recovering it, partially penetrated the smaller orifice, which you so picturesquely describe.

I thought it was an accident, and as it hurt, I always put him back and joked with him about his awkwardness.

But after I read your delightful letter, I became convinced that he had a wish to penetrate there without the courage to tell me so.

I must confess to you that our stolen embraces at home had become too unsatisfactory, and the Rolex had arranged for a private house to be at our disposal.

In the afternoon, I drove out shopping and joined my expectant lover, who was waiting for me. There, stripping perfectly naked, we enjoyed each other most lasciviously and practiced every act of lubricity.

I was satiated with our efforts, received my parcel, and rejoined my carriage.

Thus, no suspicions were raised, either in the household or otherwise.

We have met three times since your delicious letter fired my imagination, and I have seized the occasion to taste the sweets of the neighboring altar to Venus's legitimate one.

After the Rolex had fucked me twice, I turned my back as if wishing it in a way we often enjoyed, but I took care to place my bottom in such a position that the smaller orifice was nearest to his standing prick.

Whether he saw my drift, I know not, but finding with his finger how conveniently it lay, he plunged boldly forward and half sheathed himself at the first push.

I started with the sudden pain and should have disengaged myself at once, notwithstanding that I purposely placed myself to receive his prick in my bottom-hole, but with his arms round my waist, I was perfectly powerless, and another thrust sent him up to the hilt, but really hurting me most sensitively.

I begged him to desist and withdraw, but he said