*Hello my reddit friend. This is part two of a series of letter between a rich french tailor and the diabolical trophy wife of another man he encoutner en his shop. Part 1 is here :* [Link](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g8qcnd/a_letter_from_your_rich_lover_waiting_the_end_of/)
*It was originnally written in french so pardon my mistaskes !*
*I let you to the reading but first a link of the dress that was send to this Madam with the letter :* [*Here you go.*](https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MhiUcauOuwo/XW9zHM8Yp2I/AAAAAAADHII/4VQq3qO_CDUj-EJTRzpBx8Pf5pAN8oWzQCK4BGAYYCw/s1600/53659137_395169981295868_8318490853626053121_n.jpg)
Madam,
I must confide in you that I sometimes wake up with the all-consuming desire to own something. Some people would get rid of this burning desire by buying a villa or a boat, but I lost that desire a long time ago. There’s only one thing left for me to possess in order to satisfy it. A woman.
I call those days the days of necklaces. I never knew what it was about me that betrayed I was on such a day. But it is obvious my servants sense it. Is that the tone of my voice? The way I like to command? Perhaps the tension that rises as the day progresses in my gestures. In any case, they all left much earlier that day. All except the last one I caught up with on the stoop. A little toy for you.