Chapter 1
The Seeds Of Ecstasy
My name is Monique. I am 35 and a daughter of the Belgian aristocracy. My father was Ambassador of H.R.H. King Albert of Belgium to the former Italian court and my grandfather was a military attaché to King Leopold II.
However, since this can be of little interest to you, I shall relate my story. But don't be alarmed; this shall be no ordinary story, but will initiate some of you into my sexual experiences and by and by you will learn how I lost my virginity together with my special little ways of making love ...
My first memories are of a beautiful mansion, full of life and movement, with numerous rooms and servants which to my young eyes all seemed to be exclusively attending to my well-being.
A little later everything suddenly changed. We moved to a small apartment; gone were the retinue of lackeys, servants and chauffeurs, and we were left with only one maid.
My father was more often in Brussels than at Bruges. It seemed he was always on business; I afterwards found out that this business consisted of poker sessions at the "Cercle Noble" and conscientiously doing all the Brussels nightclubs: the "Merry Grill," "Savoy," "Pavilion Marcel," etc ...
While there, his chief business was the pleasure of downing champagne and having fun and games with scantily-clad chorus beauties.
The few times we saw him, he was always charming, good-humored and full of attention for my mother and myself. The household was joyful as in the old days. But these exceptional qualities were not sufficient to keep up a family and lead a life of pleasure on the side. To sum it all up, his "Don Juan" character ruined us.
At that time I was about 13 and had been at the Convent of the Holy Childhood three years, together with the daughters of Bruges' nobility.
I will now tell you of my first adventure with Eliane Van X, daughter of a lieutenant-colonel, who was there with me.
A lot of stupid things have been written about childhood friendships. One thing is certain: when schoolmate relations deepen to strong affection, nine times out of ten, handshakes and innocent kisses are followed by less innocuous and unsullied caresses.
Eliane pleased me right from the start. She had a luscious figure, wide eyes and a very attractive little mouth; an angelic smile lit up her face. But to me her voice was a special attraction. For so young a girl, she had a deep musical voice whose caressing tones sent me into heavenly ecstasy.
At 13 she initiated me into sensual delight.
At the age of 11, I knew nothing of sex. True, I used to laugh stupidly with the others at thinly veiled jokes, but I did not understand them. I washed my hips and my most intimate regions with the same indifference as my hands and ears.
Then came Eliane. Right away I loved her, I adored her. She attracted and conquered me. Everything about her seemed radiant and even a little unreal and captivating. I used to kiss the photo she had given me with the same ardor as my rosary and holy medals. Young children are often irresistibly attracted to someone evil. Eliane at 13 was already thoroughly vicious and perverted.
It is due to her that I developed so young this need for sexual debauchery and rapturous voluptuousness which maturity and circumstances have made me blossom out into what I am today: a perfect fucking prostitute.