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

I Want To See You

I did not want to upset her more than leave it was necessary. I mean, exploitation is all very well, but occasionally one has to draw the line oneself when faced with a woman of extreme vulnerability. On the other band, I can honestly say that if a woman objects to being exploited, I stop immediately. In my experience none of them does object. Certainly not in this type of situation. Besides, I could not be blamed for wanting to save my first real penetration into either of them for Alison.
'Alison?' I spoke softly and she looked up from where she was working to explore Julia's lovely arse. 'Here.'
Her smile was faint in the semi-dark.
'I want to see you.'
She came slowly alongside Julia, pausing to kiss her where her breast bulged over my thigh.
'Show me your fanny.' I was having difficulty keeping my voice level. Truth to tell, Julia was always so bloody fantastic at deep throat.
Alison lay back on the bed away from me and opened her legs. With one hand she parted the myth lips of her pudenda and with the other played with Julia's breast where it pumped up and down on my thigh. But I wanted Alison's full attention on me.
'Come nearer.'
She wriggled up a bit.
'And show me properly. Use both hands.'
She raised her head slightly and I saw the mocking smile. With that, I used my own hand. I drove my index finger into her opening, pressed hard with my thumb on her clitoris and allowed my fourth finger to push up into her back passage. I saw the smile fade before her head dropped back and she withdrew her hand from Julia's breast to resist the pressure of mine. I pumped with it. She gasped and that made Julia look up.
Suddenly I felt downright ashamed for not giving Julia more pleasure. I mean, there's no point in these threesomes if you cannot satisfy both women physically as well as yourself.
'OK, honey,' I said and she knew what I meant.
She pulled herself upright and forward to lower herself onto my tool with a sigh. But then she looked the-avalanche so self-satisfied that I said, 'Suck your breasts.'
She lifted her breasts as though she found them too heavy and bowed her head with her mouth to her left nipple.
Still I kept my hand pumping in Alison, and her resistance, the pressure of her hands trying to hold off from mine, grew less. Trouble was I was so turned on by the reality -one woman sucking her breasts while she rode me, the other opening her legs wider and wider for my hand -that I was in danger of coming again. And in Julia. Which is the only reason I said, 'Julia, I want you on your back.'
She moved off me instantly, since this is the position she prefers, and lay down alongside me with an, 'Ah. Seymour.'
She had told me she cannot come properly except on her back and best of all with her knees behind her ears. I would give her that pleasure now but not with my tool. I withdrew my hand slowly from Alison, who had ceased any pretence of resistance to it, and took hold of her hand to pull her to a sitting position.
'Alison, honey, I want you to love Julia with me.'
Julia whimpered slightly as I guided keep-scrubbing-darling Alison to a kneeling position on her other side. As she knelt there and kissed Julia's ear I placed her index finger on Julia's clitoris and held my hand over hers until I felt her begin to manipulate. Then I pushed my own fingers into the lower portion of Julia's neat slit and let them slide firmly into the wet warmth inside her.  I did not just pump up and down but from side to side.
If I say it myself, I am at home with female plumbing. I do have a talent for screwing and unscrewing the taps and washers, the U-bends and the expansion tanks. So much so, I used to wonder if I had not missed my calling as a gynecologist. But then, I could not, of course, achieve the degree of detachment necessary to fiddle around with them in cold blood. Because I adore women, I had quickly given up that particular fantasy . In the Same way, an experimental image of myself as a necrophiliac had worn thin pretty quickly too. The simple Nancy Friday fact of the matter is that my need for a high level of emotional feedback remains paramount. Which is why I can honestly say that although I have viewed the movie called Snuff, I have not bought it. Besides which, I felt like reporting my dealer to the Consumer Council for the price he quoted on it.
Julia came once, twice, three times, and I was glad. I kissed her as she lay beside me and then as she still shuddered, I climbed across her and thrust myself into Alison from behind. Alison fell forward across Julia'. prostrate body, but I pulled her back by her hips full onto me. As my thrusts pushed her forward toward. Julia, Julia's hand moved upwards to where Alison's breasts were hanging free. I caught hold of Julia's right hand and guided it to letter Alison to Stefan clitoris whilst my left hand caught at Alison's other breast. I had to have Julia to help me occupy every inch of her. Her breathing grew noisy as I rode her and her face dipped to Julia's breasts so that her round white arse pushed further back and up at me.



Remember celebrating

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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