L'Epistolière, novel number 1, english version

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Number 1 This story I am about to tell is likely, in our time, seem banal and without much interest. But I did not, so far, been able to tell anyone, lest important consequences fall on my family and loved ones. Now unfortunately there are only I can afford to get out of the shadow period of my life was, although extremely brief, probably one of the happiest of my life. Of course, afterwards, I had, like any woman, periods of calm and serene life that could be equated with happiness, but it has always been in me a void that nothing could ever fill and date of this dark time when the enemy garrisons had invaded our cities and countryside and where one of them had taken up residence in our area. I was 17 when one morning a long line of more or less armored cars had crossed the gate of the farm area where both my parents and I were working. No more politeness than proportional to their domination, but with a little gene still from some soldiers were scattered all buildings, investing the best places and forcing us to fold our business in barns . Me and my parents and shared with another family a stable long abandoned, while our conquerors slept warm and dry in our homes. One day during lunch, while everyone was in the field, I began to go to the farm. I do not know exactly why I did this. I had vaguely in mind to slip into our old home and lie down for a moment on what was my bed. I was a little tired of sleeping on straw bales more or less well preserved.

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Publié par	Marie-christine.LHeureux
Publié le	12 octobre 2013
Nombre de lectures	44
Licence :	Tous droits réservés
Langue	English

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Number 1 This story I am about to tell is likely, in our time, seem banal and without much interest. But I did not, so far, been able to tell anyone, lest important consequences fall on my family and loved ones. Now unfortunately there are only I can afford to get out of the shadow period of my life was, although extremely brief, probably one of the happiest of my life. Of course, afterwards, I had, like any woman, periods of calm and serene life that could be equated with happiness, but it has always been in me a void that nothing could ever fill and date of this dark time when the enemy garrisons had invaded our cities and countryside and where one of them had taken up residence in our area. I was 17 when one morning a long line of more or less armored cars had crossed the gate of the farm area where both my parents and I were working. No more politeness than proportional to their domination, but with a little gene still from some soldiers were scattered all buildings, investing the best places and forcing us to fold our business in barns . Me and my parents and shared with another family a stable long abandoned, while our conquerors slept warm and dry in our homes. One day during lunch, while everyone was in the field, I began to go to the farm. I do not know exactly why I did this. I had vaguely in mind to slip into our old home and lie down for a moment on what was my bed. I was a little tired of sleeping on straw bales more or less well preserved. The course was empty when I entered. Walked along the walls to not be seen. I was not supposed to find me there at this time. I reached without difficulty the entrance to my old house. I pushed the door, it was not locked. I slipped inside, listening to be sure that there is one. The door of the dining room was open, I walked slowly and stopped just before going to. I risked a peek inside the room. A youngish man dressed as an officer, was sitting in a chair that does not belong to our furniture, and read a book that was not us either. My parents did not have a book. I looked in more detail the room and saw me as a library had been mounted against a wall, and its rays were full. The young officer was the intention may be to read them all, unless it has already done. As the man did not seem to move, I ventured to go to the door and started up the stairs. On tiptoe, I reached the landing of the first floor and I slowly opened the door to my old room. I closed behind me and threw me on my bed almost immediately. It was soft, warm, soft, and I had to fight myself not to fall asleep. I looked at the room, which had changed somewhat. Furniture had been added, some paintings were hung on the walls, representing mountain scenery and curtains allowed now probably be able to sleep during the day without being bothered by the sunlight. Upon leaving, I was very careful not to make noise, but reached the bottom of the stairs, I noticed that the young officer was waiting for me on the door of the dining room. He asked me if it was my house, my room. Trembling, I said yes, so barely audible. "So you're home! Come back anytime. " I left almost running, worried at the prospect of hearing call for backup and sound the alarm, but it did nothing and I went back to work.

