The forbidden act

Dear Sir Williard,

It is morning now, my head throbs painfully. In spite of having a splendid breakfast of eggs ham and light toasted pastries delivered to my room, I've had almost nothing to eat, although I did finish the entire carafe of coffee that accompanied the meal. I have reread my last entry and can only wonder what you must be thinking of me. I crossed my mind to burn this entire collection and write a simple note that follows the norms of our profession leaving out any of the salacious details that are so disturbing. It would be far easier for both of us, especially because of what happened last night when I returned to Saminya eager for more of her mocha-coloured sweetness.

She was you will remember, Sir Williard, tied spread-eagle upon the bed with her hips elevated by the use of all four of the pillows that came with the bed with her lovely face pressed into the mattress as she pulled on the ropes that held her tightly. At the time I remember feeling a sense of pride at my handywork (unlike sailors, teamsters and other craftsmen I have little experience with knots) Saminya was stretched out helplessly and could barely move as I ran my hands over every inch of her flesh. Now, in the light of day and with my head no longer muddled with **** and am filled with dreadful remorse, but at the time I delighted in every twitch and quiver the lovely thing gave as I explored every erogenous zone I had ever heard of.

For the record: feet - not so much; back of the knees - yes; behind the ear - most definitely yes; hips - not particularly; base of the neck - yes. Of course I spent a good deal of time on the more commonly known pleasure zones, my captive was most responsive to both gentle stroking of the sides of her breasts and the much harder pinching and twisting of her dark brown nipples.

Do not think I was torturing Dr. Miller's lovely nurse, well not in the sense of causing pain without pleasure, although she was begging me to satisfy her using terms and language that was most improper for any of the fairer sex. During my slow teasing I had deliberately avoided Saminya's inner thighs, and vigina, but I now turned my attention to this the most private place on a woman and began a very careful inspection of her sex. With her hips lifted so high I had wonderful access to this entire territory, I teased her dripping labia with my digits noting the swollen clitoris that I read about in the course of my medical studies. I had heard of men using their tongues to pleasure their lovers, and at the time in my aroused state it seemed like a good idea to lick and suck the drops of moisture that beaded up on her pink lips. Although the skin of this Hindustani was a dark tan shade, the inner anatomy of this lovely creature was indistinguishable from that of any woman of European descent.

I wonder sometimes if we as medical professionals spend too much time and effort delineating and categorizing the twenty or so identified racial phenotypes and not enough on how similar we all are under the skin.

I find as has so often happened in this letter that I digress whenever the subject matter becomes too uncomfortable. With my mouth on Saminya's sex, I used one hand to stimulate the hard nub at the top of her slit but my other hand explored in the other direction, teasing at the puckered opening of her rectum. I was truly surprised by the effect of this stimulation on the woman, the flow of her juices increased noticeably as did her involuntary movements and vocalizations; the more I massaged the area the stronger the response until the tip of my finger popped into her and she mewed like a cat in heat. For as long as I could, I licked and stroked her until I could stand it no longer and then I tried for myself the forbidden act.

For the record Sir Williard, I have never in my life even thought of sodomizing a woman, but last night I was like a man possessed. It is unclear to me if Saminya had ever had a man take her in this manner, by the time I was slowly pushing my way into her tight passage she was no longer communicating clearly. Most of her vocalizations were either random grunts and moans or words in a native language that I did not understand. The feeling of her rectum expanding slowly to accommodate my size and the knowledge that bound as she was, that I was in complete control only added to my intense pleasure. I did not last long under these conditions and once again I found myself pulsing my seed into her as she lay beneath me. It was an unforgettable experience and all the more memorable because it is one that I know I could never repeat, at least not with an English colonial woman.

I sent Saminya away in the early morning after taking her one last time - this time in a more conventional manner and I can report with satisfaction that even after my repeated climaxes of last night that I had no trouble bring both myself and the now well tamed Saminya to one more pleasant conclusion.

By the clock, it is now close to 10:00 AM (local time) and having written this entry I feel slightly better. I have decided not to destroy this letter - I cannot mail it anyway as according to the concierge, Kanda is still not responding to any messages from our city. So I will continue with my initial intention to document as honestly and completely as I can my experiences here on this my new home. In the course of putting the text on paper I find I have eaten two of the biscuits and most of the eggs. Perhaps in an hour or two I will have the strength to face Dr. Miller with my response to his note.