9 November 1923

Dear Diary,

A most extraordinary occurrence happened this evening. Dusk was swiftly encroaching and a persistent cold rain had picked up. I mournfully listened to its study clatter against the window pane as I stoked up the fire to stave off the ensuing chill. My brother and his wife Helene had not been heard from for two days since heading up to Munich for a “very important” meeting with the NSDAP. Presumably with Adolf. Oh how I yearned to go with them! I had not seen Adolf for almost two months. Two torturous months! Had he forgotten me? Did I ever even cross his mind? Oh how desperately I pine to relive those many beautiful summer evenings we had spent together! Writing poetry and making music and just talking entire nights away until the very break of dawn. Now he was entirely “consumed” with party matters. He didn’t have any time for art. He didn’t have any time for me. Three letters now with no reply. I was in fact wistfully dreaming of Adolf as I sat down at the piano to play our favorite song when suddenly there was a tremendous commotion outside. The sound of an approaching car engine was swiftly drowned out by shouting and the slamming of several doors. I rushed forward to open the front door only to see a yellow Fiat speeding off back down the driveway. Helene and Putzi rushed towards the house holding a man doubled over between them, obviously in tremendous pain. His entire body shuddered as a fit of deep inconsolable sobbing overtook him. A thick mop of rain-drenched hair covered his downturned face, but I knew that luscious dark lock of hair more than the back of my own hand. It was Adolf! I rushed forward to assist them in getting him inside when I realized that his right arm was tightly bound up in a sling. He howled in pain as he ascended the two steps up towards our front door. “Just leave me,” he bellowed as he waved us all away with his good hand and crossed the threshold. He crumpled into my brother’s giant red velvet armchair right beside the fire. “It’s all over anyway… nothing matters anymore.” Adolf dissolved into complete hysterics as my brother stood bewildered before him. Helene hastened forward to remove Putzi’s sodden jacket, which was leaving a tremendous puddle on the floor as he stood motionless and speechless before Adolf. Seeming to be the only one to have her wits about her, I begged Helene to tell me exactly what had happened! “Herr Wolf attempted to take control of the Bavarian government last night,” then she dropped her voice to a faint whisper, “but things didn’t exactly go according to his plan.” Adolf let out a deep lugubrious moan, something akin to a dying animal, and then flung his good arm rather melodramatically across his damp and bloodied forehead. “All is lost… ALL is lost!!! There is no need to go on…” Every inch of his skin was covered in scrapes and bruises, and to my great dismay his beautiful porcelain hands were also thoroughly bloodied and battered. He looked ever so pitiful – I wanted nothing more than to rush forward and gather him up in my arms and to cradle and comfort him. His wistful pale blue eyes welled up with tears as he gazed mournfully into the fire. I had never seen a human being more lost and broken in spirit than this dear sweet creature that sat before me. “Mein Führer, all is not lost, it was just too soon, we just need more time, your rightful destiny will indeed come in due course, but only when the time is right,” Helene consoled him as she brought over a thick white towel to help dry him off. Adolf brusquely waved her gesture away and then stood up and gruffly removed his sopping trench coat that had been draped loosely over his shoulders. Helene grabbed it from him as I took the towel from her and rushed forward to try and dry Hitler off. He met my gaze for a brief moment, and I desperately forced back the urge to kiss his dampened and bruised forehead… (to be continued) 😘

9 November 1923

Hitler met my gaze for a brief moment, and I desperately forced back the urge to kiss his dampened and bruised forehead as I gently stroked his drenched forelock back into place. “We need to get you out of those wet clothes Adolf! You will certainly catch cold on such a bitter night like this!” Helene exclaimed as she gestured to my brother to help him up to his feet. “Putzi take him down to Erna’s room so he doesn’t have to climb up all the stairs. I’ll go and fetch your bathrobe and some dry clothes for him can change into. Erna you must keep an eye on Adi tonight, try to get him to eat something so he can quickly regain his strength.” I desperately wanted to be the one to help Adi change his clothing and to get him settled into bed, but I made myself content fixing him a light meal. By the time I brought his food to him he was propped up on my pillows wrapped in my brother’s dark blue bathrobe and wearing a pair of cream colored silk pajama bottoms. He was shirtless due to his arm being drawn up in a sling, and he looked especially fetching with his pale white chest laid bare in the warm glow of the flickering firelight. I blushed brightly as I entered the room but I’m quite certain it was far too dim for anyone to notice. I sat down beside Adi and even attempted to feed him some soup, but he turned away from me without a word. Helene huffed and shook her head in exasperation. She told me to just keep trying to get him to come around any way that I can. “Well goodnight and good luck! Now I must go tend in to your brother. I will see you in the morning. I know if anyone can rally Adolf it is you Erna.” As soon as she shut the door behind her I got to work trying to bring Adolf up into better spirits. “Adi I am so happy that you are safe, that was so incredibly brave what you did today! I bet you were amazing, that is what I love most about you, your passion and your courage. You inspire everyone around you, and most of all you inspire me!” I gently caressed his injured arm as I spoke to him, but he seemed completely despondent. “What can I do to help you feel better? How can I get your mind onto other things so that you can relax?” He gazed off into the fire and shrugged, releasing a gruff whimper when the gesture jostled his arm. “Lay back Adi” I whispered softly in his ear. “Just lie right down here completely flat.” I commanded as I removed the pillows from behind his back. “I’m going to give you a massage. That will help relax your shoulder and every other muscle in your body too. You’re so unbelievably tense.” He complied without any protest and as he rolled back the bathrobe slipped from his shoulders as he settled onto my bed. His chest heaved as I cautiously mounted him and tenderly straddled his torso. I began by gently rubbing his neck and shoulders, working my fingers down his arms and then up across his chest. Adi moaned deeply beneath my gently caressing touch, intoxicating sounds coming from both pain and pleasure. Unconsciously my hips began to thrust and grind against his muscular frame that heaved delightfully beneath my yearning loins. Hitler’s hardening shaft bulged and poked deliciously against my thrusting rump. I couldn’t bear it any longer, not having him buried deep inside of me, so I rushed and fumbled to remove his pants and release his throbbing member. Adolf grabbed my arm and caught me in his piercing, ice-blue gaze… “Not yet my dear one, not tonight… please I need to rest, I need to clear my head, and I want our first time to be special.” How could I possibly wait yet another day, another insufferable moment, when I was so primed and ready to pounce on him like I lioness? I wanted to seize and devour the prize that lie cradled firmly in my grip, Hitler’s massive cock lay just beneath a thin silken veil that threatened to rip against his burgeoning girth at any second. “Mmmmm Adi my love, I will try to wait yet one more day, but I do believe I have another way to help you clear your head…” (to be continued) 💦

9 November 1923

“Take a deep breath my love and lie back, just enjoy yourself as I pleasure you all night with my mouth and help you to clear your head.” Hitler continued to protest my persistent advances, but I placed my fingers defiantly across his tensely pursed lips. My stomach fluttered as I felt the alluring tickle of that most delightful patch of hair that rested just beneath his divinely chiseled nose. Giggling with rapturous delight I gently raked my thumb across that sumptuous square of silken stubble. A grin suddenly flashed across Hitler’s face, instantly transforming his entire visage by softening his stern eyes and his relentlessly hardened brow. I was elated to once again glimpse that beautiful part of his soul that seemed to be becoming more and more obscured as the recent months were marching on. My heart swelled with delight, and I felt that I couldn’t possibly love this man any more deeply than I did at that very moment when he had smiled back at me. His breath pulsed hot and heavy as sweat began to race across his glistening forehead, setting his porcelain skin aglow like smoldering embers. I kissed his supple lips and nuzzled my nose adoringly into that distinctive patch of fuzz that adorned his upper lip. Caressing his delicious mouth with the tip of my tongue, I could feel him growing ever more aroused beneath me, and my attention returned to the burgeoning prize that still awaited me much further below. As I raked my hands down Adolf’s moistened and gleaming chest, I gripped his trousers, pulling them down past his svelte thighs and over his taut calves and casting them hastily onto the floor. Savoring every square inch of his swiftly slackening body, which hastily melted beneath my deeply indulgent touch, I gently kissed the tender skin of his inner thighs as he emitted soft moans of most rapturous delight. Fondling and kneading his pliant hips, I leaned in to take the entire throbbing length of Hitler’s cock deep into my yearning mouth. Adolf inhaled sharply as I worked my tongue solicitously towards the base of his humongous shaft. My hands rushed in to gather him up and stroke and pull and tug until he was trembling with such ecstatic pleasure I knew he was on the brink of orgasm. One firm jerk and he instantly exploded, quivering euphorically as I sucked in every last drop, savoring both the warmth of his load and the penetrating heat radiating from his now spent and listless body. Adolf immediately drifted off into a deep and peaceful sleep, and I sat and rapturously watched the firelight dance across his flawless Apollonian features. Finally I covered him up and gently stroked his soaked and tussled hair back into place, lovingly kissed his forehead, and lie silent and still beside him, desperately hoping he would rouse before sunrise to extend this most wonderous and perfect night. 🌙 

