Mistress…

“A mistress? To whom? The man who fucks my ass three times a week and had me drink his cum before I even had my first communion? Mistress to the 50-year-old cow with six grandchildren who rubs her cunt against my tiny body?

Mistress to the pig who takes a dump on me while my mother gives him head? Mistress to the bandit who makes me watch as he whips my mother’s cunt, the cunt I was born from? Whipped until it bleeds.”

Pierre Louÿs – Three Daughters of their Mother

I felt the lovely tree living

I undressed to climb a tree; my naked thighs embraced the smooth and humid bark; my sandals climbed upon the branches. High up, but still beneath the leaves and shaded from the heat, I straddled a wide-spread fork and swung my feet into the void. It had rained. Drops of water fell and flowed upon my skin. My hands were soiled with the moss and my heels were reddened by the crushed blossoms. I felt the lovely tree living when the wind passed through it; so I locked my legs tighter, and crushed my open lips to the hairy nape of a bough.

Pierre Louÿs
The Songs of Bilitis

once he is in me nothing else exists

He crushes me so hard that I shall break, frail little creature that I know I am; but once he is in me nothing else exists, and I could have my four limbs cut away without awakening from my ecstasy.

Pierre Louÿs
The Songs of Bilitis