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  madames
 
10:21am 27/11/2002
  Darling Lady,

How thrilling it was to see you and Charlie waiting at the docks. You in your aubergine velvet hat and veil looking everso mysterious, and dear Charlie in his smart navy blue and shiny brass buttons. Both of you looking more than a bit mischevious - I suspect you two had gotten reacquainted before my arrival! And how kind of him to open the Raja's suite for us. All the more space for the intimate gathering that very evening. The gentle rocking of the ship, the delicacies in that basket dear Charlie had arranged to be brought aboard. The look on his flushed and mustachioed face as I fed you the sweet and savory morsels. When I carelessly dripped the warmed Tuscan olive oil onto your exposed cleavage and licked you clean I thought the good Captain would faint with desire! I nearly did myself.

What an evening it was. I had no idea you had such interesting devices in your steamer trunk. How organized of you to think of bringing them along. Oh, and I was lucky enough to contact the gentleman artist of those prints in the Raj's suite - it is a miniature but by no means insignificant. I enclose it with this letter as a memento of our recent journey, for you with my fondest regards.

Let's meet again soon.

S.

 
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  lady_longmore
 
03:35pm 24/11/2002
  Sweet Madame -

Good News! As I arrived at the dock early I had opportunity meet the officers who will be our crew. Can you guess? The ship will be in the most capable hands of none other than Captain Charles Worthington Cabot. Can you imagine? Our own Charlie! Do you remember the Rose Festival in Barcelona? He was such a rogue! And what a greeting he gave me. I always forget how a mustache can tickle... He was quite pleased to hear that we would be accompanying him on this journey. He beseeched me to inform him the moment that you arrived, so he may give you his personal welcome. He was also most kind and generous and would not hear of us staying in the stateroom we had booked. He insisted we make use of the Raja's personal suite, as he is currently on a political tour of the far east. Wait till you see it, darling, how very exotic! Rich brass ornamentation, plush rugs, gigantic palms and a beautiful collection of framed prints which seem to be quite educational. You will approve, I assure you.

What fun we are going to have! Seeing you again at the Cafe Desiree was beyond my expectation. You grow more glowing and beautiful each time I see you, and seem to emanate a charm that no earthly person is immune to. Did you see the look on that waiter's face? As if he could not believe his good fortune that we would again grace his presence after our last meeting there. Though he quickly regained his composure and took command of the opportunity.

I didn't even know the cafe possessed a private room, did you? How quaint it was with the fire crackling in the grate and the worn but comfortable velvet armchairs. And that hot chocolate he brought was such an elixir! I dare say laced with more than a drop of rum. As we warmed and shed our cloaks the garcon seemed to inhale our aromas, as though they would be definable in that cinnamon and chocolate steeped room. And you coy thing! Giving him a sly wink as you unwound your hair and shook it free. And when your hand reached for the cup from his tray and brushed against the front of his trousers, it was all I could do to keep from bursting with laughter. The resulting bulge was quite impressive, though, and as I caught your eye I knew the game was afoot. Who would be the first to sample the treasure hidden within those beckoning folds?

Oh, cheri, as I write of this encounter I grow quite flush and restless. I must lay aside my pen for a moment. Soon you and I will once again be together and embarking on a new adventure. Hurrah!

soon,
Lady L
 
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  madames
 
04:37pm 12/11/2002
  My dear friend,

You *are* a naughty thing mentioning those indiscretions! You won't mind then if I write of your own peccadilloes will you? I wink as I write this, but I do remember your eyes glazing over as my deft fingers found their way into your petticoats under the table, and your gasp as they met the warm soft flesh of your thighs. Warming my cold fingers on your skin, skin so soft above the garter, and I remember the heat as my fingers crept higher, all the while talking softly to you of the delectable sweets available on the bill of fare -- under the watchful eye of that handsome young waiter! He was such a shy boy, wasn't he? If he had dared, he would have met with a delightful afternoon romp, such was our amorous state that day.

Speaking of states, I must tear myself away from pen and paper to do my own packing. I must ask Lisette to pack that favorite of yours, the black-laced corset with the silk trimmings. Off we go on a new adventure, dear Lady, and my every waking moment is consumed with anticipation!

kisses,

Madame S
 
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  lady_longmore
 
11:26am 12/11/2002
  Dearest-

I too, am warm with anticipation of our next adventure. You are not only my favorite traveling companion, but the most kindred of spirits.

Oh, yes, the Cafe Desiree. Most delightedly. And how would I ever forget our last meeting there? We were lucky the weather was dark and rainy and the place virtually deserted. As I sat in that nook by the window at the worn oak table, inhaling the heady aroma of espresso mixed with cinnamon, I watched the slick cobblestones for your arrival. What a vision you were, that fabulous aubergine velvet cloak protecting you from the damp air! Your cheeks were flushed as you sat beside me on the tapestry cushions of the heavy wooden settee. I was so filled with delight at the sight of you that I quite forgot myself and flung my arms about you. Even now, scent of cinnamon brings to mind the taste of your sweet lips.

Tra la, what fun that was. After the only other patron had made his departure the poor waiter had one to focus his attentions on but us. At first he seemed a trifle disconcerted at our passionate embrace, but as he approached the table, his tray loaded down with our cafe au lait and pastries, I noticed a certain inconsistency in his trousers that told me he was not unaffected by the scene. I am afraid once we had him enthralled we teased the poor young man mercilessly. The way you licked the foam from the rim of your cup, I suspect he was nearly faint with desire. You wicked girl! You know you only spur me on with these displays of yours. Remember how I waited until he was feigning insouciance behind the counter, though I knew his eyes were upon us, and I reached out and slipped my hand into your creamy cleavage? Mmm. What heaven. The waiter's pose grew rigid across the room as he watched me give your nipple a tender squeeze. As I removed my hand you gently kissed my finger tips which I then waggled at the young man in greeting...

Oooh, you vixen. How I do look forward to our next journey. My trunks are nearly packed and I've sent Quist out on a mission to provide a hamper with our favorite delectables as well as several bottles of bubbly for the voyage. I shall count the days until your sweet face once more graces The Cafe Desiree.

yours,

Lady L
 
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  madames
 
12:14pm 11/11/2002
  My Dear Lady L,

With a flutter of excitement I anticipate our next journey together. Never have my adventures been as sweet or as satisfying as when they are with you. Shall we meet next week at the usual spot? Our favorite cafe, with the warm sweet smell of cinnamon in the air. The windows steamed. I'll wait at the small table in the window, all the better to see you when you arrive. Remember the time in that window seat last time? When we became so carried away with our welcoming caresses we forgot we were on display to the street outside? The waiter that dark afternoon was attentive indeed...

Tell me my friend, will you come?

with much affection,

Madame S
 
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