8 October 1926

Dear Diary, Wolf came to me today! I have been anxiously pining away for his arrival for many weeks now, suffering in the most dreadful and deadening silence since his last letter saying that he would be much delayed until our next visit, as he’s touring up north and giving a long series of speeches until at least the middle of this month. A light snow had been falling all day, and I had taken Marko out for a quick romp in the Kurgarten just before sunset. The park was completely empty and the trees nearly bare, and I yearned for those late summer nights spent walking my dog there with Wolf that now seemed so very long ago. I was just getting ready to turn around to head back home when Wolf snuck up from behind and gathered me up greedily in his arms, half squeezing me to death in the most exhuberant embrace. He smelled so good! My nose filled with the divine scent of pine and aftershave as he lovingly nuzzled my neck, planting ravenous kisses just below my ear as I giggled joyfully beneath his touch. I melted in his arms as the sweet tickle of his mustache grazed tantalizingly against my earlobe. His enormous hands cupped and squeezed my breasts tightly through my overcoat, my back arched and my nipples hardened and pressed up tight against the fabric that lay between them and his firm grip. I flushed so hotly I wanted to shed the jacket at my very first opportunity despite the early and penetrating Winter chill. But instead I just stood and savored Wolf’s scent and jubilant kisses as I leaned back against him and let the cool snowflakes fall gently across my ecstatic face. Hitler moaned hungrily as he nearly devoured the right side of my neck. Likewise I groaned beneath his touch and swung around to fully and eagerly greet him. Just as he began to say something to me I stopped him, teasingly raising a finger to his pursed and now pouting lips. I grinned broadly and then planted a full and passionate kiss across his supple mouth, enjoying the sensation of his hot steamy breath sliding across my snow chilled cheeks. The sound of playful giggling nearby suddenly startled me and I quickly broke my ravenous clasp on Wolf’s lips. Two children had arrived with sleds to play in the snow and had caught site of our all too public display of affection. I had completely forgotten where we are! That tended to happen whenever I was with Wolf. I flushed ever so deeply, and I do believe Wolf did as well, although he was always very adept at hiding such things. Immediately that coquettish yet boyish look flashed across his face, the one that always drives me too the absolute brink of madness for wanting him. The lights had just come on in the park and the snowflakes glinted with a magical yellow hue all around Wolf’s face. His warm dreamy eyes glistened down at me from beneath his dashing fedora. I wanted him so badly, my mind raced as I tried to think of the closest secret place we could sneak off to so that I could make mad unrestrained love to Hitler… (to be continued) ❄️ 

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I wanted Hitler so badly, my mind raced as I tried to think of the closest place we could sneak off to in secret so that I could make mad unrestrained love to him. Long gone were the warm days for all of our late summer romps in the woods or out in the meadow. “Come,” he commanded, taking my hand and briskly leading me into a heavily wooded and walled off corner of the park, far from the the harsh glare of the streetlights or the reach of prying eyes. Wolf pinned me up hard against a tree, and began to blitz my face and neck with a wild barrage of kisses. His fingers pawed ravenously at my coat that I eagerly shed for him, as I couldn’t wait to grant Hitler full and unrestrained access to my body, that now trembled more for want of his fiery touch than the assault of Winter’s icy grip. His gloved hands hiked up my dress and ran up my thighs and hips and went to gather up my heaving breasts. He grunted and frustratingly withdrew his hold on me in order to rip off his gloves and trench coat which all fell in a heap right beside mine. Then his dexterous fingers began their rapid ascent back up my body, towards my heavily heaving chest to gather up my ample bosom which now gloriously and generously filled up his bare and greedy hands. Wolf had the most magical touch. He always tread the most delicate balance between torment and ecstasy, his hands reading my body like an open book, pressing and probing and penetrating me until all lines blurred rapturously between pain and pleasure. His fingers would oscillate between the most aggressive and rapacious grasping before pulling back into the most seductive and gentle caresses, and I thoroughly relished the precise balance he wielded between these complementary realms of sensation. I felt his cock hardening as he pressed his groin up firmly against my waist, grinding suggestively to prod me back into rhythm with his gyrations. How selfish I had been! Standing there and letting Wolf do all the pleasuring, but how could I not just pause for a moment to savor the rapturous work of his wondrous hands? Tingles now surged along with the blood coursing through my arms and down into my fingers, and my hands swiftly sprung back into action, fiercely tugging at Wolf’s trousers, desperate to set him free and gather him up in my grasp once again. Hitler released a feral sound as his cock sprang forth and poured out into my hands, I had never seen him so hard! In turn I had never wanted him so fiercely! My memory had failed me recalling how huge he was, even both of my hands together couldn’t cover the entire length of his magnificent shaft, and I began hungrily stroking Hitler’s colossal cock. My panties were drenched as I reached down to shed them, and Wolf moaned as he clasped his painfully throbbing member which was clearly ready to burst. I hiked myself up on the tips of my toes and swung my leg up tight around Hitler’s waist as he eagerly inserted himself inside of me… (to be continued) 🩲

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I hiked myself up on the tips of my toes and swung my leg up tight around Hitler’s waist as he eagerly inserted himself inside of me. We both moaned in unison as my body took in the entire length of his immense and diamond hard shaft. Yet again that fine and glorious line that only Wolf could tread manifested, a brief sting of pain due to accommodating his immense girth was swiftly erased and forgotten as waves of the most intense pleasure surged through my entire core and down into my limbs as he began thrusting and pounding me with the same indefatigable stamina that he displays in his speeches. But right here and now I had Wolf all to myself! Again I had to take a moment to observe my lover working his most divine spell on me. Oh my what a glorious man! How am I ever so blessed? Everything about his physique was so flawless, so perfect! What was it that I loved the most about Wolf? Could I ever even choose? Was it his creamy unblemished skin, or his steely translucent eyes? Those sultry lips that were ever pursed into a taut and perpetual pout, that dreamy lock of silken hair that dangled ever so coquettishly over his eyes? Perhaps it was even that adorable little mustache, which I had found so odd and distracting at first but somehow managed to tie up the entire heavenly symmetry of his face into a most exquisite harmony. Or was it his hands, roped with sinewy veins that rippled out towards his deft and graceful fingers, the kind only uniquely possessed by a master artist or musician, and wielded with the adeptness of a poet or actor that gestured in glorious concordance with each and every word they express. His mind must be a most magnificent piece of work, ever churning and creating and bursting with brilliant ideas and glorious visions. Hitler’s brilliant mind was yet another enormous piece of his captivating mystique for me, a fathomless realm of which I’ve only caught a few fleeting glimpses and that he guards with the utmost secrecy. It is simply impossible to pinpoint exactly what I adore most about Wolf, what made me fall so madly in love with him. As I gazed rapturously at him I realized that I had come to know every curve and crevice of his finely sculpted face. Those adorable creases on each side of his mouth that were magnificently accentuated whenever he smiled. There were also those three fine folds just between his eyebrows that only appeared when his temper flared or he was drawn into an intense and rapt state of concentration. Those creases were there now as he was intently transfixed on the task of pleasuring me, and I brushed his sweat-soaked forelock aside to precisely kiss him there. Hitler’s eyes darted up as if startled by the maneuver, perhaps it was an awkwardly timed gesture given that we were both on the cusp of climaxing together, and he had just dug his fingers deep into my… (to be continued) 💋 

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Hitler’s eyes darted up as if startled by the maneuver, perhaps it was an awkwardly timed gesture given that we were both on the cusp of climaxing together, and he had just dug his fingers deep into my back and thigh, eliciting a shrill moan from me just as I planted the kiss. My hand cupped and caressed his cheek as I smiled lovingly at my gorgeous Wolf. A smile flashed knowingly across his face, it was perhaps our most intimate moment we had shared together since we first became lovers. His nostrils also had a most endearing way of crinkling up on the sides when he spontaneously smiled and was genuinely pleased and happy, and nothing made me so ecstatic and satisfied then when that happened in my presence. So perhaps it is even his nose which is his most charming and exquisite feature. Wolf would certainly disagree with that being my choice, as he had disclosed to me very early on that he had actually grown his mustache to try and offset the size of his nostrils, which he thought were far too pronounced, but I absolutely adored the perfect size and shape of his nose, and relished the way it’s finely chiseled tip would sink down into my skin wherever he kissed me, or when he nuzzled it lovingly into my hair. I came just as he pressed his nose and lips deep into the side of my neck. His rapturously hot breath flooded out in perfect union with his torrid burst of seed which gushed deep into my yearning loins. His fingers suddenly released their vice grip that had been planted deep into the back of my thigh. My leg pleasurably smarted as I regained my footing up against the tree. Wolf drew in a sharp breath and panted deeply for want of air as he began to buckle up his trousers, and I was mesmerized as I watched his steamy stream of exhaled breaths gather and billow in the dim light. He picked up my coat and tenderly wrapped it around my shoulders before reaching down to retrieve his own. Instead of putting it on he spread it out across the freshly fallen snow and sat down to finish gathering himself up and gestured for me to join him. I eagerly crawled into Hitler’s waiting arms and we lay back together on his coat staring into each other’s eyes. Our hands clasped and we sat in a deep and savoring silence for many moments there together. I wasn’t even aware of the cold, but I still rolled over onto my side and tucked in close to Wolf’s body for want of his glorious heat. Hitler gathered me up tight and pushed back my damp hair to kiss my forehead. Then his voice came, deep and sonorous, my whole body pulsed and reverberated at its sound, which like every other feature of this exquisite man was blissfully divine and I daresay otherworldly. “Let me get you home so that you can get some sleep my love, I have a big day planned for you tomorrow…” (to be continued in Part 2) 🔥

9 October 1926

Dear Diary, I had yet another AMAZING day with Wolf! I quite honestly do not even know where to begin!!! He picked me up late this morning and took me out to have lunch by the Königssee, which was lovely, but it was so incredibly hard to sit right next to him and not have my mind constantly wandering to the beautiful night we had just shared together. We kept exchanging coy smiles and flirtatious glances with one another, and I’m quite certain his thoughts were just as preoccupied with yesterday evening as were mine. He fed me my desert with his fingers, which I just adore, and his leg kept pressing up playfully against mine beneath the table. I resisted the overwhelming urge to reach down and touch his thigh, as I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself there. Hitler always had a most noticeable bulge in his trousers and my fingers were just as drawn to that glorious mound as much as my thoughts. I confess I couldn’t wait to finish my meal so that we could hurry off to be completely alone together. Wolf said that we were headed up to our special spot, and I was grateful that, although quite brisk, it was a sunny day most conducive to go on our walk – and whatever else the afternoon would bring. More snow had obviously fallen throughout the night, but amazingly the road out to our meadow was passable, and Wolf was able to park just shy of our normal spot at the base of the hill. “Bundle up, I’ve got a surprise for you little one!” He hopped out, pulled a sled out of the trunk of his car, took my hand and we headed up to the top of the hill together. “Hop on!” he called once he was seated, and I wiggled in firmly between his legs. Oh how I savored being cradled up so close against Hitler’s body and wrapped up so snug and tight in his arms! He gave me a tender kiss on the side of my neck before taking off down the hill. I truly felt like a kid again in that moment, we even had a snowball fight after I pretended to slip and “accidentally” pulled him down on top of me. I kept pretending to fall down so that he would help me up, but Wolf wasn’t taking the hint at all, so I started playfully shedding off all my clothes and fled into the woods. Wolf loves to chase me, pursue me, and he ALWAYS has to win. Which is quite fine by me, especially once he had me pinned down hard on my back with both of my hands firmly restrained above my head. I feigned resisting him but I relished every single moment that he was on top of me. Savoring the way he completely dominated me as he firmly straddled my naked, heaving body that was locked in hard beneath his iron gaze. I attempted to reach up to touch his luscious lock of hair but his grip on my wrists only tightened down even harder. “Kiss me!” I begged. He shook his head. Oh how he loved to torture me like that, to show that he wielded all the power. I must be quiet. Obedient. Ready to do all his bidding at his timing, his pleasure. I was his prey, and that always brought out his wild, primal side. We tussled in the snow, and I was able to finally wrest off his jacket and shirt. His smooth sinewy chest, covered in sweat and freshly melted snow, gleamed in the bright midday sunshine. That deep shiver of longing struck me hard as I raked my hands down across his taut alabaster skin. Wolf finally kissed me, deep and long, and my eager fingers hungrily grasped the prized treasure of his delightfully luscious mound. Again he was already full to bursting and I eagerly spread my naked legs for Hitler… (to be continued) 💦

