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

Half Stefan Crossing

I walked away to sit  on the sofa.  Damn.  The photos had gone.  Alison must  have taken them.   Well, in a minute fair  enough, I had said that she could.   And I knew  Max  would enjoy  this phone call more than any photos.  I looked up to watch Julia, but she turned to face the wall as her voice in a flood  of half sentences tumbled on.  Evidently Max was being a great help by asking all the right question.  She gained confidence as his interest  grew and as she realized his interest  was devoid  of surprise.  In short, she  began to enjoy the recounting too.  Max certainly and a way with women – even long-distance.  I would employ only one word to describe this talent of his- ‘sympathy.’  No wonder we were such  good friends and could pick up almost mid sentence after  months   of absence. When he emigrated to Canada I was afraid I would miss him, but then I realized the only emotion I felt was a kind of envy.  I envied him the academic life.  Not that his subject, teaching History from the Freudian point of view, interested  me much, but his students did.  Apparently he was surrounded   by all these  nubile girls yearning for his guiding hand, for experience, and more or less begging to be taught.  The salary was worth pulling too and made me feel a bit poverty-stricken.  Then, of course, his accommodation was thrown in and.  Damn.  I seemed  to have  missed most of julia’s story.  Fact was I  was too tired to register anything much.  As I said, threesomes can be bloody hard work, and,  food mess or not, I wanted  my bed.
‘Next  time you’re over, Max, yes.  Goodbye.’  Julia turned to me with a smile as she replaced the receiver.
I smiled  back.  ‘So how did he take it?’
‘He said I made the sky glow over Montreal.’
‘Did he ask you to hang on while he locked the office door?’
‘Yes, how did you know?’
I loved  Julia so much at that moment I just wished that  she was in Montreal.  Then she could phone me.  Yes.  Maybe that would be  the  ultimate reality.  A wank via  satellite.  Yippee.

Letter from Alison to Stefan .
To await his arrival from Frankfurt.

Dearest my amorous bird of prey,
Have researched Seymour.  A classic misogynist.  Or so far into himself as makes no difference.  Worst of all he has no sense of humour.  Have told Julia what I think but am  afraid  she is too face up far gone- believing as she does  that the male penis is the  fount of all Joy.  Since  he withholds his from her, she is condemned to Misery.  As she has been for so long the product of media  conditioning-  seeing  herself  only as an instrument for pleasing men – I’m afraid   there’s  too much ground  for me to covert in too short a time.  I suspect  the best I can do to help  protect her is to alert you to the  fact that the money she is syphoning off from Roy is in turn being syphoned off by Seymour.  If you propose to do anything  to stop this, then you must do it in a kindly way.  And be prepared to fail-which is not a condition you subscribe to easily.  But act like a gentleman, you must, as  Julia’s  pain threshold  is low at the moment and her tolerance  of interference even more so.
            A word about the depth of my research.  I had agreed on a threesome with Julia in  advance.  You know I have a weakness for experiment, but  I had an added motivation in that I wanted to help  her out.  So.  After  a brief flush of excruciating boredom- at which point I would have walked out but was too hopelessly  stoned to negotiate a passage to the street-  I thoroughly  enjoyed  myself.   Why?  The answer is simple.  (a) Their very special then leave it relationship is all about this active/ passive, dominant/submissive thing in an extreme form.  With them I could experience this dimension and at the same time keep  myself safe from it.  Being a part of it, yet being outside of it, was a pleasure of a very special kind. (b) You always leave me in a state of heightened sexuality, and this transmits itself.  Making me more desirable the more I desire.  So I stoop to any form of substitute.  For you.
            My darling, accept the above as further proof of the honesty with which we have always  been able to talk on such matters.  If only  you had been there to watch…but then perhaps  it was you who set the whole thing up.
            The agency  decided to get their pound of  flesh before  my contract runs out next week.   They have  sent me to salvage  an account in Bristol and I am stuck here for a day or two at least.  I’ll ring you  the minute  I return. 

Letter  from stefan  to Alison.
To await her return from Bristol.

Stop playing the part of the thinking  man’s  nymphet  and come here, you fucking whore, where you belong.  Then watch me stuff your little  panties up your cunt before you go down on my  fount of joy.
            Yes.  You make me angry Alison .  come here, you crazy  bitch. And as you travel  to me, read the road  signs ‘South Shoulders’, ‘Right to Way’ and ‘Accident  Ahead’ if you’re  not careful,  and ‘Half- Stefan Crossing.’  Fuck the account and come.



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Seafood Filling



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Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.


Stefanovitch speaking

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The Heart of Paris

The Insidiousness

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm,

The Priest and the Penitent

The Shutters

The Sorbonne

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