Honoré Gabriel Riqueti Mirabeau: The Raised Curtain or Laurin's Upbringing

When I came to myself, my surprise was great when I, feeling around in the same place, realized that I was completely wet. At first, I was very disturbed, but it dispersed the memory of the pleasure I had felt, and the special dream that had brought me pleasant images of my father caressing Lucette during the night. I was still sleeping when he came to wake me the next day with his embraces, which I returned with interest.

One evening, after dinner, we retreated to the room that belonged to me. He offered us liqueur. Hardly half an hour had passed when Lucette fell into a deep sleep. He then took me in his arms, carried me to his room, and laid me in bed. Surprised by this new arrangement, my curiosity immediately awakened. A little later, I got up and quietly ran to the glass doors and lifted the edge of the curtain. I was very astonished when I saw Lucette's breasts completely exposed. What lovely breasts! Two hemispheres white as snow, in the midst of which two budding strawberries, the color of excited skin, rested on her fingers. Firm as ivory, they moved only with her breathing.

My father looked at them, touched them, kissed them, and sucked them: nothing woke her. Soon he removed her clothes and brought her to the edge of the bed that was opposite the door where I was. He pulled off her shirt. I saw two thighs of alabaster, round and plump, which he parted. I then noticed a small rosy crack adorned with very dark hair. He opened it. He inserted his fingers inside, moving his hand strongly: nothing pulled her from her numbness. Excited by this sight, I imitated the movements I had seen on my little cat. I experienced a feeling that was unknown to me. My father laid her on the bed and went to the glass doors to close them. I fled and ran to dive into the bed in which he had placed me.

As soon as I stretched out, using the knowledge I had gained and thinking about what I had seen, I began rubbing again. I was all on fire. That feeling I experienced gradually increased and reached such strength that my soul, focused in the center of my being, left only at that place; for the first time I fell into an unknown state that enchanted me.

When I came to myself, my surprise was great when I, feeling around in the same place, realized that I was completely wet. At first, I was very disturbed, but it dispersed the memory of the pleasure I had felt, and the special dream that had brought me pleasant images of my father caressing Lucette during the night. I was still sleeping when he came to wake me the next day with his embraces, which I returned with interest.

From that day on, my dear and he seemed to understand each other best, although he no longer stayed in the morning so long beside us. They did not imagine that I was informed about anything and, in their security, during the day they often flirted, which was usually a preparation for joint retreats to her room, where they would stay for quite a while. I imagined they would repeat what I had already seen. At that time, I did not direct my thoughts any further. However, I was dying of desire to enjoy the same sight once more. You will understand, my dear, the strong desire that tormented me: finally, the moment had come when I had to learn everything.

Three days after the one I just told you about, wanting, at any cost, to satisfy my strange longing, when my father went out and my dear was busy, I devised to place a silk fabric in the corner of the curtain and to thread it through the corner opposite one of the pillows. When I did that, I did not wait to use it. The next day, my father, who was wearing only a taffeta gown, pulled Lucette, who was also lightly dressed: they made sure to close the door tightly and draw the curtain. But I overcame all obstacles, and my cunning succeeded, at least partially.

Not even two minutes had passed since I was impatiently waiting by the door when I gently lifted the curtain. I noticed Lucette. Her breasts were completely exposed. My father held them in his hands and covered them with kisses. But driven by desires, he soon threw her apron, corset, and shirt—all onto the floor. How beautiful she looked in that state! And how I loved to see her like that. Freshness and youthful charms spread over her. Dear Eugenia, the beauty of women has a very strange power, a very strong attraction, because it interests us too! Yes, my dear, it is touching, even for our sex, her beautiful rounded shapes, satin and shiny skin color! You allowed me to feel that in your arms, and you experienced it just as I did.

My father soon found himself in the same state he had left Lucette. The sight attracted me with its novelty. He carried her to an armchair that I could not identify. Consumed by curiosity, I no longer hid, I lifted the curtain until I could see them completely. Nothing escaped my gaze because nothing disturbed their pleasures. Lucette, lying on the bed, her backside up, legs spread, offered me to see the entire opening of her crack, between two small protrusions, thick and firm. That situation, which I owed to chance, was destined to fully satisfy my curious impatience. My father, with his knees raised, presented to my eyes a true gem, a large member, surrounded by hair to the root beneath which hung a ball. Its tip was red and half-covered with skin that seemed it could be pulled back even more. I saw it enter Lucette's crack, disappearing and appearing alternately.

They kissed with enthusiasm that showed me what pleasures they felt. Finally, I saw that device completely emerge, the tip fully exposed, red as a rose and all wet, ejecting a white liquid that violently squirted, spilling over Lucette's backside. Imagine, dear Eugenia, in what situation I found myself, having such an image before my eyes! Vividly excited, carried away by desires I did not yet know, I tried at least to participate in their intoxication. Dear friend, how the return to my young years is still pleasant for me!