Musée des années 30 Philippe Lejeune (né en 1924) : Le Repas chez Simon (1950)
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A very pretty bourgeoisie of the rue Saint-Honoré, about twenty-two years old, fat, chubby, the freshest and most appetizing flesh, all the moulded forms, albeit a little filled, and which joined to so many appas of the presence of spirit, of the vivacity, and the most lively taste for all the pleasures that forbade him the rigorous laws of the There was nothing better arranged than the appointments that were indicated to these two lovers: Des-Roues, a young soldier, had four to five o' clock in the evening, and from five and a half to seven arrived Dolbreuse, young merchant of the prettiest figure that it was possible to see. It was impossible to fix other moments, they were the only ones where Mrs. Dolmène was quiet: in the morning it was necessary to be at the shop, in the evening sometimes it was necessary to look the same, or else the husband came back, and it was necessary to talk about his business. Moreover, Mrs. Dolmène had confided to one of her friends whom she loved enough that the moments of pleasure followed one another very closely: the fires of imagination were not extinguished, she claimed, in this way, nothing so sweet as to pass from one pleasure to another, you didn't have the trouble to get back on the train; because Mrs. Dolmène was a charming creature who calculated at best all the sensations of love, very few women analyzed them like her and it was because of her talents that she had recognized that, in all reflection, two lovers were much better than one; with respect to reputation it became almost equal, one covered the other, one could be mistaken, it could always be the same one who went and came back several times in the day, and relative to the pleasure what a difference! Mrs. Dolmen, who had a particular fear of pregnancy, of course her husband would never do the crazy thing with her to spoil her waist, had also calculated that with two lovers, there was much less risk for what she feared than with one, because, she said in fairly good anatomy, the two fruits were destroying each other.
One day, the order established in the appointments came to be disturbed, and our two lovers who had never seen each other, did as we will see it rather pleasantly. Des-Roues was the first one but it had come too late, and as if the devil had got involved, Dolbreuse who was the second one, arrived a little earlier.
The reader full of intelligence immediately sees that the combination of these two little wrongs must unfortunately have given rise to an infallible encounter: so it took place. But let's say how it happened and if we can, let's examine it with all the decency and restraint that such a matter, already very licentious by itself, requires.
By a rather bizarre caprice effect - but we see so much of it in men - our young soldier, tired of the role of lover, wanted to play for a moment that of mistress; instead of being lovingly contained in the arms of his divinity, he wanted to contain it in his turn: in a word what is underneath, he put it on it, and by this reversal of part, leaning against the altar where the sacrifice usually offered itself, it was Mrs. Dolmen who naked like the Venus callipyge, lying on her lover, presented in front of the door of the room where the mysteries were celebrated, what the Greeks worshipped devoutly in the statue from which we have just come. Such was the attitude, when Dolbreuse accustomed to penetrate without resistance, arrives humming, and sees for perspective what a truly honest woman should never, it is said, show.
What would have pleased a lot of people, made Dolbreuse move backwards.
What do I see,"he shouted... traitoress... is that what you have in store for me?
Mrs. Dolmène, who at that time was in one of those crises where a woman acts infinitely better than she thinks, resolving to pay for brazen cheek:
What the hell do you have,"she said to the second Adonis without ceasing to surrender to the other," I see nothing there that is too painful for you; do not disturb us, my friend, and lodge yourself in what is left of you; you see it well, there is room for two.
Dolbreuse could not help laughing at his mistress's cold-blooded laughter, and believed that the simplest thing was to follow his advice, he was not prayed, and it is claimed that all three won.
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Musée des années 30 Philippe Lejeune (né en 1924) : Le Repas chez Simon (1950)
short-edition.com/fr/classique/marquis-de-sade/il-y-a-pla...
A very pretty bourgeoisie of the rue Saint-Honoré, about twenty-two years old, fat, chubby, the freshest and most appetizing flesh, all the moulded forms, albeit a little filled, and which joined to so many appas of the presence of spirit, of the vivacity, and the most lively taste for all the pleasures that forbade him the rigorous laws of the There was nothing better arranged than the appointments that were indicated to these two lovers: Des-Roues, a young soldier, had four to five o' clock in the evening, and from five and a half to seven arrived Dolbreuse, young merchant of the prettiest figure that it was possible to see. It was impossible to fix other moments, they were the only ones where Mrs. Dolmène was quiet: in the morning it was necessary to be at the shop, in the evening sometimes it was necessary to look the same, or else the husband came back, and it was necessary to talk about his business. Moreover, Mrs. Dolmène had confided to one of her friends whom she loved enough that the moments of pleasure followed one another very closely: the fires of imagination were not extinguished, she claimed, in this way, nothing so sweet as to pass from one pleasure to another, you didn't have the trouble to get back on the train; because Mrs. Dolmène was a charming creature who calculated at best all the sensations of love, very few women analyzed them like her and it was because of her talents that she had recognized that, in all reflection, two lovers were much better than one; with respect to reputation it became almost equal, one covered the other, one could be mistaken, it could always be the same one who went and came back several times in the day, and relative to the pleasure what a difference! Mrs. Dolmen, who had a particular fear of pregnancy, of course her husband would never do the crazy thing with her to spoil her waist, had also calculated that with two lovers, there was much less risk for what she feared than with one, because, she said in fairly good anatomy, the two fruits were destroying each other.
One day, the order established in the appointments came to be disturbed, and our two lovers who had never seen each other, did as we will see it rather pleasantly. Des-Roues was the first one but it had come too late, and as if the devil had got involved, Dolbreuse who was the second one, arrived a little earlier.
The reader full of intelligence immediately sees that the combination of these two little wrongs must unfortunately have given rise to an infallible encounter: so it took place. But let's say how it happened and if we can, let's examine it with all the decency and restraint that such a matter, already very licentious by itself, requires.
By a rather bizarre caprice effect - but we see so much of it in men - our young soldier, tired of the role of lover, wanted to play for a moment that of mistress; instead of being lovingly contained in the arms of his divinity, he wanted to contain it in his turn: in a word what is underneath, he put it on it, and by this reversal of part, leaning against the altar where the sacrifice usually offered itself, it was Mrs. Dolmen who naked like the Venus callipyge, lying on her lover, presented in front of the door of the room where the mysteries were celebrated, what the Greeks worshipped devoutly in the statue from which we have just come. Such was the attitude, when Dolbreuse accustomed to penetrate without resistance, arrives humming, and sees for perspective what a truly honest woman should never, it is said, show.
What would have pleased a lot of people, made Dolbreuse move backwards.
What do I see,"he shouted... traitoress... is that what you have in store for me?
Mrs. Dolmène, who at that time was in one of those crises where a woman acts infinitely better than she thinks, resolving to pay for brazen cheek:
What the hell do you have,"she said to the second Adonis without ceasing to surrender to the other," I see nothing there that is too painful for you; do not disturb us, my friend, and lodge yourself in what is left of you; you see it well, there is room for two.
Dolbreuse could not help laughing at his mistress's cold-blooded laughter, and believed that the simplest thing was to follow his advice, he was not prayed, and it is claimed that all three won.
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