Daily for several weeks, I quietly slipped lunch in my old room and I lay on my bed. I feel so resist the invader, at least in my way. I participated in the recovery of my territory. And during the subsequent weeks, every day, the young officer looked at me through the front door of the dining room without saying anything, just looking up from his book, as if to make sure I was good and I arrived went out smoothly. One day, when I arrived, I saw him get up and came towards me. Since the first day I saw him I felt myself tremble, but the smirk on his face showed that he did not seem hostile. He asked permission to come with me to get a book that he had forgotten to top, and I let her. He opened the door and stood aside to let me go first. I found it very elegant. I did feel like a lady that is introduced into a large living room. The impression was also not really wrong, because since their arrival, our invaders had made numerous changes places, bringing in comfort and hygiene for us was for the rich in the city. Thus, my room was found with a small firm in which there were a cabinet with a basin for washing and even a bath, both connected directly to the water tap that was in the yard. Time passed between the pipes in a room on the ground floor which emanated, summer and winter, a little disturbing moist heat. The young officer looked at me sitting on my old bed and began to give me a demonstration of the toilet, explaining the work that had been done and why the hot water already flowed to tap marked red. His French was rough, but I found her endearing expressions and I was sometimes tempted to correct them, but at the last minute, every time something was holding me back. He left the room and left me to my daily musings. When past the dining room, so I went out, I saw him again to get up and come to me. He just smiled and went back to sit. The next day I asked myself whether or not I should return to my little daily pilgrimage. I thought the smile of the young officer may be hiding bad intentions, he would denounce me and when I arrived I was suddenly confronted with a whole garrison would have sent me to camp at the other end world. But the temptation to brave once more the forbidden was too strong, and I crossed again the door of my old house. The young officer had heard the sound of the front door because when passing in front of the room, I saw him coming out to greet me. The situation amused me a little and smiled. He returned my smile and up the stairs, I felt he was following me. As before, he opened the door and stood aside to let me in, then went to the bathroom and told me that he had shown no education, the previous day, by not offering me access to facilities if the taste took me. I stayed a little speechless at this proposal. The following day, the young officer did not go up behind me. He just greet me on my arrival and my departure. I was a little intrigued by his attitude and at the same time I felt drawn to the proposal he had made to me. Work all day outside in the dust or animals was not an activity that left clean and tidy. I think all of a sudden the young officer who was so impeccably dressed may be afraid to catch animals that I could drop in my passages. It was then that I noticed that since the day of my first visit, my old bed was covered with an additional sheet. That day, I felt so dirty I did not even dare sit on the edge of the bed or chair. I stood very little time left and almost ran red with shame.

I did not went in my old house for two days in a row. On the second day, in the afternoon, while I was crossing the course with bundles on their shoulders, I met the young officer looked at me with a bit of insistence, but said nothing. I looked away, but returned to the entrance to the barn, I turned and saw that he was still looking at me. Then the next day I went back into my old house, but this time armed with a piece of soap that I had stolen from our steward and clean clothes. The young officer stood up when I arrived, looked me up and down, DISPLA a huge smile and pointed to the stairs where he followed me. He took my hand my bundle of clothes and laid it on a chair and began to explain to me how to play with two taps to avoid burn me with water too hot. His voice was much softer than the other soldiers, and also softer than the last time he spoke to me. Then he retired and closed the door behind him. I had no trouble understanding how to work the system. It was actually quite simple, and for the first time in my life, I could taste the luxury of having the hot water directly on my hands, no one to hold the pitcher. I washed quickly, a little worried about being caught naked in this room, but I almost immediately regretted not enjoy more. I then resolved that if the young officer had allowed me, I could come every day. And after all, it was my home, this room, not at home. Going down the stairs, I felt light, clean and almost beautiful. I spent a lighter not to the dining room where the young officer looked up, smiled at me and then back to his book. A few days after my first day toilet, I was in the room, still half undressed after I washed, when the door opened. The young officer entered, closed the door behind him and asked if he could help me. Then, without waiting for my answer, he approached, stood behind me in the mirror, and while looking at my reflection, his hands began slowly to close one by one the small buttons of my shirt. I head up to his chest and I could sense the movements of breathing. As he went back slowly to my throat, to the rhythm of small metal circles, his hands stopped at my breasts, hesitated, as suspends land on me, gently flew my forms, then resumed their work. Breathing my dresser had become a bit choppy, stronger, and I felt a strange heat rising in me. Half-dazed, I leaned my head against his chest. It slightly tightened his arms around me, I felt my breasts swell through the thin white fabric, when he closed the last button. Putting a hand on my shoulder, he pulled away slightly from me to enter my skirt, which was placed on the chair. I raised my arm to pull the head. This time, when his hands came up to my breasts, holding the belt of my skirt, he placed squarely on my forms, flat, like that I feel better. They were hot, large, and completely covered each one of my breasts. I tottered, but not a moment I do not feel like he had stopped his embrace. It ends up down my skirt belt on my waist and gently squeezed, without interrupting the contact of his hands with my body. Then it was my blouse helped me to put on. He closed one then two buttons and stopped. While his left hand caressing my stomach, he slid right on my breasts, pressing her caresses. Basculais I head back to touch his chest, he hugged me a little harder against him and his lips brushed my neck. Then wisely, he finished buttoning my blouse, handed me my apron, and without delay he went. I stood there, facing the mirror, the pink cheeks confusion and desire, the room empty again. The next day, it is the beating heart that I came to my old house. As always, the soldiers had deserted the place during the lunch hour and the young officer was in the dining room. I passed the door more

