Milán Trüffel, or the Fortunes and Misfortunes of an Adventurer
Milán Trüffel, or the Fortunes and Misfortunes of an Adventurer

Summary/Abstract: It had been a year since I first met Zelma, and it was more out of guilty conscience than love that I equipped myself with a gift for the anniversary. By then I was bored with her. I was not truly in love with her even early on in our relationship; at first I was enthralled by her docility, then by her very wildness, for she turned wild in bed. I became her captive so to say, when I saw her nipples burst out of their pod, her clit emerge, and when I nibble on her calves she turns me into a savage male with her passionate cries, the averting of her eyes and, later on, her deep moaning. All the same, time and habit… In the course of my travels increasingly often I sought (and found) country beauties, and there were times when I did not go near the theatre for days on end. Zelma mutely tolerated this with never even a single word of reproach, and when I returned to her she would look up at me with tearfilled eyes and embrace me. So I equipped myself with a nice gift for the anniversary, which, in strictest confidence, I also conceived of as being a parting gift.

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