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Again he was already full to bursting and I eagerly laid back and spread my naked legs for Hitler, begging him to mount and seize my impatient and trembling body. He was rock hard, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him, in the most unspeakable of ways. “Please Wolf, take me now!” I desperately pleaded as I firmly clutched and began stroking his colossal cock. Once again he coyly shook his head in negation. “I want to play with you a bit more first,” he growled rapturously into my ear. Hitler nuzzled his face down in between my bountiful breasts and began nibbling and sucking on them, causing me to writhe and squirm furiously beneath his restraining grip on my wrists. I simply couldn’t lie still beneath Wolf’s magical and seductive touch, and my back arched steeply as he set me loose and my fingers sank deep into his lithe shoulders. I gathered up his luscious hair in my hands and clenched it tightly as Hitler’s tongue and mustache tenderly traced and tickled the tips of my taut and tingling nipples. His nimble, gentle hands stroked and squeezed my shapely hips and sank deeply into the luscious and throbbing flesh of my thick and trembling thighs. I was rapidly falling into an abyss of sheer and rapturous ecstasy as Hitler fondled and felt up every pulsating inch of my longingly aching body. The things he does with his tongue displays an equal level of mastery as the way he completely dominates and commands me with the work of his masterful hands. “You’re so tasty,” he whispered as he glanced up amorously from between my legs, and I thoroughly melted and shuddered beneath his sultry gaze. Just a single glance from Hitler was often enough to make me come. I contained myself as he continued devouring my body with his steely eyes and supple hands and sublimely luscious lips. “On your knees now little one,” he growled in his deep baritone voice, and I eagerly turned over and got down onto all fours. Hitler plunged his cock deep inside of me and began to stroke me at a delightfully tender pace so that I could thoroughly relish and savor him, and then he picked up his tempo until my legs gave way beneath a fit of massive orgasmic convulsions. Wolf’s entire body shuddered and he howled with pleasure before collapsing right next to my own spent and ravaged body. Perhaps we had been making love there for hours, the sun was almost at the horizon and it was the first moment that I even noticed the cold. But I didn’t care, I could lie right there with my beautiful lover all night simply feeding off the divine heat that radiated from his body. Hitler sat up to compose himself and suggested we get going so that I didn’t catch cold. “Oh I’m not in any hurry,” I muttered as I clung to him and planted a huge kiss on his forehead, then cradled his head tightly against my chest. It was well past dark when he dropped me off tonight and we finally had to part ways, and now the dreaded waiting begins until I see my darling Wolf again…

6 October 1939

My Darling Führer, boundless love and warm greetings from your beloved Magda! I hope this letter finds you well. I have enclosed another two dozen cookies for you to enjoy with this note. It has been exactly one month since my last letter to you, and I have faithfully watched out my bedroom window every day anxiously awaiting your arrival. I just saw in the news today that you are in Warsaw. You looked especially handsome at the victory parade yesterday. Congratulations on your swift success in Poland! I understand how busy you are, but let’s celebrate together when you return home! Let me reward and pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams! Just lie back here on my warm and toasty bed as I gently caress every inch of your body with a rapid torrent of steamy, sensual kisses. I will rub all of your tired, aching muscles and massage every square inch of your supple ivory skin. Let me plant the most tender cascade of kisses across your breathtakingly luscious lips my Führer! I will also tenderly lay kisses across your forehead as I lightly nuzzle my nose deep into your gorgeous lock of hair, gently whispering in your ear how much I love and adore you. Then let me show you! I will trace my tongue around your ear and across your lips before I tenderly work my way down your brawny chest and sinewy stomach. I will gather up your bountiful manhood in my eager and yearning hands as I continue working my magic all over you with my tongue. I know I can bring you across the threshold into all new and untapped realms of pleasure and ecstasy. Let’s make hot sensual unbridled love my Führer! Let’s unleash our deepest unspoken and wildest carnal desires together. I have always fantasized of you on top of me, or you taking me from behind, but I had a dream last night where I’m on top of you. You very much enjoyed that in my dream I must say! The smile on your charming face as you deeply moaned and savored every thrust and stroke of my hips, your manhood so huge and hard that I could barely take you all in. Oh my Führer, let’s just lie here and make love to each other for days! Enjoy my sweet treats my love, and as always expect a most festive feast of hot and delicious delicacies to be awaiting you upon your arrival to my home and into my longing arms! -Eternally and unconditionally yours, Magda XOXOXO

13 October 1938

My Dear Herr Hitler & Most Illustrious Führer of Germany, greetings and salutations from your most adoring admirer in England! I have been eagerly devouring the news of late and collecting up on many dashing photographs of you from all my recent newspaper clippings. I see that your meetings with our prime minister went splendidly well last month and I have been earnestly praying that our two countries will be able to resolve any further tensions and maintain ongoing amity going forward. I have been repeatedly running across the most curious expression being used about you in the press these last several weeks, and when I inquire about it with any of my friends and family they just chuckle and explain that it is a saying in regards to the belief that you possess a most volatile temper. Is it true that when you become frustrated and angry that you fly into a rage and furiously pace back and forth on your carpet and stomp and grind the heals of your boots against the floor? Everyone I have asked says that is the reason why they are referring to you as a “carpet chewer”, including our prime minister. Now please understand that I do not want to stir up any further trouble, in fact I am writing in the mere hopes of trying to rectify this predicament and preserve both ongoing stability between our two nations as well as your downtrodden and tattered carpet. I must confess that when I first stumbled across that term I thought it meant something entirely different. I also know that perhaps coping with your high levels of frustration must seem quite unbearable without a special lady in your life! So in the interest of both insuring peace with my country and in helping you to resolve and alleviate your increasingly high levels of stress and discouragement, I’d be extremely honored to have you “chew my carpet” so to speak, perhaps right after the next diplomatic meeting that you host between our two countries. I know that we need to be especially discreet, but I have always fantasized about you eating me out in a park or a garden. This could therefore all go down at night, under the cover of dark, but just so there is enough light so that I can see your gorgeous lips nuzzled deep into my cleavage, and then kissing down my stomach until you come to the lush thatch of hair just above my twitchet. You can then chew away and annex my naked, spread-eagled body that yearns to be united with you more than the Sudetenland! We can go all night until you are completely satisfied and thoroughly relieved from all of your pent up aggression and nervous energy. Just plough away at my rub tuffet, dig deep into my coal bin, plunge into my duck pond, lap ravenously at my gravy bowl and have a deep dip into my bearded oyster, before topping off the evening with a juicy slice of fur pie after thoroughly cutting up my rug. Then when you are done with me to the point of sheer exhaustion, it will be my turn to make sure that you are totally drained of any and all remaining remnants of irritation and dissension. Just lie back and let me make all of your troubles, tension and turmoil just melt away! I will make such glorious, passionate and tender love to you my darling beloved, that I’m certain my display of adoration and devotion to you will turn all previous or residual enmity harbored in your troubled heart into a long distant memory. I anxiously await your reply my Führer -Love and adulation from your ever loyal and deeply enamored Miss Marigold Tufty XXXOOO

28 October 1940

Dear Diary, Today was the most AMAZING day of my entire life!!! Handsome Adolf paid a visit to Florence while on his diplomacy tour here in Italy. I actually SAW HIM when he was driving through the city in a sleek black car with Il Duce!!! I was standing out in front of the cathedral when the entire cavalcade passed by directly in front of me. Der Führer looked over in my direction and I immediately fell beneath his rapturous gaze!! OH THOSE EYES — my heavens they are truly brighter than the entire firmament above! I felt the most tremendous wave of emotion pass through my body, feelings that I have never felt about ANYONE before. Feelings that I should probably not be feeling. Feelings that I don’t even know what to do with. Passion. Desire. LUST. And now I can’t sleep, I just keep thinking about his sparkling blue eyes, his rapturous gaze, and oh my even his dazzling uniform. I want to marry Hitler!!! Marry him and make mad crazy love to the Führer night and day and have his babies! I just can’t stop thinking about him, and all the things I want to do to him and for him to do to me. Even just to KISS HIM, to touch his beautiful face, to nuzzle my lips against his adorable little mustache and tussle his gorgeous lock of luscious auburn hair! I am beyond desperate to feel his body pressed up close against mine. And as much as I adore his snazzy uniform I just want to tear it away from his body, baring every single inch of his dreamy porcelain skin so that I can kiss him all over from top to bottom — and every place in between! Then he can rip every last shred of clothing from my trembling body and seize and conquer me like I’m Paris! I wonder what kind of lover Hitler is? Will he lay siege to me and brutally ravage me like France? Or is he surprisingly affectionate and tender, a warm and compassionate lover that completely belies his outward temperament? Perhaps he is a mixture of both, and I daresay that I would certainly be more than pleased and eager to experience all aspects of him in bed. For now I can only lay here and dream, if I will ever sleep again…

