A lovely girl

A Rotten Night’s Sleep

A Shocking

A Shudder

A Side-Turning

A Struggling

All This Mainlining On Words

Cabinet Mirror

Catha Suddenly

Face Up

Fair Enough

Fair- Mindedness

Flying Buttress  in Bronze

For Chrissake

Fuel Cables

Full Of Echo's

Gold Chain Around His Neck

Half- Stefan Crossing

Having To Work


I Never Went Back

I Want To See You

In a Minute

In Frankfurt

In Hertfordshire

In Marxist

I could feel his tongue in my ear.

In Sussex

John Marx Stefanovitch


Kiss the envelope  for luck

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

Listen Darling

Malleus malefactum

Mmmm’ Noises.

Mortality In Relation

My Beloved

Nancy Friday

‘Observe the wolf pack.

Our Relationship

Out- Stretched

Own Glass Still

A Struggling

He did not  make a move.  I had failed to compute the sorbonne effect of her  spellbinding beauty.  Her uptilted breasts looked generous by virtue  of the narrowness of her  back.  Her back arched  from the roundness of her  bottom like that of a ballerina in a painting eternally  poised for action. The muscle of her  thigh carved  a shadow along the length of her  flank.  And below that the curve of her  calf drew the eye to the ankle and slender foot.  As for the head, straight nose, slash of eye, gash of mouth, shell of ear, flame of hair- Seymour  started too.   Then, as though  with an effort, he looked  down to place  his wine glass  on the floor.
            ‘If you’re in such a hurry, darling, I’ll take you now while Julia watches.’  He had  failed to resist her  challenge. He stood up and unbuckled his belt.
            For her  part Alison  showed mild    surprise.  ‘But I want  Julia,’ she said.
            Seymour continued  to undress before he sat down again.  He smiled  knowingly at me  as Lali came to kneel at my feet.  And I was  happy.  her hands were unbuttoning my silk  shirt as Seymour’s  mouth  acted a  kiss.  then leave it  her eyes searched    out mine   and  transmitted  love as well as  a secret shared.  Her cool fingers slid into by bra  and under my breasts to lift   them clear of the black lace and the gold.  Her  mouth dipped to my left nipple  and she sucked hard.  My  hands  trailed  through her hair as I watched  her- there was  something sweetly  incongruous about that little moustache against my flesh.  Seymour  opened  his mouth ostensibly to run his tongue  around the lip of his   raised wine glass but I felt the movement around the rim  of my  own opening.  Seymour sipped slowly raised   his glass to me  and whispered,  ‘To us.’
            My eyes closed  and I leant  forward a little   to Alison as she said, ‘Will you open your legs for me?’
            She crept close  into the warm gap as  her mouth spread  into the flesh of my breasts and she raised her hands  to trace her pattern of my lips and then my ears.  And  Seymour, as  though  transfixed  by the narrow white  back and buttocks, that  was all he could see of her came and  knelt behind  her.  And his hands passed by her to my thighs.  As he leant against  her, pushing her further into me, his arms enclosed her, but his hands were intent  on pulling aside the crutch of my beloved pants to uncover my slit.  And while he felt    into my gash, he  pushed her hair aside with his head and sank a kiss into her  neck below her ear. It was hard to imagine  being  better served.  Both my conspirators were hell-bent on pleasing me.  And still Seymour was not  satisfied.  He pulled  me towards  them  suddenly so that my bottom  slid off the edge of the  cushions.  He  curved his right arm down between  Alison’s  legs, pulled   her  back and said, ‘If you really  want to please  her, put  your mouth  to Julia’s  cunt.’
            He  held my pants aside for her with his left hand   and with his right he played with Lali’s  breasts, pulling had on the nipple.  I leant back with a moan as her tongue  began to explore the perimeter of my hole.  But  still Seymour wanted me to have more.  He said. ‘This is awkward.  Too far to the bed.   Julia, darling, why don’t we lay you full-length on the coffee-table?’
            ‘Who me?  Surely you mean ….?’  And I know I  sounded  startled.
            But seymour had taken the sycamore plant off the marble top and was motioning  me to lie down.  I saw the plant roll over on its side and two blooms snap off.  I suddenly found  myself  thinking that they must have  laid a third plan to counteract the plans each had laid with me.  The prospect was chaos. But I had hardly begun to panic before Alison  soothed me.  ‘We only do what Julia  wants.  What d’you want, darling?’
            She knelt  up and pulled me towards  her  so that   I found myself looking  straight   over her shoulder into Seymour’s face.
            He  grinned.  Because  I hesitated   he said, ‘I think best  of all Julia  would like to please  you, Alison.’
            And I said,  ‘Yes.’  As I gazed   into his  eyes.  The fact of the matter was that the pleasure  of the physical sensations they had already afforded me was taking the edge of my intellectual judgment    of the game.
            ‘So you basted lie back here, my love.’  He was turning Lali to face him but with her back to the coffee-table.  ‘And allow Julia and I to give you pleasure first.’
            ‘OK.’   Alison  seemed  pretty  matter  of fact about it and  sat down on the end of the table.  As she did so, with  the smallest motion above her head,  Seymour directed me to go to the foots tool.  As well as struggling  with my conscience for deceiving Alison  in this way., I was fighting to remember where I had put the silk scarves.  I do not think she was so in command  as she had been either, because  when Seymour   stood over  her suddenly, his legs straddling her, she leant forward as though   to automatically take his penis in her mouth.  Instead he pushed down on her shoulders so that she  laid back slowly out glass along the length  of the coffee –table until her head rested on the footstool beside me.



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Seafood Filling



Seymour Warned


Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.


Stefanovitch speaking

Straggers Backwards

The Best Nurturing

The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

Then Leave It

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