slowly than usual, he greeted me, I began to climb the stairs, but arrived mid race, I went back and interrupted me. It was in the middle of the corridor. I watched him and began again to ascend the steps without taking her eyes. I arrived on the last step when he began to turn to climb. Arrival in the room, I noticed that the tub was already full. The young officer then began to undress slowly, this time without touching me and he helped me to climb into the bath. While standing in front of me, and without changing a single thing in his development, he took a fine linen cloth, almost an entire soap, moistened my body and began to wash. His movements were gentle, precise, fabric slid over my body. I dared not move so I wanted it to last forever. Then he rinsed me with the same precise gestures, and this time, his hand lingered on my hips, my breasts, my belly, my ass, my neck. He helped me get out of the tub, and as before, after me surrounded by a large towel, he stood behind me and held me against him. His hands ran over my body, first on the towel, then slipping below. I leaned all my weight against him, I was breathing hard, almost as much as him, his lips rested on my neck, my shoulders, and his hands suddenly descended on my sale, and trying to make their way between my legs . After a while, as before, he stopped me and got dressed slowly, still stroking me, until it tends my apron and so the room. As the days progressed, I was impatient to arrive at lunch time, but I always took care, nevertheless, to do my work as it should and never come earlier usual for fear of crossing other soldiers in the house. The ritual installation, always the same. Every day, he washed me, I rinsed, dried me stroking me. Throughout the day, he insisted each time longer on the bottom of my stomach and my upper thighs. I finally let go his hand between my legs. The feeling was strange, both hot and humid. I felt my stomach contract times, the rhythm of his hand movements and finger printed my entire basin. The tip of my breasts swelled, my kidneys cambraient and second hand held me so that I will not switch back. After a few days, I suddenly had the urge to see other than in his uniform. When standing in front of him, he began to get the soapy cloth on my chest, I began to unbutton his jacket. He looked at me, did not flinch, however, and a big smile appeared on his face. This was the first time I saw his teeth, white, impeccably aligned. He allowed himself to do and helped me take off his jacket and shirt. I discovered a large torso-skinned, sleek, muscular chest. This vision made me turn my head, and I could not help but feel this man who looked like a stone statue is seen in some books. My hands ran over her large, round shoulders, his chest against which I had become accustomed to support me, and I felt so comfortable despite the clothes, I lingered on the contour of each muscle on his arms, his stomach seemed so hard. For the first time, he brought his face close to mine and his lips touched mine. I thought I would faint. He stopped suddenly and continued where he left off, I washed, rinsed me, wiped me. But this time, he turned me to face him. He ran his hands all over my body, and lingered again between my legs. I saw then kneel and put his lips on my belly, my hips, and between my thighs. The passage he first made with his hand was caught by its mouth and tongue. I felt the warm moisture back in me, fueled by what he gave me, I felt his hand move between my thighs, his fingers back and forth and eventually enter me. A deep and serious cry tore from my throat and I folded it over him, leaning on his shoulders. My reaction made him work harder and I heard screaming repeatedly. My stomach tightened in spurts, it was burning, and instinctively parted