1 October 1933

Dear Diary, I am still reveling and tingling after my most incredible experience today! I attended the Erntedankfest with my family just as I do every year, but this one was much more special as this was the first harvest festival that was hosted by our new chancellor Adolf Hitler. There were SO MANY people there this year! I’ve never seen that many people gathered up all in one place! I can’t exactly say if the reason I was ever so excited was because of some sort of contagious energy that was coming up from the humongous crowd, or purely just some newly awakened level of my own excitement at the prospect of actually getting to meet the chancellor and to shake his hand. Perhaps it was simply a mixture of both. It most definitely seemed to be the women in particular that were all worked up into a most ecstatic state once the chancellor arrived on the grounds precisely at noon. “Handsome Adolf” is what we all call him, and I must say the name certainly doesn’t do him full justice! My family had been among the very first to arrive and we were standing right along the edge of the Führer’s Way, and I beamed as I knew that I was in the perfect place to have the opportunity to greet him. Hitler began to enthusiastically shake people’s hands as he made his way up Bückeberg Hill, and all the women suddenly began to scream at the top of their lungs, some even passed out despite it being a relatively cool day. As Hitler drew ever nearer to me I also let out this deep guttural primal scream. I do not even know where it even came from. I immediately clasped my hands over my mouth and looked around most embarrassedly, but my own scream had been completely drowned out by the thousands of others that were pouring out around me. I had just regained my composure right as he reached out his hand to me. He tenderly gathered up my now trembling hand and clasped it firmly with his other. Hitler’s gaze then fell across mine, and oh my word those bright blue eyes! I truly glimpsed heaven today… even the very sky itself doesn’t possess such radiant and enthralling beauty! His eyes were simultaneously kind and fatherly and yet somehow fierce and I daresay dangerous. How a man can exude such tenderness and savagery in just one glance is beyond all my comprehension. All I can say is that I wanted to stay locked in his enchanting gaze forever. In that moment I wanted to experience both dimensions of this man, to be swiftly gathered up into a warm paternal embrace but also to slip across the edge of the threshold that he tread into a much darker world. His gaze was an irresistible invitation to join him in that place. To join WITH him. Merge with him completely in both my body and my mind. A taste of forbidden fruit one might say. I had never had such thoughts penetrate into my mind. Never felt such feelings. In that moment there was a brand new emotion that struck me like lightning and surged through every single fiber of my being. A deep and dormant instinct that had only had an empty and curious word attached to it up until this very moment. As I heard the erupting screams all around my reach toward a deafening crescendo, I realized the emotion that I was desperately grasping to identify wasn’t simply some new and untapped level of excitement or anticipation, and I flushed even more deeply as the word came to me amongst every inch of my pulsating flesh. Lust. This was lust. My fingers sank deeply into Hitler’s hand as my entire body shuddered… (to be continued) 🍎 

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My fingers sank deeply into the back of Hitler’s hand as my entire body shuddered beneath his touch. I wanted to pull him in towards me, press myself up firmly against his groin, feel my throbbing body wrapped up tightly in his arms. Every inch of my skin burned and yearned as I desperately ached for my lips to be greedily locked onto his. My knees began to buckle as I imagined us probing each other with the most passionate kisses and his tongue longingly enmeshed with mine. Hitler suddenly reached up and gently patted and caressed one of my deeply flushing cheeks. My skin seared as tears began to form and stream down both sides of my face. Far too abruptly his grasp was ripped away from my swiftly faltering hand and the roar of the crowd immediately crashed back into my head. I felt so terribly abandoned there, empty, lost and drowning. Desperately I was seeking to find some footing back on solid ground. I needed to be made whole again. Part of my very soul had just a been ripped away, leaving me as swiftly as his abrupt departure from my grasp. I anxiously scanned the crowd for the object of my newly awakened desire, and saw that he was rapidly moving away from me and up towards the top of the hill. I have no idea how much time had even passed before I even realized that a complete and deadening silence had actually descended over the crowd. Hitler had reached the top of the hill and was preparing to deliver his speech. My focus was intense and unwavering as I yearned to hear the sound of his voice. Desperately aching for any means of experiencing yet another connection to him. If I couldn’t savor his touch or delight beneath his gaze, at least I could hear him speak. His words suddenly came upon me and completely enveloped my body. I immediately felt whole again, alive, and I reveled in the newfound connection that I had so frantically craved. Part of him was entering me, rushing in to fill that gapping and unbearable void that had just been rent in the very fabric of my being. My mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend any of the words being spoken, but my body throbbed with each reverberating consonant and syllable that was now pouring forth from his mouth. That deep yearning in me pitched and swayed with every ecstatic gesture that he wielded. He suddenly hit a crescendo, excitedly gesturing and gyrating, his brow soaked and dripping with sweat as he repeatedly drew in a rapid succession of deep breaths. His stamina never wavered. Even though I was physically quite a great distance away from him, I felt even closer to Hitler in this exact moment than when our hands were actually clasped together. Every single stroke and gesticulation of his hands I felt distinctly fall across my quivering body. There was no longer any space between us. I had been laid completely bare at his very first touch, and now he utterly commanded and possessed me, like a toy or tool at his complete disposal as I felt every single subtle movement of his fingers rake down across my naked back. Each and every pursing of his lips and lashing of his tongue slid rapturously across my exposed and heaving breasts. His hot, heavy breaths coursing down heavily upon my upturned neck. I could even feel each of Hitler’s hands gripping and sinking coarsely into the bountiful flesh of my bottom… (to be continued) 🍑

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I could even feel Hitler’s hands grasping and sinking coarsely into the bountiful flesh of my bottom. In that precise instant I rapturously fell into a state of complete union with both the land as well as with Hitler. My entire body was a glorious extension of the fertile earth that lay just beneath my feet, fiercely yearning to be drenched and satiated by a hot and soaking summer rain. I needed nothing more in that moment than to merge my longing flesh with Hitler’s body, have him plant his seed deep within me, leaving me soaked and sodden as though fulfilling the desirous needs of the ever parched and thirsty soil. I was also the ripe fruit ready to be plucked, in desperate want to be eagerly gobbled up and savored beneath Hitler’s tongue. I wanted Hitler’s hands to squeeze me, and his mouth to devour me, as I lavishly drip my fluids across his lips, his tongue savoring my robust juices as he consumes every throbbing and dripping morsel of my lush and voluptuous flesh. I audibly moaned as his speech roared towards a blustery and thunderous climax, bringing me to the cusp of rapturous orgasm just as he was pressing and heaving his hands forward, railing against some unseen and imaginary obstacle, violently punctuating the air with his fingers and lashing my ears with yet another wild assault of his tongue. I wanted to be scooped up and coarsely flung to the ground, savagely ravaged by him right here against the hard and heavily trampled earth. I swooned as I savored the vision of Hitler eating me out, his mustache rubbing rapturously against my clit as his tongue eagerly lapped up every drop of my bountiful and savory secretions. My muscles clenched even tighter as Hitler’s shouting suddenly hit an all new and previously untapped apex, and I desperately burned to feel the Führer’s cock plunging ferociously into my firm and fertile flesh. His creamy skin was soaked and glistening in the low autumn sun, his chest heaving savagely as he cast his eyes up towards the sky. I caught a fleeting and exhilarating glimpse of his sparkling blue eyes, the flash of his hand as he threw back his drenched forelock, his face clenched and contorted in pained effort and rapturous ecstasy. Every muscle in my body quaked and tingled as he bellowed and blew forth his entrancing oration. Enchanted and completely bewitched, I was thrust into another realm. I have tasted the Führer’s forbidden fruit, and entered into that dark and dangerous place he inhabits, deep in the earth, down into unchartered depths of the darkness. I am forever and gloriously bound to him, with all my once slumbering senses now splendidly awakened, and never to be afflicted by the unbearable pain or touched by the hopeless despair of my most accursed loneliness ever again.

4 October 2023

So I apologize I haven’t posted anything for a few days as there’s been quite a bit of family drama I’ve (unfortunately) had to deal with, but I’m back at my apartment now, and I will continue working on my stories again tomorrow! In the meantime, it was actually really great to get back up north to see old friends and family I haven’t seen in half a year, and I’ve posted a few photos above of some crazy things I stumbled across while back in my home state, like a picture of Hitler’s doppelgänger now hanging out in front of my sister’s house and the graffiti on the back of her neighbor’s garage. A quick trip to the flea market on my drive back this morning, and I’m sure you can just guess who was waiting there to find the most perfect home with me! It was truly love at first sight ❤️❤️❤️ and after a lovely little picnic eating whoopie pies together, my new best buddy “Stunky” Hitler is settling in next to me on my nightstand and enjoying some time with his new Pokémon family 😂 🤗

Apparently this is a reproduction of a 1944 anti-Axis piece of propaganda called “Der Phew-er” and it has become a very popular collector’s piece these last few years, as thousands of these little guys have flooded the market and now anybody can afford to have their very own ‘Skunkler’, ‘Stinkler’ or ‘Skitler’ or whatever other creative name that I’m running across out there 🤣 Too darn cute!!! 😊

28 September 1937

My Most Dearest Führer, I have been intending to write to you for many weeks now. My closest and dearest friend Anna has been inviting me every weekend since July to accompany her in enjoying the Great German Art Exhibition. It truly is magnificent! I must confess that what I love most about the exhibit are the many rooms of incredibly handsome portraits of you. Anna and I always sit for hours on that beautiful gold and scarlet couch that sits in the middle of the Führer portrait gallery. I never dreamed that my friend would ever develop such a deep appreciation for art until the opening of your new museum this summer. She had never shown any smidgen of interest in any kind of artwork but now it is all she ever talks about! I must thank you for kindling this enormous passion for sculpture and painting that your museum has suddenly stoked in her! Often she is so overcome with enthusiasm that her face flushes and she swoons and has to step outside for fresh air. That seems to happen quite a lot to the women visiting the Führer gallery. Perhaps it’s the skylights? It definitely gets unusually hot in there but perhaps those occurrences will subside with summer coming to its conclusion. Now as for myself, I have always had a deep passion for art, especially painting, and I adore having the opportunity to study all of your wondrous portraits in such depth. I especially love to just sit and stare at your hands, so strong and rugged, they are painted with such incredible care and realism that I can’t help but to imagine how they’d feel running across and caressing many different parts of my body. The artists have definitely captured your stunning eyes as well, there are so many times now that I have also swooned on that couch and lost complete control of all my faculties just taking in all the beauty of the paintings. I simply can’t decide which of your portraits is my favorite! I have been painting for many years myself and would love very much to paint your portrait my Führer! I’m not suggesting that my portrait of you would ever be worthy of being hung in your gallery, but it is very much a gift that I would love to give to you! I have a studio right here in my house. Why don’t you come over here next weekend so that I can paint you? I’ve enclosed a key with this letter so that you can come by at any time! You’re certainly more than welcome to spend the night, I can set you up in your own bed but I can’t promise that I won’t be trying VERY hard to convince you to join me in mine! I also know that you are an artist as well, would you also enjoy painting me? I have absolutely no hesitation about getting naked in front of you at all, and I would simply adore the opportunity to pose for you, for as many portraits as you’d like to paint! What an incredible time we could have just exploring and consummating all of our shared passions together! I’ll be watching for you my love! See you very soon! -Your Ever Faithful Marta

