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

Mortality In Relation

'I'm going to have forty winks. Wake me in a minute couple of minutes,' he said. He reminded me of his mortality and my own. His handsome face creased into the pillows, his mouth pouted. I watched fascinated as his breathing immediately deepened.
I had noticed before that people with his high level of drive had the need and therefore the ability to catnap at a moment's notice. He was asleep now and in two minutes would awake refreshed. So I had a very short time in which to reassess my mortality in relation to his. I was terrified at what I had promised. I instantly set about looking for ways of recanting.
This was going to be tricky. We had toyed with the violence in each other. But so far it had barely risen above the level of a playground game. If I broke my promise...I looked down into the pillows at his face where the smile lines showed white from the comer of his closed eye. I looked for reassurance. I found none. No, I had to think of a way of breaking my promise without appearing to do so. J list once more, I had to appear powerless. Only this listen darling time I had to be the sexual victim of circumstance. I would work it all out later. For now I wanted his arm around me. I wriggled closer and lifted his arm to push my face against his shoulder. He grunted, perhaps dreaming of me, or more likely of the blue sea as he gained the Mediterranean. I could smell the salt on him as we rounded Gibraltar. He was my rock and I was drawn back and forth with all the inevitability of high tide and low, to abandon his shores, to pound against them. In a very personal sense I understood how irresistible was the gravitational pull of the moon. I was the moon, pale, cloud-veiled, riding the black...
'How long have I been asleep?' His voice startled me. 'Oh hell, just when I was drifting off.'
Stefan sat up quickly. 'Timing,' he said; scratching among the black curls on his head, 'has always been our worst problem.'
I sat up too, ready to be on the defensive.
'When you were prepared to Stefan come away with me, I wasn't prepared to take you. When I was prepared to take you. ..But at last the moment is right. We've something to celebrate.' He jumped out of bed.
Timing would be everything when it came to me breaking my promise too. Just now, the moment was not ripe.
'Let's celebrate,' I said. And I was glad I had because now he looked so happy.
'Have I ever told you you're beautiful.



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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