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

Out- Stretched

'Now you're hiding from me. Be bolder.' I spoke down into the camera. 'Julia, lift your breast for her. letter to Alison, suck hard on her nipple then pull...'
Really she did not need coaching. As she pulled away from the nipple her cheeks hollowed and the flash caught her. She bared her teeth on the nipple. Julia moaned and tried to turn towards me.
'You want to see the photo, Julia?' I said. And pulled it out of the camera as I went to sit beside her. She took it, but let it fall as her eyes registered the size of my erection . I put the camera on the floor and picked the photo up.
'Look, 'I said. But at the same time I pulled down the trousers of my track suit to expose my erection.
'Ah,' Julia exclaimed and this made Alison sit up to see and so released her to turn to me. Gently I guided Julia's head down onto my stiff tool which left me free to address Alison.
'Look,' I told her and she leant across Julia's bowed back to take the photo own glass still from me. I caught her out- stretched hand and pulled her sharply to me. I caught the copper plait, and forced her mouth to mine. Within seconds her tongue was exploring my mouth with the unbridled curiosity I had sensed was the hallmark of her mind. Curiosity that was probably as often her downfall as her salvation. Playfully I threatened her tongue with my teeth and her eyes opened wide on me. But Julia, wedged between us, was beginning to work too hard on me; I could feel the muscles of my back and buttocks stiffening already. I had to grab her hair and lift her up off me.
'Wait, honey, wait. Let's get to the bedroom.
As I stood up I was thinking what an idiot Julia was to have brought a woman of such powerful sexuality to share with me, to share me. She had only herself to blame if, whilst I talked to her, my eyes were always fixed on Alison. All I wanted was to know Alison, to get my hands into her, to praise her open with my tongue at one end and my tool at the other and gouge out her secrets and her dreams, as well as the myth nuts and bolts of her heart, and lay bare the glittering ornaments of her most hidden flesh. Christ. I stepped on the catsuit so she could step out of it without pausing to bend down and I rushed her along to the bedroom.
I was extremely glad I had prepared the bedroom. One; low lamp was on beside the bed, a spot in the far corner was turned to dim, the projector and screen ready positioned, the new duvet cover Julia had brought me back from Paris was on the bed; I had even sprayed the pillows with some duty-free Monsieur Rochas; a fresh bottle of wine stood ready-opened on the bedside table. I swung Alison around to face me as soon as we cleared the door. I was too impatient to get her on the bed. At the same time I did wonder if Julia would have the sense to turn the Buddy Rich off.  I could not remember what sounds I had on the turntable in here. Damn. My hands were on the cool white breasts, my mouth grinding into her mocking smile as I heard Julia behind me. She sounded breath! I heard the rustle of one of her carrier bags being placed beside the bed.
Alison began to fondle my beloved tool and balls with lightweight hands that barely touched me, when Julia came alongside and stood tentatively. I motioned her away, and she turned and knelt down behind me. From her position there, outside the magic circle of Alison's green eyes, she parted my buttocks and slowly insinuated her long wet tongue. No, really I could not have done without either of them at that moment. Yet both were treating me far too gently for me to feel anything but a sort of agonizing suspense. It seemed to me I had to treat them roughly in order to break through the last of their reserve. I thrust my hand down inside Alison's pants. She was wet, so it was easy to insert two fingers immediately.  She gasped and tried to pull away but I was quicker and forced her to me with my other hand on her bottom. Julia responded to the sudden surge of tension between Alison and me by standing and letting her tongue ride up the groove of my spine till her teeth fixed into the flesh of my shoulder near the nape. I saw Alison's eyes shift and guessed she and Julia were signaling each other. I put a stop to that by withdrawing: my fingers from Alison and, with one arm round her waist, the other curving down between her legs, my forearm against her fanny, I threw her backwards onto the shutters bed. I leapt after her struggling to get my track-suit trousers off.



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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