Mon amour
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- 2006
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Kiss me Dario, please!
Kiss me on the neck.
Like you used to...
just one kiss, but sensual,
passionate.
August 26th.
I don't know why I'm writing this
at one in the morning.
I only know that if I don't,
I'll scream.
Dario is a wonderful husband
and I love him,
but since we've been married
I can't reach orgasm with him.
Why? What's wrong?
It's only been six months
since our wedding
and things seem to get more boring,
flavourless and banal every day.
What happened to all
the enthusiasm, surprise, fun
and craziness we had before?
If I catch you, you're dead!
I'll fix you, you naughty girl!
Oh yes... yes... Dario, lick me!
My p*ssy'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!
I'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
I trust your judgement. Dario.
You were sleeping so peacefully
I didn't want to wake you up!
"I found myself pressed against him
without realising 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.
I felt his muscles rippling against
my breasts. I breathed in his smell.
The groans of the 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 p*ssy.
His finger shot between
my c*nt lips like an arrow.
I was moist, open, yielding,
he didn't meet any resistance.
I can still feel it now, his clumsy
finger on my p*ssy
and the cold shiver that ran
down my spine.
I undid his trousers
and kicked off my shoes.
My breath was short
and my p*ssy was wet.
I felt free to show
my eagerness
and my desire without shame. "
Here it is.
The book made you nod off?
I don't blame you for sleeping.
The Literature Festival
is a total drag!
Why don't you visit Palazzo Te?
How dare you!
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 p*ssy!
Hurry up, we're late!
What are you waiting for?
I've got to tell you something...
You've gone over the limit
on my credit card?
Well... I...
Hello?
Of course I'm not busy!
How can I tell him?
Today I cheated on you, my love.
Darling, I've been unfaithful!
Dario... I'm an adulteress.
Well? You were saying?
I wanted to tell you...
Do we really have to go
to this party?
It'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!
As you say in the North-East,
"Business is business. "
Come on, hurry up.
I was nearly raped today!
I said this lovely little p*ssy
was speared like a bird on a skewer.
Did you hear, darling?
I said that I was raped!
I understood!
Nearly or actually?
You don't believe me?
Of course I do, darling. Who by?
That Moroccan waiter in the hotel?
No, by a stranger.
At Palazzo Te.
The fantasies of a neglected wife?
Look, I even enjoyed it!
Oh, really?
Seeing as you're so outrageous,
don't wear any panties to the party.
You say it as if
I wouldn't be capable!
Come on, you'll make me late!
F*** off!
I'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 leveller.
The p*ssy is the minds eye.
How vulgar!
Not at all! The signifier
is the real signified!
Eroticism loses all cultural value
that way, it becomes pornography.
Is it true, maestro,
that pornography is to eroticism
what the blow job is to fellatio?
Exactly, it's just a matter
of semantics and language.
Of tongues, if anything!
Does art become pornography
or vice versa?
Sex is the only thing that keeps
your publishing houses afloat.
And the Bible,
it's always the number one seller.
Religion, sex, excess,
a recipe for success! Cheers!
Stop it!
They can see us.
"Whores in Love".
- Who?
- Max Zanouk.
One of our most promising authors.
Ah, congratulations.
You expected to see me here...
- Please, not here.
- You've got no panties on!
So what,
it's just to spite my husband.
- Is that why you're all wet too?
- Leave me alone.
It's all the wine I've drunk.
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.
I'm here with Franois,
- His secretary. Remember him?
- Of course.
He was at Torcello
the day you got married.
But... did we interrupt something?
No, not at all.
I'm on my way to the bathroom.
- Will you come with me?
- I'd love to!
We've got so much to talk about.
Congratulations!
- When did you start going without?
- It's not what you think.
- Oh, no?
- No!
- It's Dario's fault.
- You're lucky you play those games!
I told you, it's not like that.
In fact, things aren't going too well
between us.
- You mean in bed?
- I can't orgasm with him anymore.
But that's normal, darling!
It happens to everyone
sooner or later!
- It happened to me too.
- And what did you do?
Why do you think I came
to the festival with Francois?
He's not just Henry's secretary,
he's an incredible stud!
You feel guilty
for cheating on your husband?
There's guilt and guilt.
I feel really good.
In fact, so good that things
have even improved with Henry.
- In 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 f***ing.
You couldn't give Dario
a better present.
Someone... like that man
you were with, for example.
But I only met him this evening,
I 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...
- I don't know if I 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.
I only let Franois use
the rear entrance.
The front one is reserved
for Henry.
You're such a slut!
Congratulations, ma'am. The ass
isn't just for making poo-poo.
And as they say in my neck
of the woods, it hasn't got a meter!
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