25 September 1937

My Dearest Führer, I’m writing to tell you that my most cherished friend Marta and I attended the Great German Art Exhibition for the tenth time today. Might I say that you have the most impeccable taste in art! The halls that are lavished with row after row of towering nude figures, room after room filled to the brim with mighty chiseled Aryan warriors, wall after wall of paintings of the most exquisite male specimens of the German race donning the most splendid uniforms, and of course the greatest delight of all – the gallery of giant portraits just of you my love! I always leave there so horny, so intensely titillated, and so completely bereft of my senses that I’m actually panting after you like a rabid dog in heat. Anyhoo we were both quite curious and finally took the time to walk over to take in the concurrent ‘Degenerate Art’ exhibit, but alas those paintings and sculptures didn’t elicit ANY of the passions and desires that your superb choices in artwork manages to arouse in me. So I must express that I would love nothing more than to take the experience of viewing your exhibition up to a whole new level! Perhaps we could schedule a brief liaison in one of the galleries after hours? I’d emphatically suggest the location of our tryst take place in the Führer portrait room! That is always where I become completely devoid of any sense of civil and moral restraint, and that lovely gilded couch at the center of the gallery is ever so inviting! I can just sit there for hours and gaze up at your portraits, and it is never very long before I imagine you completely ravaging my body against that sumptuous red velvet. I want nothing more than to make mad, wild, passionate, forbidden love to you while I gaze up in wonder at your beautiful portraits. You are so sexy my Fuhrer, I tingle from head to toe every single time I see your face. Let me have the privilege to pleasure you just as much as I dream of you pleasuring me! I simply must repay the favor with the fiery and intense desire that you have managed to awaken in me, and unleash this powerful all consuming passion I have stored up for you! I come here faithfully every Saturday afternoon and could meet you on the couch right at closing? Actually you decide on the room my Führer, but I’ll be waiting eagerly every week right at 6:00, anxiously craving and awaiting your presence! -Eternally and devotedly yours, Anna 

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The words spilled out of me like a primal scream, “Fuck me mein Führer! I want you to FUCK ME NOW!” Hitler’s face turned savage with lust as he brutally pushed me down against the hard ground, ferociously stripping off the remainder of his clothes, and forcefully wedging his lithe body in between my trembling legs. I lay beneath him panting for breath as his rock hard rod powered in and out of me as he mercilessly ravaged every square inch of my body. The way he moved his hips, the way his muscled rippled, it made my entire being explode with an overload of passion, desire and ecstasy. My naked body tingled delightfully in the cool air while the smoldering heat rose in billowing columns of steam from our sweat drenched bodies. Hitler’s ivory pale skin was almost incandescent from the sheen of perspiration that glistened in the rays of the swiftly intensifying sun. He only stopped his relentless assault to flip me over onto my hands and knees, pounding me from behind and into all new realms of feminine pleasure and delight. My orgasm suddenly shot through my entire body like a lightning strike. I screamed out into the void with a feral cry of sheer pleasure, and suddenly lost all control of my ravaged and trembling muscles. Hitler heaved forward as he also climaxed, bringing forth yet another squeal of rapturous delight from me as he let out one long, deep, guttural moan. I slumped to the ground and Hitler collapsed right against my side, his left hand resting gently in the small of my back, his hot raspy breath caressing the curve of my right shoulder that he was resting against. We didn’t stir for many minutes, the mountain breeze had stirred and it felt absolutely exhilarating blowing across my sweltering and dampened skin. What I treasured the most though was the object of my deepest and only wanting desire cradled tight against my naked and satisfied flesh. Hitler began to run his hand across my buttocks and trace his fingers up the length of my spine. Oh how I savored the Führer’s tender and adoring caress across my burning skin! My body continued to quiver ecstatically beneath his touch, he gently turned me in towards him and his lips locked onto mine in a passionate and loving kiss. I reciprocated Hitler’s kiss with equal fervor and fire, still panting deeply even amidst our relentless kissing. “My God,” I whispered softly in his ear, “that was truly amazing my Führer! I’m afraid you’ve ruined me for life. Nothing can ever top that, nothing!” A devilish smile flashed across Hitler’s charming face, “Oh little one, not to worry, I’ve only just begun with you.”

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“Just wait until morning my love, I have quite a surprise for you!” I eventually fell off to sleep with Hitler gathered up tight in my arms, his head nuzzled tenderly against my chest as I longingly stroked his forelock while he drifted off to sleep. When I awoke, I was the one now enveloped tightly in his arms. I didn’t want to stir as I had no other desire than to stay in this perfect place for all eternity! I gently kissed his beautiful hand and savored his close presence until he finally stirred on his own, and I whipped around and planted a huge kiss on his succulent lips. He smiled broadly and whispered, “Good morning darling, I see you are ready for our adventure today!” I hungrily run my fingers across his porcelain white cheeks and neck and down his broad chest to gather up his exquisitely bulging cock in my hand. “Ah, I see you are ready as well my Führer,” I gleefully chuckle back. “That will come soon enough,” he moans as we rapidly dress and he grabs my hand, eagerly leading me out to his car. We start driving back up into the mountains, not far from the place we had just met the evening before, parking in a nice, secluded grove well off the side of the road. “I think we need to finish what you started yesterday,” he seductively whispers, pushing my hair back and lightly biting down on my ear. His breath was hot and ragged against my neck as he ordered me to undress, and to run off ahead of him into the woods. I eagerly obeyed and he swiftly exited the car to chase after me, catching me up beneath a large birch tree and savagely shoving me up against it. I felt the bark grind into my back and buttocks as he ravaged me with a fervid cascade of ravenous kisses. I should’ve been freezing standing naked out in the chilly fall air, but the heat radiating off of his body engulfed me in a fiery intoxicating warmth. Our trembling breaths were heavy and misty in the glare of the early morning light. I could feel his enormous cock ready to burst out of his pants. I couldn’t wait to get my hands wrapped around Hitler’s massive member and I eagerly fumbled and tore at his buckle and zipper. I ached for him to be deep inside me, fucking me brutally, primally, as I watched his deliciously engorged cock spill out into my impatient hands. He grunted deeply and reached around behind me and snapped a branch off from the tree, and I flinched at the sharp cracking sound that it made. Hitler bit back a groan as he began to strike my outer thigh. “Have you been having naughty thoughts about me?” he snarled. I squirmed sideways and the switch bit down sharply across my buttocks. He wrapped his left arm tight across my chest and I felt his enormous cock pressing up against the stinging welt he had just left on my backside. Hitler began tracing the stick suggestively down the right side of my body. His nose probing the outside of my ear, the divine tickle of his mustache and tongue caressing the bottom of my earlobe. “Tell me exactly what you have been wanting me to do to you,” he panted. The words spilled out of me like a primal scream, “Fuck me mein Führer! I want you to FUCK ME…” (to be continued…) 😛 

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So here it is, let me pour out EXACTLY what I’m dreaming of doing with Hitler tonight! When I arrive at the hotel and slide the key into the lock of room 38, I’ve barely turned the knob when Hitler rushes forth to greet me at the door. Wearing nothing but a loose fitting bathrobe and his dashing velvet fedora, he smiles broadly, taking me gently by the hand as he pulls me inside. His impish smile sets me afire from head to toe and I see that same wild untamed desire mirrored in his brilliant blue eyes. He plants a passionate kiss across my lips and immediately pulls the straps of my loose fitting dress off from my shoulders, letting it slide down to the floor and exposing my breasts to him. He groans deeply and immediately grabs them up, bringing his mouth to my ample curves to kiss, lick and suck on them. My body trembles uncontrollably beneath his seductive touch, I shiver with delight at every flick of Hitler’s tongue over my nipples. I want him so badly. I want to feel Hitler’s cock buried deep inside me. We start kissing again as our hands continue probing each other’s bodies, letting the remainder of our clothes fall across the floor as we continue passionately pawing at one other. Crawling into bed naked, he leans back and pulls me in close and passionately wraps his arms around me. My breasts flatten up tight against his chest, it felt so wonderful being wrapped up in his powerful arms and pressed hard against his smooth and silky porcelain skin. As his hands slide down my back and across my hips, I arch my back and pull in ever tighter towards his body, savoring the feel of his cock hardening against my gyrating hips. I slide my hand down to clasp Hitler’s cock, slowly stroking it in my firm grip. He moans in obvious pleasure and pulls me in even tighter, as I forcefully whisper to him that I need him inside me – NOW! My legs slide apart so that I can straddle him, giving him full access to my quivering loins. He rolls me over, aggressively pins me down on the bed and commands me to stay down. “Just lie back and enjoy this little one,” Hitler whispers hotly in my ear as I savor the full weight of his body forcing me into complete submission. He grabs my waist and forcefully pulls me onto his cock as hard as he could, slowly penetrating me with a succession of long but gentle strokes, sliding in and out until he was pounding me and we came right to the cusp of reaching orgasm. He pulls my hips with a tremendous jerk and I felt him surge into me even deeper. His pounding reaching a passionate crescendo until we both orgasm together and collapse in a heap on the bed. We lay there, catching our breath together and just staring deep into each other’s eyes. I brush his dampened forelock back into place and plant a gentle kiss on his lips, nuzzling my nose against his soft but slightly ticklish mustache. I giggle with ecstatic joy as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in close and captivating me with his steely gaze. His gentle hug is followed by the sweetest kiss, his gentle hands softly cradling my flushed cheeks. “Just wait until morning my love, I have quite a surprise for you…” (to be continued….) 🔑 

