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Inferno Canto V Updated- We Read No More that Night

Our favorite time was with a couple visiting from Germany: he was a businessman, and he had a longtime affair with the woman who accompanied him. She was a very good writer, and we had a joyous correspondence before they arrived, which included exchanges of Sappho’s erotic verse.

When we met in their hotel room, after dinner together, we began sharing how much the confessions of our correspondence set us on fire. The woman then took out of her pocketbook a copy of something I had written, and she asked me to read it aloud for her.

I took the paper in hand, and as I did so, sitting in the chair across from me, she said waiting just a moment. She undid her blouse, unhooked and removed her bra, stripped off her panties and hiked up her skirt, spreading her legs wide enough for us all to see.

She asked me to read slowly, and as I did so, she began playing with herself, one hand on her nipple and the other taking her pussy. I read for five or six minutes, and as I neared the end, she did too, timing herself, so when I finished, so too did she, taking herself shortly to climax, her face turning beet red as she exploded.

It was amazing. We couldn’t believe it. She was near breathless; we were near speechless. She asked if we wanted to see it again. Of course we said yes. She took another letter I had written that ended with a Sappho poem. She made herself more comfortable, taking off her skirt, her blouse all the way open.

This time she read it, again slowly, taking herself as she read it to us, bringing herself to another beautiful climax. Our letters served as our go between, as a romance did for Paolo and Francesca in Dante’s Inferno: she invited us into the bedroom of their suite. It was now time to incarnate words in the flesh.

It was our hottest ever act of ice breaking with another couple.