WOMAN HOT SEX

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

Heterosexuality

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

Julia

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

Letter  from Stefan to Alison

My dearest, what do I call you basterd this morning-  Alison or Nosila?
            Sweet child, I have never wanted to cause you pain, but  I  suddenly recognized that your lifestyle  was a counterfeit.  Your self-sufficiency, your calms, your aloneness, all those  things I had admired about you were kept ticking over by an intricate life-support  system of your own manufacture.  The web   of friendships and social  artifacts, even your work, defend  you against  me.  I kick them away.  Blow your kind  with the  trivia if you want freeholds, leaseholds .  but feel.  I  am your reality.  And if I threaten to kill you I simply mean that you are dead without  me.  And something in me dies without you.  Tell me now if you are not coming.  Take an axe to me. Be quick with it.  spare me the slow  saw of endless  prevarication at which you are so adept. Oh, sweet elegant cunt, intellectual slut, move now so I don't have the chance to add battered bitch to that list.  It would be more that I could bear.  Forgive me for so long through  the window of your isolation unit before I found courage to shatter the glass.  My hand on you now.  Accept that  my protection offers a greater freedom.  In rooms full of people, in the orange  grove and with other lovers, I watch you, anything  but don't  deny me your presence.  I hid my love for you for too for chrissake the tide to be stemmed by a polite admonishing finger.  Come here to where other worlds beckon.  Star of my  universe, I play with your mouth.  Your utterly defenseless.

Stefan

P.S.  In moments of doubt over the next week refer to Marvell's  'To His Coy Mistress':  'And tear our pleasures   with rough strife /Through the iron gates of life etc.  Also  spare  some time for Julia.

P.P.S.  You can write to me at Steigenberger Hotel, Frankfurter  Hof, and Am Kaiserplatz.   Will return London  for  two days before going   Chichester to ready boat.

P.P.P.S  is simply to hold  onto the healing touch of  your fingers on this page.

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Dearest **** (inter Stella lover ),
I should not write to you petite bourgeoisette as soon as this when your gravitational pull drags my entrails from me and I have nothing but emptiness in me to echo your words.  And your mouth, my darling, is the most treacherous of black holes.  I slip over your event horizon and am compressed to a sub-atomic particle.  The theory goes that such a particle is forced through a worm hole into the universe next door- re-emerging as a quasar.  How does a quasar write a letter?  I don't know. I just glow.  If the weather is clear in Frankfurt, look through your telescope and see me. I am the one circled with gold.  Which may be is only because I am wearing   your gold chain and good luck charm that you sent with your letter.  Freedom?  I had always   thought that incompatible with loving a man.  But I have no strength to hack you with an axe.  Do it yourself if you can't wait, if it's that urgent.  Then  forgive me and try to recognize me when one day I lower myself  from space to fuck my crippled lover.  And straddle him with my own infinite space.  But  you can't  leave me, or  I you, since wherever I walk  I have your cock inside me.  Yet, if this is so,  why do I waste time longing for your  return?  I don't understand any of it.  Except.  I love you, Stefan -most-sophisticated-of-animals.  Devil's  advocate with your tongue in my ear.  I am branded nancy friday, gold-chained,  and dead or alive yours,

Alison

P.S.  Am going to see Julia tomorrow.  And maybe meeting Seymour too.

Petite-Bourgeoisette

Psycho-Ops

Remember celebrating

Seafood Filling

Self-Discipline

Self-Immolation

Seymour Warned

Seymour

Socio Economic

Soul Love

Stefan to Alison

Stefan winked.

Stefan

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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