A Sexless Life

The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie.

My dearest,

I know February is a boring month. I don't know about you, but I'm bored. Let's talk about the weather… or the impeccable charm of my friends.

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Yesterday, I was at a millionaires' party. The guests were wonderful. Shinny dresses, beautiful smiles and delicate manners.

We are nothing else than a facade. Nothing left inside. Too much makeup hides it well. Our rich life is just passing in front of us.

My husband is great. Sweet. We hardly touch, breaking the boredom would be far too violent. How about sex? So overrated.

Life is amazing, it flows well — bring me some champagne. That said, I would like to be fucked wildly behind the curtains.

Were any transvestites invited? There are no real men here. The most interesting ones wear dresses and gorgeous wigs.

I want to be fucked. I will find my knacky in the women’s restroom if some wo-men are smart enough to let the door unlocked.

And I want to be watched. And recorded. I want the gossip to fly all over the ballroom. Oh please, fuck me, ruin me, destroy me.

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I hope you enjoyed my vanilla art that lets you imagine what goes on behind these curtains. I suppose some of you would like to be invited to where I have been. I know you would! I wish you a good Sunday evening.

Love always,
Sissi