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

Malleus malefactum

‘Julia,’ I said and she pulled my beloved off for me and folded them carefully before she dropped them on the floor. She knew I appreciated tidiness.
‘Wait for Julia. ‘Alison beckoned her and as she raised her arm I pushed it above her head to kiss her where she was naked and shaved. Yet I was still trying and failing to remember something Julia had told me about Alison that...
‘D’you want a movie yet or?’
‘No. Just get on the bed, Julia, and get your dress off.’
Last time Julia had fiddled with my projector I had had to return it to the shop. Luckily it had still been under guarantee, but that guarantee had run out last week. I just wished she did not have to be so goddam helpful. And yet as her breasts swung down close to me....God, I adored women. I could get so lost in adoration I could forgive them anything.
I pulled apart from them for a moment. The snow white of Alison’s length was marked by a struggling mole on her right hip and one to the left of her left breast. Malleus malefactum. She would have been interrogated as a witch for that. By me. I wanted to sentence her. I wanted to burn her up. And as I watched Julia’s shorter leg glide over Alison’s, it seemed to me that the combination of these two together made the most perfect example of a single woman I had ever met. Julia would not have been burnt as a witch. She would have wept and said prayers for Alison, and then gone home to prepare the judge’s tea. My tea. In this context Julia’s clothes struck me as beautifully incongruous. She still had on sheer white stockings, only the tops of which obscured the brown of her legs like new bandage, in perfect contrast to her skin.  Her pants too were white and slit at the crutch so there was no need to take them off. The pale fuzz of her pubic hair, just visible through the fine mesh of lace, was trimmed to a heart shape by shaving. Devout courtesan. I loved the little ways she found to please me, as well as her obedience to the judge’s decree. My path to the administration of justice was clear. I placed a hand on each of them, on Alison’s tawny brush and Julia’s little fallen heart and swore, ‘I love you both.’
Still my gaze was drawn solely to the cabinet mirror chiseled features of Alison. But I saw her coolness was a lie by the way her lips trembled. I pulled her face towards me so that she could see I was watching her mouth. She tried to hide by coming closer for a kiss, but I held her head by its loosened plait and let Julia come across to kiss me instead. While my mouth was on Julia’s, my hand idled its way back down to Alison’s fanny. I dipped my finger in the wetness there and then forced that finger between Julia’s lips and mine, and into Julia’s mouth. As Julia drew back a little I motioned her to go down on her friend. She did so. Alison’s eyes widened with surprise as she felt her legs being pushed apart. She started up but I pushed her back down again turning her head towards me. ‘I want to do everything with you,’ I explained.
I meant it as a compliment, of course, but she reacted as though to a warning and bit my wrist where it passed over her shoulder to her plait. I slapped her breast gently with two fingers and she came at me like a wildcat. For a second I thought she was going to hit back. Instead she drove her body against mine and bit greedily into my mouth, and so I let her have her way with me for a’ moment. But almost as soon as she had my mouth she knelt up suddenly to fasten her mouth on my tool. This left Julia free to scramble for my mouth and hers was sweet with the wetness from Alison’s fanny. With her breasts sweeping my chest she knelt astride my torso so that her rump was just above and obscuring Alison’s face.
Suddenly Julia moaned into my mouth. I twisted my head away to see Alison but could not, though I felt her slowly allowing my tool to escape her wet grasp. I said, ‘Julia, tell me what she’s doing to you, honey.’
Julia tried to substitute another kiss for her reply, but I turned my head sharply back the other way. ‘She’s got one finger in me and one... Oh.’
Alison was pulling her backwards so that Julia’s fanny was poised above my tool.
Julia asked, ‘Can I?’
Julia’s instinct was always to squat down on me. And I could see from the way she held herself stiffly that she was desperate to have me inside her. This served to remind me that I had started the evening with a definite end in view. To instill in Julia a modicum of self-control. She looked down so that her hair fell over her face up and went on moving backwards till her mouth was above my tool instead.
‘OK,’ I said. ‘Soap me, honey.’



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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