my legs a little more. And each time, he increased his touch, his fingers went in and out of my privacy, his mouth devoured me. I was hot, I tottered, I clung to him not to fall, but his hands held me firmly. I do not know how long did our embrace, I just remember that at one point he stopped to caress me, has picked me gently while I was washed into a hand, slipped me a machine Dry between the legs, then spread the strands of hair that I had to face and went to get my clothes. I just walked right when I went back down the stairs that day. He had taken his place in the dining room and read. He did not look up from his book when I passed the door, but I heard him say "tomorrow." The next day, a torrential rain fell all day, forcing us to stay safe and depriving me of my daily trip. So the next day, I could not concentrate on my work in the morning. I had an obsession, it's noon and I go find the young officer in my old room. When I arrived, I was surprised not to find the ground floor. I hesitated a moment, and climbed a little anxious in the room. I walked slowly. The curtains were not completely open, but I saw at once that he was lying on the bed, shirtless, in the same outfit as the one I had made two days earlier. One arm under his head, he looked me in, gave me his hand and pulled me to him. He sat on the edge of the bed, facing me and undressed me. His movements seemed a bit more feverish than usual. He trained me naked in the bathroom. I made her face. This time, I wanted to see all of it, he who most an inch of my skin had a secret. I put my hand over her mouth to his belt. He smiled and guided my fingers to undo. Then he undid his pants and slid his pants down to his ankles. I then noticed he had removed his shoes. Through his pants, I guessed a fairly large form, which seemed to point in my direction. I had a moment a little anxiety, but his hands began to caress me, and he led the mine to the part of his body that I did not know yet and dropped his pants. I dared not look at what I touched, and he felt. We climbed into the tub, and the thin fabric, he began to lather guiding my hand as I make my turn. I began my exploration. His cock was long, steep, pointing me to the horizontal. I found this curious sort of living staff that moved a little alone at times, as to raise the head higher. I touched him, and he seemed to stiffen again. The young officer washed my body, and when he pressed me against him and I felt his stiff member against my belly. We are out of the water and after I barely dried, he took me in his arms and went to drop me on the bed. I looked at him, questioning, and then look down on me. His mouth came directly arise between my legs apart he had to drag it. One of his hands caressed my breasts while the other pushed his way in me, gently at first, then more strongly. I found the sensations already experienced two days earlier, and began to moan. His other hand down to between my legs turn to rule the entrance of my privacy. I felt even more the movements of his fingers in me and those of his tongue caressed me insisting on this strange party had become quite hard and I was sighing and serious cries. My breasts were tense and almost made me ill, my cock was swollen and I was suffocating under the regular onslaught of hands that gave me pleasure. Slowly he climbed on me until his face has exceeded mine. He kept my legs apart, and I soon felt enter me something both bigger and sweeter than his fingers. His hands parted my ass now, and I put a little time to understand what was in my heart. He