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I wanted nothing more than to run away with Hitler, deep into the woods, where he would bombard me with the most passionate kisses, and throw me down to the ground and ravage me, fucking like wild animals right then and there amongst the trees. “Helene!” my brother called, “Come on , let’s go.” My rapturous vision evaporated and faded away like the swiftly setting sun. Hitler took me gently by my arm yet again and led me over to the waiting car. As he opened the passenger door for me he fondly kissed the back of my hand. “It was a pleasure meeting you” he whispered, and I immediately went weak in the knees and fell backwards into the seat. His eyes were so warm and engaging as he smiled down at me and shut the door. I wanted to kiss him, devour him, to feel his sultry breath and sumptuous lips pressed up tight against mine. Words were briefly exchanged again between him and my brother and the car lurched forward and away down the road. “How amazing was that Helene! The Führer! We actually met the Führer! Wait until I tell Anton and you tell Margarete. They will never believe us, but we will have photos to prove it!” Photos… yes, yes the photos! That means that Hitler has my address to send them to us! “Perhaps the Führer will deliver them to me himself!” I beamed. Hans chuckled. “I doubt that, but hey you never know, the way our day has been, I’d believe anything could happen!” So I’ve been home for hours now, reminiscing about the day as I stare longingly out my bedroom window and down at the street below. I keep imagining Hitler walking right through the gate to come and visit me! I can dream right? I have to dream, or else I fear that my heart will stop beating and shatter like glass if I were to believe that I shall never see him ever again! Over and over I imagine exactly how I will run out to greet him, gathered up tight in his arms, him grabbing the back of my neck and planting the most passionate of kisses across my pining lips. I devour his heat and his scent yet again, feel the ecstatic surge of lightning coursing to a new crescendo as his cascade of kisses trail across my neck. Relishing the probing tip of his tongue and the gentle brush of his satiny mustache sliding tantalizingly across my ear, his nose nuzzled deep in my hair, as he hotly whispers, “I’m staying at the hotel at the end of the street, come and join me tonight. Room 38. I’ll make all your dreams come true!” He presses a key into my hand and turns around and slips back out into the night. So here it is, let me pour out EXACTLY what I’m dreaming of doing with Hitler tonight… (to be continued) 🌝

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I could feel the bulge of his cock through his leather coat as I pressed in ever tighter up against him. The seductive smell of warm leather had entangled with the scent of his own wild masculine musk and completely intoxicated me. Eagerly my mouth began seeking out the prized treasure of his delicious lips. His hot breath and the gentle tickle of his wooly mustache slid alluringly across the top of my mouth. Drawing in a shaky breath, Hitler broke out into a broad grin and genially chuckled just as my lips briefly locked onto his. He abruptly took a brisk step backwards and gently took hold of me by the shoulders, clearly amused by this reaction that he knowingly and frequently elicited from the fairer sex. I embarrassedly snapped back to my senses, and flushed ever so deeply at my brash behavior. I desperately stumbled to seize on to some words to fill the awkward chasm that had just formed between us. Even though I’m certain only a handful of fleeting moments had passed since he first took my hand, it felt as if I had been clinging on to him for all eternity. Suddenly I recalled the situation going on behind me with my brother’s car, and the words came. “Oh I just can’t thank you enough my Führer, you literally saved the day!” Hmph. Immediately I knew that sounded trite and foolish. He just kept smiling, and had carefully adjusted his body so that we were now standing with only our arms touching. He reached up and paternally patted me on my shoulder, as if to knowingly reassure me and craftily diffuse the ponderous sexual tension. That gesture was enough to shake off the spell and finally ground me back down into reality. The world seemed so distant now; flat, hollow, and cold. Voices crashed into my head, harsh and tinny as I watched his chauffeur put away the spare gas can and his photographer pack up his camera. Hans eagerly shook both of their hands and then sprinted back over towards us. Luckily he had not witnessed anything of what had just transpired between my unleashed senses and Hitler. My brother firmly clasped the Führer’s hand and thanked him profusely for his assistance before turning back and climbing into the car. The engine turned over and my brother beamed and beckoned me over. My feet wouldn’t budge. My heart felt painfully compressed and my breath choked and strangled. I thought I was going to burst into tears. Hitler sensed my pain in our impending parting and squeezed my shoulder and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. I melted. Again. His lightning struck me. Again. I wanted nothing more than to run away with Hitler, deep into the woods, where he would bombard me with the most passionate kisses, and throw me down to the ground and ravage me, fucking like wild animals right then and there amongst the trees… (to be continued) 💋 

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But I will confess them here, in secret, just to get it all off my chest as I fear that these fantasies will utterly consume me. As soon as Hitler touched my hand I felt this potent reverberating power shoot straight up my arm and burrow deep into the very core of my body. I say “into” my body as I swear it came FROM him, directly out from his hand, and oh dear yes also from his eyes. Those EYES – oh my heavens – once again I have no words to express the beauty of their dazzling intensity. Time stopped the instant I met his gaze and clasped his hand. I do swear that time itself actually ceased to exist when he touched me. Everything around me just fell away and vanished, fading off into the most rapturous abyss until there were no longer any sounds, or colors, or any sliver of movement. Except for his hair! A gust of wind suddenly picked up and tossed a very fine strand of hair from his forelock and down across his eyes. I reflexively reached up to fix it, and just then the wave of lightning struck me yet again! I was furiously consumed by the most overwhelming and all encompassing urge, a deep unyielding and fathomless primal instinct, not just to reach out with my hand but to hurtle towards him with the entire essence of my being. My whole body came alive and I suddenly became primed like a leopard ready to pounce! Certainly I have had my fair share of crushes and boyfriends in my life, Emil back in high school and Willy at work, the thrill of stealing my first kiss with Max last summer behind a tree out by the Königssee. It honestly never went anything beyond just the innocence and delight of sneaking in a secret kiss when nobody was watching. But this was another dimension entirely. Here before me stood the most magnificent man, an exquisite and otherworldly creature coursing with the most raw, dangerous and devastating sex appeal that elicited and awakened the most forbidden desires and feral instincts known to womanhood. Every single cell of my body was consumed with unquenchable lust. It was something utterly primal and savage. I could feel the heat coming off of his body, sense his insatiable virility. I craved to have him inside me. As my arm reached up for his wayward lock of hair he deftly reached up to fix it himself, clearly a much rehearsed maneuver. My hand hung awkwardly in mid-air just inches away from his forehead, and I giggled and blushed as I met his piercing gaze, and instantly there it was again. That rush of POWER! Without another moment’s hesitation I SURGED forward and went in for my prey! I captured him up in a full rapturous embrace and my lips momentarily grazed his neck. He leaned back, clearly surprised at the forcefulness of my stealthy maneuver, but I didn’t flinch or retreat! In a flash I had him wrapped up tight in a vice grip and my face nuzzled in tight beneath his chin. I flushed from head to toe with the heat of 1000 suns. I could feel the bulge of his cock through his leather coat… (to be continued) 🥵 

17 September 1935

Dear Diary, I’m in love! I’m in love! I’m in love! I met the Führer today, a chance meeting on the side of the road while in the midst of a calamity with my brother Hans. Hans had taken me out for a drive in his brand new car high up into the mountains, I was ever so excited, but we had the unfortunate incident of running out of petrol on the way back home. I do not know why my big brother lacks in possessing any shred of common sense, and believe me other than for this fate of the most divine intervention to ever befall me I should still be fuming at the right thick oaf, and perhaps still stranded high up there in the mountains, half freezing to death and waiting in vain to be rescued. You can understand that I had put on quite a fit out there by the side of the road, being as we were stuck out in the middle of nowhere and it was getting right chilly as evening swiftly approached. But then it happened! The most incredible moment of my life! I suddenly heard the most welcome sound of an approaching car, and when I turned around to look a sleek grey Mercedes was rounding a tight bend in the road, and be still my heart there he was!!! Right there in the passenger seat was Der Führer! I thought for certain that I must be dreaming. I actually rubbed my eyes twice and pinched myself hard on both cheeks. I certainly must remark, I know that all us ladies know full well how extraordinarily handsome he is, but if you have ONLY seen him in pictures I dare say that they certainly do the man no justice. To see him in person, oh my word, I honestly thought I was going to faint. Oh I must tell Margarete straight away, as he even had that coat on, THAT leather coat YES YES that one. The collar was popped and he looked ever so dashing in his beige fedora. His photographer was also there and even took several pictures of us! TOGETHER!!! My dear Führer and I, arm in arm right there on the side of the road! His chauffeur immediately stepped in to help us, it was quite the photo opportunity for all I suppose. I fear I must have been a frightful site as I was in such a state of panic and disarray! Hitler took my hand and even put his arm around me! If the sun had not been shining I would have sworn a storm had swept in over me and that I had been struck by a bolt of lightning! My God the feelings that this man has awoken in me, I confess I have never had such thoughts. I can’t even tell Margarete the indecent musings that I have been having tonight. But I will confess them here, in secret, just to get it all off my chest, as I fear that these fantasies will utterly consume me… (to be continued) 🤫

16 September 1934

My Dearest Adi,

I need to express how much I love you. I wish I could do it while holding you in my arms and staring up into your gorgeous eyes. I live in America but have been saving up all of my money for passage to come and be with you. Since we are physically separated by miles and miles of emptiness, this expression of my love must appear in the form of letters like this until we are finally together.

I am convinced that the longer I am away from you, the greater my yearning is to be with you. The stronger and more passionate that my love becomes. I read in the newspaper that you are seeking a wife. I promise I can make you so very happy! I will hold your hand, make delicious food for you, cuddle with you every night and give you lots and lots of babies.

