Monamour

Kiss me Dario, please!

Kiss me on the neck.

Like you used to...

just one kiss, but sensual, passionate.

August 26th.

l don't know why l'm writing this at one in the morning.

l only know that if l don't,

l'll scream...

Dario is a wonderful husband and l love him,

but since we've been married l can't reach orgasm with him. Why?

What's wrong?

lt's only been six months since our...

wedding and things...

seem to get more boring, flavorless and banal every day.

What happened to all the enthusiasm, surprise, fun

and craziness we had before?

lf l catch you, you're dead!

l'll fix you, you naughty girl!

Oh yes, yes... Dario, lick me!

My pussy's on fire.

The satyr's crossroads... The Apostles' road to Gomorrah...

or the unhallowed alleyway to Sodom?

Oh no! Not this! Only when we're...

husband and wife.

Oh yes! Give it to me!

l've never come so much in my life!

They foisted it on me at the Literature Festival yesterday.

Why not take a look at it?

You know l trust yourjudgment... Dario.

You were sleeping so peacefully

l didn't want to wake you up!

"I found myself pressed against him without realizing it.

His mouth glued onto mine, his tongue scavenging greedily,

pushing itself into my parched throat.

I couldn't breathe, but I didn't break away.

l felt his muscles rippling against my breasts.

l breathed in his smell.

The groans ofthe dancers filled my ears...

and someone whispered that I was a whore.

But it all seemed so insignificant to me.

The stranger's hand under my skirt and on my ass

was all that I cared about. Those strong,

blundering hands that pressed me to his stomach

and compelled me to rub myself against his cock...

which seemed ready to burst out of his trousers.

Those same hands that invaded my panties...

and grabbed my pussy. His finger...

shot between my cunt lips like an arrow.

l was moist, open, yielding, he didn't meet any resistance.

I can still feel it now, his clumsy finger on my pussy...

and the cold shiver that ran down my spine.

l undid his trousers and kicked off my shoes.

My breath...

was short and my pussy was wet. l felt free...

to show my eagerness and my desire...

without shame."

Here it is.

The book made you nod off? l don't blame you for sleeping.

The Literature Festival is a total drag! Why don't you...

visit Palazzo Te?

How dare you! Stop!

What are you doing? Leave me alone!

You like the frescoes, huh?

Do you see those two?

Kids, look at the frescoes!

We're here to study Giulio Romano, pay attention.

He is cute, though!

Those lovely little tits!

That lovely little pussy!

Hurry up, we're late!

What are you waiting for?

l've got to tell you something...

You've gone over the limit on my credit card?

Well... l...

Hello?

Hello dear friend!

How can l tell him?

Today l cheated on you, my love.

Darling, l've been unfaithful!

Dario...l'm an adulteress.

What were you saying?

l wanted to tell you...

Do we really have to go to this party?

lt's the grand opening, do you want them to fire me?

There'll be lots of guests...

famous writers, you'll have fun.

What a drag!

"Business is business, my dear." As you say in the North ltaly...

Money calls for more money.

Come on, hurry up.

Honey, l was nearly raped today!

l said this lovely little pussy

was speared like a bird on a skewer.

Did you hear, darling?

l said that l was raped!

l hear you...

l heard you!

But... nearly or actually?

You don't believe me?

Of course l do, darling. Who by?

That Moroccan waiter in the hotel?

No, by a stranger.

At Palazzo Te.

The fantasies of a neglected wife?

Look, l even enjoyed it!

Oh, really?

Seeing as you're so outrageous, don't wear any panties to the party.

You say it as if l wouldn't be capable!

Come on, you'll make me late!

fuck off, you know!

l'd like to place one lover in front of the other and say:

is this the current trend?

The heart can no longer...

shoot its load. The ass...

is a great leveler.

The pussy...

is the mind's eye.

What a vulgar poetry!

Not at all! The signifier is the real signified!

Eroticism loses all cultural value that way, it becomes pornography.

ls it true, maestro, that pornography is to eroticism...

- what the blowjob is to fellatio? - Exactly.

lt's just a matter of semantics and language.

Of tongues, if anything!

Question: Did art become pornography...

- or pornography become art? - Sex is the only thing...

that keeps your publishing houses afloat.

And the Bible, it's always the number one seller.

Excess, Religion and sex, a recipe for success! Cheers!

Stop it!

They can see us.

"Whores in Love". 200,000 copies in a month!

- Who? - Max Zanouk.

One of our most promising authors.

Ah, congratulations.

Bravo!

- You expected to see me here... - Please, not here.

You've got no panties on!

So what, it's just...

- to spite my husband. - ls that why you're all wet too?

Leave me alone. lt's all the wine l've drunk.

l've been dreaming about this for a long time.

Marta Bortoluzzi!

Silvia!

How nice to see you again!

- Staying for the whole festival? - Yes, till Sunday.

Wonderful!

- And Dario? - He's here too.

And your husband?

Unfortunately Henry's had to stay in Paris...

You know how it is... work, the publishing house.

l'm here with francois...

- his secretary. Remember him? - Of course, sure.

He was at Torcello the day you got married. But...

did we interrupt something?

No, not at all. l'm on my way to the bathroom.

- Will you come with me? - l'd love to!

We've got so much to talk about.

Congratulation!

- When did you start going without? - lt's not what you think.

- Oh, no? - No.

lt's Dario's fault.

You're lucky you still play those games!

l told you, it's not like that. ln fact...

things aren't going too well between us.

You mean in bed?

l can't orgasm with him anymore.

But that's normal, darling!

After marriage, it happens to everyone sooner or later!

- lt happened to me too. - Really? And what did you do?

Why do you think l came to the festival with francois?

He's notjust Henry's secretary...

he's also an incredible... stud!

You don't feel guilty for cheating on your husband?

Not at all. l feel really good.

ln fact, so good that things have even improved with Henry.

- ln what way? - Every way.

Even in bed. Jealousy...

my dear Martina, is the strongest aphrodisiac.

There's nothing better than suspicion...

to rekindle your partner's desire.

Believe me!

find someone who'll give you a good fucking.

You couldn't give Dario a better present.

Someone...

like that man you were with, for example.

But l only met him this evening, l don't even know his name!

Sometimes you don't need names or a long time.

You need something else...

that's long...

But... to be unfaithful to Dario,

screw with someone else... l don't know if l could.

You could, darling. You could.

The notorious "quick one"!

You've just got to do it right.

Meaning?

Get your priorities right.

What priorities?

The legitimate ones.

l only let francois use the rear entrance.