Sex & The Book / Love and obsession in Loulou Morin's erotic verses

Madame de V *** sees only black is a little erotic gem veiled in mystery, published in Paris in 1955. It is printed by a fictitious publishing house, À la Mauvaise Graine, with the pseudonym of Loulou Morin, nickname of the illustrious writer Louise de Vilmorin, to whom the text often seems to wink, starting with the title. Louise, in fact, born in Verrières-le-Buisson in 1902 and died in 1969, had published the novel only four years earlier. Madame de *** , recognized among the masterpieces of twentieth-century literature.She had also been the author of numerous novels, collections of poems, essays and screenplays (we remember in particular Les Amants by Louis Malle e Une histoire immortelle, by Orson Welles, to whom he made the famous promise: "I love you all my life, tonight").

More than her literary work, however, the book seems to evoke the whole world - proposing itself as a real satire of costume - that Vilmorin represented, the last of the great ladies of the "civilization of the salons", a cultured and aristocratic woman who did not stop never to travel and fall in love, forging important ties with intellectuals, nobles and artists of the time. Born in the Vilmorin castle to a family of illustrious botanists (hence the fictitious name of the publishing house of our erotic gem), she became engaged to Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, before marrying the American Henry Leigh Hunt (with lots of transfer to Las Vegas), in second the Count Erdöd, in the third the writer André Malraux, becoming - between marriages - the lover of Paul Esterházy and Duff Cooper.

They often went to the cinema.
There, thanks to the darkness, he slipped a hand under her skirt and began to titillate the trigger.
She then unbuttoned his trousers, extracted his cock from his panties, which squirted out imperiously and slowly brought it to him, in order to make the pleasure last longer and make it sharper.
When she understood, from the throbbing of her veins, that she was about to cum, she bent over that monstrous dick, stuck it between her teeth, felt the sperm splash down her throat, perfume her whole mouth with the taste of exotic countries. And finally, under the caress of her Doudou's fingers, already smirking with his dew, she too was cumming.

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Maroussia de V *** became the widow, during the war, of her husband Monsieur de V ***, twenty years older than her and always very unwilling to satisfy her sexually. She therefore never really knew pleasure, until - offered as a volunteer nurse in a hospital - she meets Doudou, a black man wounded in battle, whose beauty and sensuality soon end up seducing her. She puts aside then the trinkets with which she used to masturbate, resigned to experiencing pleasure alone, to begin with the handsome inpatient a story with a high erotic rate, which will continue in his Parisian apartment. The war, however, will take him away definitively and then a desperate and impossible search for someone who can replace Doudou in his bed and in his heart will begin for Maroussia, even going as far as Dakar. Here, after many misadventures, she will finally find a man who seems to resemble him in all respects and satisfy her in the same way. However, Madame de V *** will soon have to realize that love is something very different from obsession and only by getting rid of the latter, perhaps, the real one can come ...

"We always love human beings through the idea we have of them", writes the elusive Loulou Morin, "And when that idea is accompanied by a nice cock, it easily becomes an obsession ...". With her amused tone and all her boldness, our writer is not wrong to warn us of one of the most frequent mistakes in a relationship: idealizing the other. So we'd better ask ourselves, if we get that terrible and all-feminine desire to change it, is it really him we love or how would we like it to be?

by Giuliana Altamura

Here you can read the previous appointment with the Sex & The Book / Disguise and perversion in Rachilde's eroticism column