The Raconteur - A tobacco pipe. [part 5 of 5]
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Dear readers, I have been reminded of the time that I sported a tobacco pipe. Money was a thing that I had not, for although it would have been possible for me to earn a high living as a "Rake," I could not bring myself to charge for services that pleased me so; that the women had no money either was, of course, an added factor. Thus, tobacco being expensive, I merely sucked at the clay stem, looking even more suave than before. Now that I am reminded, I take down from the mantle shelf my most treasured relic of those times: a briar bowl with amber mouthpiece. This was a present to me from my dearest Sophie and was stolen from a large store of expensive items in the Papal city of Avignon. One may think this a simple gift from a simple girl to a simple man; I prefer "unsophisticated" to "simple." I thanked her and promised to repay her in the way that she loved: energetic fornication in which, at one stage, we sample and savour each other's genitals at one and the same time. "Gaston, my handsome, brave and accomplished lover, I am sure that you will as ever excel and please me until I pass out with divine pleasure," she acknowledged. "But I wish to teach you a use for the present that may not at first be obvious to you." In order to give me just a taste of what was to come and to ...
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Dear readers, I have been reminded of the time that I sported a tobacco pipe. Money was a thing that I had not, for although it would have been possible for me to earn a high living as a "Rake," I could not bring myself to charge for services that pleased me so; that the women had no money either was, of course, an added factor. Thus, tobacco being expensive, I merely sucked at the clay stem, looking even more suave than before. Now that I am reminded, I take down from the mantle shelf my most treasured relic of those times: a briar bowl with amber mouthpiece. This was a present to me from my dearest Sophie and was stolen from a large store of expensive items in the Papal city of Avignon. One may think this a simple gift from a simple girl to a simple man; I prefer "unsophisticated" to "simple." I thanked her and promised to repay her in the way that she loved: energetic fornication in which, at one stage, we sample and savour each other's genitals at one and the same time. "Gaston, my handsome, brave and accomplished lover, I am sure that you will as ever excel and please me until I pass out with divine pleasure," she acknowledged. "But I wish to teach you a use for the present that may not at first be obvious to you." In order to give me just a taste of what was to come and to ...
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