I am full of happiness and love and waiting for the day you will be in my arms. I simply cannot wait for the journey over on the ship to come be with you! Do you enjoy sailing? I often daydream about us taking a cruise on the Rhine together. It will be ever so romantic, perhaps that is how we can spend our honeymoon.

I live only for the day when our physical separation ends and I foresee our life together in the very near future! Until that moment arrives, I send you my tender love, a warm embrace, and most passionate kisses!

-Eternally yours, Rose Dawson

15 September 1935

Guten Tag, My Dearest Sweetest Most Handsome Adi,

How are you doing? What have you been up to? I am always feeling most happy when I hear your voice and see your picture, the world seems much brighter to me. I heard your speech on the Saarland referendum results and saw a handsome photo of you in the newspaper today. I am so happy for you, your joy makes me happy!

You know what? I cannot go for long without seeing your beautiful face, and staring into your deep blue eyes, which always show so much love for me. I am so delighted to have so many pictures of you, and I wish that I could spend all my time and the rest of my life with you.

I love hearing your magical voice when you speak over the radio, which awakens me, and all of my feelings, almost as much as your handsome face, your beautiful eyes, just like an ocean.

You are all mine, and I cannot share you with anybody. You are the reason that I am living, and breathing. You are my whole world, my love, my Führer. I love you, my beautiful prince, and will do anything for you; be mine, let’s go for a walk in the park together and hold hands!

I fall in love with you every time I look at your picture. I am hoping to see you soon, to hug you, and to kiss you as soon as we can meet. Till then, my love, take good care, and do not forget me!

XOXOXO With All My LOVE To You, Greta

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“This is going to be a four course meal,” Wolf playfully purred as he bit down seductively on the juicy red fruit and smiled coyly at me, his hypnotic blue eyes drawing me in as I ached to lunge forward and taste his cherry drenched lips. I planted a huge kiss on Wolf’s mouth and my body quivered and shuddered with unrepentant desire. He tasted so good, I couldn’t stop smothering him in kisses, sensuously licking his mouth and nuzzling my lips against his warm and velvety mustache. He enveloped me in his taut arms and caressed my neck with a series of sultry kisses, rolling me back down onto the blanket. I wrapped my legs tight around Wolf and suggestively ground my hips against his body, letting out a succession of soft moans of unbridled pleasure. His hands dug into my sides and kneaded the curve of my hips. “Not just yet little one,” he whispered, amused at my display of unabashed eagerness, “I’m still hungry.” I released a frustrated groan. I’m so desperate to feel Hitler’s throbbing cock inside me that I’m ready to scream. With a wry mocking smile he starts to grab a handful of cherries from the bowl. He dips them in the cream and begins to playfully set them in a line between my breasts and down the length of my stomach. Eating them teasingly one by one as he starts to work his way back up my body, his tongue running slowly across my slippery skin. He reached over for more food again, and messily started feeding me more cake. He slid one of his fingers into my mouth, and I slowly wrapped my tongue around it and sucked off the cream. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and started cleaning the excess icing from my lips. Then he kissed me hard, devouring my mouth as his satiny mustache brushed tantalizingly against my lips. Pressing his body ever tighter between my legs he rubbed the entire length of his cock against my inner thigh, coating himself in the remnants of all the fruit that he has been using to tease me. His breathing was heavy against my ear as he slid the head of his cock up and down my thigh. My hips strained towards him trying to take him up inside of me. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I tell you this – Wolf thrives on the control, the way that he forces me to beg, the need to always prove to me that he is my master, the one that is solely in charge. I relinquished my vice grip on his back in order to reach up and push his dangling forelock away from his eyes, still fixed on me in their ever steady and steely brilliance. “I want you Wolf, please PLEASE! I need you NOW!” Hitler took me then, fully, completely… I honestly do swear that there will never EVER be another more perfect day for all the rest of my life!

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“What should I eat next?” Wolf growled as he glanced up at me from between my splayed legs. I swooned as I met his mischievous gaze and immediately fell into a trance of ecstatic delirium as Hitler started eating me out. I squirmed and squealed as I savored every flick and stroke of his tongue. He placed his hands under my bottom and sank his fingers deep into my ample flesh. I melted in his hands as he slid them up my back and around under my breasts, clasping them so firmly that I gasped and deeply arched my neck and back. He groaned forcefully and raked his fingers back down my sides and across my waist. Wolf suddenly pulled away and grunted deeply as he fumbled to rapidly unbuckle his pants. His massive cock sprung out and I lunged forward to clasp it up in both hands. “Now it’s my turn for dessert,” I lustfully murmured as I licked Wolf’s scrumptious German sausage and took it deep into my mouth without a moments hesitation. As much as I didn’t want for this delicious dessert course to ever end, Wolf was clearly ready for the main course. He pushed me back down onto the picnic blanket and began packing me with his colossal sausage. He rapidly picked up his pace and ejaculated explosively before collapsing completely breathless and sweaty on top of me. Slowly coming back to our senses, we rolled over onto our sides, affectionally embraced, and gently kissed and caressed each other until our hearts finally stopped racing. Gazing lovingly into his eyes, I gently stroked his damp forelock back into place and kissed him tenderly on the forehead. I love Wolf. I love him with all my heart. He smiled broadly, teasingly reached around behind me, and brought his hand back to dangle a cherry in front of my lips. “This is going to be a four course meal,” Wolf playfully purred as he bit down seductively on the juicy red fruit… (to be continued) 🍒

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There was even cake for desert! He beckoned me to sit down next to him, I obliged and he kissed me deeply, passionately, so forcefully that I almost fell backwards, but my body shuddered with a surging tide of pleasure and my spine arched involuntarily and sharply towards him. I threw my head back as if trying to come up for air, as it felt like I was drowning in the sheer wave of ecstasy. Both of my hands clamored up his back and my fingers sank deep into the taut muscles of his broad shoulders. He pulled me in even tighter, his kisses and mustache grazing my upturned neck as he whispered breathlessly in my ear. “Let’s start with desert”. I swooned and giggled and he pulled away and grabbed a piece of the cake. He broke of a corner and fed me the slice with his hands like I was a child. The gooey half-melted vanilla frosting got all over his fingers and I licked and sucked the warm icing suggestively off of each one. A big glob of it got on my nose and cheek and he gently kissed it all off of my face. As he broke off another bite of cake I noticed the white icing was all over his dark mustache and I giggled and dove right in to lick and kiss it off. Wolf doesn’t like to be laughed at – I forgot that in the spontaneous joy of the moment and his playful attitude suddenly changed. He grew sullen and abruptly wrapped up the rest of the cake and slammed it back into the picnic basket. I begged him to forgive me for laughing. I told him he should just spank me again for being so inconsiderate. He ignored my pleas and got out a bowl of cherries and cream and began eating them in a sullen sulking silence. I reached over to grab a cherry and he dismissively brushed my hand away. I felt so dejected and crushed as I watched him dip yet another cherry deep into the cool whipped cream, but to my relief a smile suddenly flashed across his face and he playfully reached over and swiped the icing just beneath my nose and started chuckling as he leaned in to lick it away. His hand was covered in the cool slippery cream and I gasped as he began to run his cream-soaked hand up the inside of my thigh. I loved the startlingly chilly sensation as he began working his fingers under the edge of my panties and slipped them up inside of me. I fell back onto the blanket and wriggled with pleasure as he continued to stroke and rub his fingers most delightfully making me unbearably wet and aroused. He yanked my panties off and began licking off the long trail of sticky icing smeared all down the inside of my exposed leg. His downy mustache tickled as he sensually traced his kisses up my inner thigh, his hot breath offering a most divine contrast to the residual trail of cool cream his hand had just left behind. “What should I eat next?” Wolf growled as he glanced up at me from between my splayed legs… (to be continued) 😅

9 September 1926

Dear Diary, Wolf got me home just before dawn yesterday and I snuck inside the house without my sister even noticing that I was ever gone. As I climbed into bed and closed my eyes my head immediately filled up with the most pleasant dreams. “Who’s been a naughty girl?” Suddenly my eyes snapped open. Wolf was at my window, my heart leapt as I jumped out of bed and I ran over to kiss him. He playful blocked my advances, placed his finger over my lips as he whispered, “meet me out front, there’s plenty of time for that later, we’re going on a picnic.” The gruff growl in his voice causing an involuntary throb deep in my loins, and I reached down and realized I wasn’t wearing any panties! I grabbed another pair, rapidly dressed, and sprinted out to his waiting car. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his handsome profile, and his hair being tussled around by the wind as we drove back out to our meadow. I wanted to reach over across his thigh and gather him up in my hand but I knew I had to restrain myself until we reached our destination. As soon as the car was parked my self-control had completely expired and I lunged toward him. He again rebuffed my advances and in a surprisingly harsh tone reprimanded me like a child. “You must wait until we get down to the river.” Feeling completely dejected I impatiently opened the door and swung my legs out of the car, but he delivered a delightful spank across my buttocks. I treasured the hot tingling sensation as we hurriedly gathered up our supplies, and I set off in pursuit of Wolf’s brisk strides into the forest. I was quite breathless after the long walk as Wolf spread out a large checkered blanket and the two baskets brimming with fruit, cheese, salads and small sandwiches. There was even cake for dessert! He beckoned me to sit down next to him, I obliged and he kissed me deeply… (to be continued) 😉 

8 September 1926

Dear Diary, Wolf surprised me with a visit yesterday, I just about exploded with joy! He pulled up in his Mercedes just as I was leaving work and coyly asked me to hop in. I giddily asked if we were going out to the meadow and he smiled shyly and said that it would be a surprise. He gave me that sideways glance of his that makes me ache for him so badly that my toes curl. We indeed took off in the direction of our favorite secret place. The sun was getting low and the evening light set the approaching field ablaze in gorgeous red and golden hues. It was absolutely magical! We pulled off onto the shoulder of the road just at the edge of “our” meadow. Wolf patted the right pocket of his trench coat and grinned widely as he told me that he had gotten both of my letters. I flushed as crimson as the setting sun and broke my eyes away from his iron gaze and down towards the floor. He pushed my hair back behind my ear and tenderly kissed my cheek as he whispered “it was ever so sweet”. Wolf reached down and gently took my left hand and placed it on his crotch. We both released audible gasps as he pressed my fingers in tightly around his growing erection. I was pleasantly startled, but completely frozen in space and time. My heart pounded so furiously deep inside my chest but it couldn’t rouse my paralyzed body. Wolf took another deep heavy breath and suddenly lunged toward me. We both started kissing like crazy and our hands were now all over each other. Then Wolf suddenly pulled away from me and started up the car. I sat back in my seat thinking he was done, but instead he told me “we need to go somewhere else, more discreet” and just started driving until we ended up on a dirt road going deep into the woods. Finally he stopped and shut off the engine and we again embraced. We kissed and groped and fondled and simply couldn’t get enough of each other. We both wanted to fuck so bad that we scrambled out and jumped into the backseat. He lifted up my dress and ripped off my panties. I undid his pants to release his steel hard cock and pulled him in right between my legs all the while staring lustfully into his deep blue eyes. “Fuck me Wolf!” I gasped and started panting heavily as the pleasure consumed me as the entire shaft of his cock plunged deep inside me. His groaning grew louder and louder as our climax rapidly crescendoed together. Suddenly both of us released into a cascade of orgasmic convulsions before collapsing into a breathless but most contented exhaustion. I gathered Wolf up into my arms and stroked his forelock until he drifted off into a most contented slumber. As I held him and savored the weight and warmth of his body time just melted away, I wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever!