went up and down on me, breathing hard, and each climb, I felt my inner tense, and every run, I prayed for it back. Guttural sounds came out of my mouth open and I saw him smiling at me. I looked at my lap as he continued to move in me, pulling me now every movement a huge sigh. Suddenly, a sharp jolt came over me and I clung to him not to scream. It was disconcerting, I cried but I was not hurt, however. It was harder than last time. My body began to move along with his own, and his breath quickened more, until he growls through gritted teeth. I felt his member moving in me, then he sighed, got out of my body and lay beside me. I was streaming, and also, but this was not the bath water but sweat. I was hot, his body was burning, mine is still contracted at times. I felt exhausted. He stood for a long time and lying next to me, and then he straightened up, dropped me a light kiss on the lips, got dressed and went downstairs. The following day, I found the young officer already lying on the bed, and the new ritual took shape. He undressed me, we washed together, then he made love to me. In As I gained confidence, and I amused myself longer keep her head between my legs so that he continues to play with his tongue and hands, I moved over the same time he and I flew as often as possible kisses him. I also discovered, quite by chance, when I immobilisais in me, squeezing between my legs, it blocked it in its tracks, and the more I use this trick, plus our antics last long . This game seemed to amuse him and as soon as I released my grip, he redoubled his efforts to take me. One day, as he passed his tongue between my legs and tore me sighs of stronger and stronger, he stepped back, looked at me with a smile, and gently grabbed me by the waist to put on my stomach. I let her, not knowing what would happen to me. But when he took both my hips to straighten my knees, I understood that he wanted to play like animals. I found the idea strange at first, but when I felt him enter me and touch me deep in my privacy, then go out and come back with more force, bumping me more strong inside, I could not suppress long sighs and groans, and finally some screams. My stomach contracted with a strength he had never had, I repliais about myself, face half hidden in pillows, but my lover did not cease his movements, lovely me and exhausting me more more. I slid my hand between my legs and my fingers found the small bag he had sex at birth. I began to stroke, according to his movements and grunts more and stronger out of her throat. He repressed my hips in his hands to stop me against him, I felt him explode in me, and he slept on the side, leading with him. I was curled up like the nights when it is very cold, but I was boiling, and remained so long in me, breathing heavily and sweating so much that his hands finally drag my hips. Some time later, returning from the bathroom, instead of depositing me lying on the bed, as he usually did, he sat me on the edge, facing him and slipped standing between my legs. I was not very large, and my face came up to her sex, that pointed me as would an accusing finger. Slowly, he took my hand and put it around his member, and made me make small movements back and forth, not too tight. His cock responded to my every move, as I had already seen, but he put his hands behind my head and led me forward until my lips brush his living stem. I had a hesitation move, then I think that what he was doing with his tongue between my legs was the same, and that he had the right, with all the discoveries he made me do, I occupies me a little of it in this way too. I opened my mouth and he entered me.

I was surprised by the softness of her skin, this agreeable form between my lips, and his taste. I immediately started to suck, to walk my tongue in every corner, to lengthen and shorten the pace. I also tétais a little, and slipped the tip of my tongue into the small hole he had at the end. My lover soon began to move back and forth and I tried to match his pace. Remembering the feeling it gave me himself with his tongue, I began to lick its entire height. My other hand grabbed the birth of her sex and I stroked his little bag. His movements stimulated me, I increasingly want to keep it in me, and when he came out of my mouth a little, I will remettais more forcefully, squeezing a little more each time. I felt his shaft swell and tender, it was almost red rose, I devoured with open mouth, playing with both my lips, my tongue, my cheeks and even my teeth. I longed to keep me, then licked by around the end. Then I felt in my hand spasms of his member and two hands to my cheeks and pull my head back. Hot liquid spread on my throat and my upper chest and sank between my breasts. I watched my lover who was breathing heavily, half-closed eyes while stroking my cheek. Then, without saying anything, he pushed my shoulders to lie down and entered me. I felt then that I was already very wet inside. He entered and emerged without stopping more deeply in me. His chest sweating slipped on my chest making my breasts swell and harden their end. Spasms in my stomach came a blow, in that I could predict that they would come. I enlaçais my legs and pressed my pelvis to hers to make him stay with me. The days that followed, our meetings lasted more time, as we had to give us and so I wanted to stay with him. The farm people began to find this suspect, but they had no time to ask more questions. A week after the ultimate discovery that made me dream of the night and wake up with a start, sweating and humid, the garrison had invested the firm withdrew. Two days later, other soldiers came and told us that everything was over.