Yes, he needs a different approach

Dear Sir Williard,

Five days have passed since my last entry, and it is clear to me that my initial optimism regarding the extreme stressing of my physical form is not a permanent solution to controlling my libido. As I intend to detail below, my sexual drive has neither decreased nor the perverse nature of these desires moderated in the least. However I have not abandoned my intent to detail, in a complete and clinical manner, the stated purpose of my original letter. It is my hope that these notes will provide the reader greater understanding of the particular challenges that the colonists on Rajah-4 face, not a licentious account of my sexual prowess. Although, during this week nothing new or different has impelled me to write, I feel it is important to provide a faithfully account of my life, no matter how uncomfortable these events may be to recount.

Nothing my lord, would make me happier than to report that my plan to use physical exertion to calm the needs that have overtaken my life and apparently the lives of all the colonists on this otherwise Eden of a planet, however at best this strategy could be only part of the solution. My life has settled into a shameful routine that is far from ideal.

Each morning at dawn I take out the shell and scull up the river for about 30 minutes and then return. Once home I return to my room where I am met by Akemi, who tends to my sexual needs that by this time in the morning are already quite distracting. Twice this week the pretty young maid used her amazing mouth to bring me to climax, but I find I prefer to feel her slender body writhing helplessly under mine on the great bed. I will omit the sordid details of these morning trysts but I will note that the desire to control and dominate my partner is stronger here on Rajah-4 than it was on Earth. I also urge you my lord, to determine for yourself just how pleasing a trained geisha can be. Not only is Akemi a lovely creature with soft smooth skin whose large dark almond shaped eyes are delightfully expressive, but she is wonderfully inventive and skilled in the nature of all things sexual. I realize now how simple I, (and many other British subjects) are when it comes to the act of coupling. Already I have been introduced to several new positions and postures which change the nature of the act, and Akemi has led me to believe that the are close to a hundred other named positions that she has been trained in.

Perhaps one of the greatest revelations I have to report is that the female parties in these unions can feel some of the same primitive pleasures that the males experience; furthermore I find that bringing both Akemi and Hilda to these female climaxes provides me with as much satisfaction as I feel from my own release. I now better understand why the moans and cries of the prostitutes that serve the students of King's College quicken the pace of the young men's ejaculation. Clearly, no British doctor would want to pursue an investigation of this phenomenon when it would be impossible to publish the results in any reputable journal, but I wonder if perhaps the more open culture of the East has enabled their peoples to discover some of the mysteries of the fairer sex that have to this point evaded our scholars.

I have digressed. Following our morning tryst, Akemi washes and shaves me and Andrews arrives with freshly pressed white trousers and jacket; I am still waiting for my trunks to arrive from Kandar and so my wardrobe is quite limited. I walk to Dr. Miller's offices where I spend most of my day treating patients in the traditional sense. I have now fulfilled my additional obligation to Dr. Miller on a half dozen occasions, providing stud services to (what I can only assume were) some of the finest matrons of Rajah-4. I could not say who these women were, even if it were my nature to gossip, as invariably I would enter the room only after the fine Lady in question had been layed out upon a examination table behind the privacy of a screen that covered her from the waist up. I could see only the pale white legs of the woman spread wide in stirrups before me. The woman's labia appear to be already prepared by one of one of Dr. Miller's nurses, the petals of her sex parted and glistening with lubricant.

I am pleased to report Sir Williard, that the fine ladies in question seem quite satisfied by the thorough treatment they receive. In spite of already having relieved myself at least once while still at home, I have little trouble rising to the occasion, in fact seeing only the woman's lower half spread open before me appeals to my manly desires. By using my new-found knowledge of the female anatomy, I not only fill their wombs with my virile seed but I also stimulate the unknown Lady layed out before me into experiencing significant amounts of sexual pleasure. If at times I get a little rough as I pound as deeply as I can into their splayed vaginas I hear no complaints from the other side of the curtain. Understandably at this point these women were not interested in small talk, or for that matter talk of any kind other than the occasional outburst of crude profanities intended (I suspect) to stimulate me into spilling as much sperm as possible into their wombs.

As you see my lord, I have not found these extra duties anywhere nearly as onerous as I had once anticipated. Not knowing the identities of the patients in question turns out not to be much of a factor at all, in fact Sir Williard, the element of mystery adds in a very perverse way to the pleasure I find as I breed these women. Knowing that in time I will surely meet these women again in a social setting and that their bellies are swelling with my seed appeals to me in a very primal male nature. That I have already met all of these women, I am sure. My morning rounds would often be interrupted by Dr. Miller who'd invite me to join him and several fine Ladies for tea and pastries in his office. The real purpose of these little morning teas are for these wealthy wives of the company's executives to assess the appropriateness of the seed that might be fertilizing their eggs. I would be questioned carefully about my family, and education; often times one or more of these ladies would find an excuse to palpate my biceps or feel the muscles of my thigh much like I was a bullock in a country fair - which really is not far from the truth. Later that same day, it is my belief that one or more of those same Ladies were layed open before me whimpering with pleasure as I did my best to implant a new British citizen in the womb of the unknown client.

I found however, Sir Williard, that in the morning these same elegant women are quite pleased to have the chance to meet me and I found them quite entertaining. These women although easily as old as my mother and her friends were both physically fit and genuinely charming although like most of their gender lacking in rigorous intellectual discipline. I was questioned about the fashions being worn in Paris and London (of which I knew essentially nothing), the various scandals involving the royal family (of which I knew even less) and also on two separate occasions about the hauntings of my villa. Like Miss Alice, these social icons were curious as to whether I had been troubled by the spirit of Katheryn Alterson who drowned while fleeing a River Pirate raid, her poor body swept away in the swollen waters of the Arjun.

It took only a little prodding on my part to get these gossipy women to disclose how Miss Alterson's badly decomposed body (wearing only a short nightgown) was found over a month later trapped in a tangle of roots when the waters receded. For my part, I was far more interested in hearing more about the River Pirates who are not by any accounts phantasmal apparitions, but rather a well documented periodic hazard to those dwelling along the planet's rivers. I was as surprised as you, Sir Williard, to learn of this new and as far as I can recall (at least on Earth) unreported danger to the brave colonists of this new frontier. From the ladies in Dr. Miller's gathering I have gleaned the following information: The raiders usually appear on the rivers in springtime especially on nights with clear skies and full moons. Groups of up to twenty masked men arrive in fast-moving power boats not unlike my own Anna-Leigh. The raiders travel along the flooded waterways, swarming over vulnerable riverfront properties, stealing valuables, destroying property and, most heinously of all, savagely ravaging any and all of the women that fall into their clutches.

Thankfully, Sir Williard, I have several months before the spring floods and the return of this new threat to my villa and the safety of my staff. At the moment I have more pressing concerns. Today after our luncheon break Dr. Miller summoned me into an examination room to meet a new patient. The young woman in question was none other than Miss Alice who had apparently been sincere in her warning that if I did not reach out to her she would visit me at my place of work.

"It seems Dr. Baxter," I was informed with just a hint of irritability, "that this young woman is determined that only you have the knowledge and skills needed to address her condition." He left me in the examination room with the lovely young woman who was wearing a yellow chintz walking dress which displayed her lovely shoulders, much of her pale bosom, slender waist and nearly all of her shapely calves.

"Please don't be angry with me Dr. Baxter." She whispered softly as I tried to hide my surprise. "There's something very important that I need to speak with you about."