7 September 2023

Feast your eyes on this sweet ass eye candy – Gawd I’m in HEAVEN 🥰

I’ve never EVER seen this portrait of Hitler before – I just found it last night and hence I’ve had NO SLEEP – and I didn’t want to be selfish so I just had to share the joy!!! Just look at his delicious pouty LIPS 💋💋💋💋💋💋 THIS IS PURE ECSTASY – I also added it to the album “Hitler in Black Suit Set #2” to expand this particularly scrumptious 1927 portrait series to 4 portraits now. Just take it all in and ENJOY!!!!!!! 😉

6 September 1939

My Darling Führer, as always I awoke this morning thinking of nothing but you, it is a very chilly and rainy day outside and I was ever so fretful that you also might be feeling cold and lonely. I immediately kissed your portrait that sits right by bedside as I have done faithfully for so many years now. It’s the one of you that was taken just after you became Chancellor, you look so very content, so happy, so handsome! I’m desperately hoping that the cookies that I sent off to you yesterday also brought that joyous smile back again to your beautiful face. I worry so that the war is going to weigh so terribly heavy on you. My neighbors the Eberle sisters said they were also going to write to you to help boost your spirits, and to offer you any services that you may need in the war effort. I can vouch that Elsa is a most attentive nurse and Gretl is always preparing enough meals for everyone in the neighborhood to literally feed an army. Perhaps you should send them both to the front, as they seem to flush with the most unfettered excitement and enthusiasm whenever either of them mention their desire to go above and beyond the call of duty to serve you. Unfortunately I don’t have such gifts to offer, except for my overflowing and undying love for you. Oh yes, YES INDEED my Führer my love for you is so tender, so genuine, so raw and so HOT! I am just full to bursting and ready to explode with the burning desire that rages inside of me! With the nights now getting so long and unbearably chilly I assure you I will keep you ever so warm, so satisfied, so exceedingly happy! We can wake up together every morning, pressed against each other in such a tight embrace that even the cold and all the worries of the world could never penetrate. I assure you that the only penetration going on will be to my warm and waiting body that yearns for every inch of your presence. Please come to me my Führer so that I can smother you with my love and my kisses! I have enclosed a key and some more cookies and there will be a hot batch of cookies and a warm bed ready for you each night that you come to spend with me! Eternally and unconditionally yours, Magda XOXOXO

5 September 1939

My Dearest and most Beloved Führer, as I was preparing to mail you this Bundt cake today and getting ready to head out to the post office I discovered that my sister Elsa was also busily composing a letter to you, making an offer of how she can best serve you in the war effort. First you should know that my sister is an atrocious cook and therefore has nothing delicious to offer you like my beautiful cake, and trust me her Wiener Schnitzel is ghastly and makes everyone gag. (I also happen to know that you would never eat that anyway since you are a vegetarian – and I would certainly prepare you something exactly to your liking). Second she failed to mention that she has some experience as a nurse, so I think you should send her off to the front. We could therefore have this house all to ourselves, and I’m more than eager and capable of providing the services that she has offered to render for you. I believe she is sending you a key to the back door, but I have included another one just in case, so that I’m absolutely certain you can have access here at anytime without any trouble. Be assured that my love for you is boundless, and I desire nothing more than to show you exactly how much I love you. Unlike my sister, I know absolutely everything about you, and exactly how to satisfy and please you my most hottest beloved. I’d love to know even more of you. Every inch of you. I want nothing more than for you to come storming through my door and ravage me and lay siege to my body like it’s Poland! You have already completely conquered my heart my Führer, and as I have laid here every single night for years staring up at your pictures and dreaming of every possible way that I can pleasure you and satisfy your every whim and desire, I am certain I will swiftly conquer yours! Enjoy the cake and remember that there is plenty more where that came from! -Love and kisses from your ever faithful and most adoring Gretl Eberle

P.S.: Don’t forget to bring your whip, I’m sure that you won’t!

5 September 1939

My Dear Führer, my heart, my sugar sweet Adolf, I can only imagine how stressed you are barely a week into the war. I want to do anything that I can to support you in the war effort my Führer. I know my sister Gretl is baking you a Bundt cake and my neighbor Magda just mailed you off some cookies this morning. They both certainly mean well, but I just happen to know EXACTLY what you need and what will REALLY help you out, and that’s just a good old fashioned shagging! It’s not too much to ask at all, I assure you I would be most honored to support the war effort in this way and to go all the way in and beyond the call of duty. Seriously don’t hesitate! It would be an incredible privilege to serve you my Führer! I can come to you, just name the place and any day of your choosing. Or If you just need to get away for some R&R, I have also included my address and a key, so just slip in my back door anytime! Day or night, and this isn’t just a one time offer either, I’m willing and able to help you to relieve all of your stress as frequently as you need to throughout the duration of the entire war. Hopefully progress is swift, which I am certain it will be in your most apt and capable hands, but the offer will continue to stand even after the war ends, as I know even in times of peace the stress and pressure of running a massive empire certainly never cease! -Your most devoted Elsa Eberle

P.S.: If you can come by on Saturday I’ll also make you my special Wiener Schnitzel it’s my grandmother’s recipe you will love it!

4 September 1926

My Dearest Wolf, I had yet another dream about you last night. It was fabulous! I am still tingling from head to toe as I sit here writing to you. This time you were back here in Berchtesgaden with me, and we were romping in the woods just like children, exactly the way we did all through the summer. Of course I was naked as always, just as you insist for me to be whenever we are alone in the forest, but this time I was able to get you to join me in baring all, and things went much further between us then ever before – I must confess that I have wanted you to completely ravage me ever since I first laid eyes on you that most beautiful, amazing, wonderful evening in the Kurpark back in June. My sister is so sick and tired of me going on and on endlessly about how dashing you look in your trench coat, but I’m still way too embarrassed to confess to her the things that I want you to do to me. That is why this all comes out in my dreams I suppose, and now I confess it in my letters to you, since I’m far too afraid to say any of it out loud. So that gets me back to my dream, where you now have me standing to catch our breath against a pine tree and holding me transfixed in your piercing gaze, all while my eyes are eagerly devouring every inch of your entire body. So beautiful your unblemished porcelain white skin, sweaty and glimmering in the late evening sun, with your chest heaving as you catch your breath with me. I simply can’t resist but to touch you, to run both of my hands down your glistening chest and stomach just to take you all in. I am quite startled by the intensity of your unwavering stare, and it’s become quite obvious by now that you desire me as well. My stomach was fluttering ever so nervously, I want you ever so badly, but as always I’m waiting for you to make the first move. I hesitate before tracing my hands down any lower, ever seeking your permission and guidance, but I simply cannot restrain myself any longer. I firmly clutch your hardened and massive cock and press my body tightly against yours. You kiss me back so forcefully that I sense we’d fall backwards if not for the tree directly behind me. I feel the bark tear into my back as you penetrate me, my whole entire body burns but what should perhaps be pain is transfigured into the most rapturous and exquisite pleasure to ever befall me. I do not want this moment to ever end, or to ever wake up again and not have you right beside me! Please please me dearest Wolf, please come back to Berchtesgaden as soon as you are able! There is nothing I want more in this entire world but to take our relationship to the next level. I am forever and eternally yours, your most adoring and ever faithful little forest sprite!!! XOXOXO

3 September 1926

My Dear Wolf! Last night I dreamt that you invited me back to your apartment to wait out a cold rain that had left us both soaked after walking our dogs in the Englischer Garten. I shed my dripping coat in the foyer and before I could even hang it up to dry you pulled me up into a tight embrace, your sopping wet trench coat soaking the entire front of my dress. You kissed me passionately on my forehead and on my mouth and then down the side of my neck. Your mustache gently tickling the tender skin on my shoulder and breasts as you began to peel away my dress and trace your kisses down to my hardened nipples. My naked body coursed with pleasurable tingles as we both gruffly undressed and you forcefully pulled me over into the living room. As you pinned me down onto your couch I realized that your left hand still clutched the dog whip that you had been sharply striking against your thigh the entire time on our walk. “Do everything that I tell you to do,” you sharply whispered to me, and ordered me to turn over as you traced the entire length of my spine with the whip. Suddenly my leg shot through with fire, burning as you swiftly struck my thigh and commanded me to spread my legs apart. “Wider!” Your whip traced up my inner thigh, and I forced my legs even further apart, straining my inner thighs so much that I was trembling slightly from being spread into such a wide stance. “Do you deserve to be punished?” I confessed that yes, yes indeed mein Führer, I needed to be punished for having such dirty thoughts about all the nasty things that I’ve been wanting you to do to me, that I deserved to be spanked for being such a naughty girl. You obliged, striking my buttocks until they burned as hot as the flaming desire raging inside me, the burning for you to utterly possess me. Finally, you pressed yourself inside me, and I moaned happily, contentedly… I was so happy that I wished I could die!