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

Petite Bourgeoisette

I spread my legs a little. My right finger Stefan were already inside me, now I worked with my left hand on my clitoris and came almost immediately.
'That's it then. I'm dispensable. I may as well go. 'And he went to depress the catch of his seat-belt. The nose of the plane dipped suddenly.
'Stefan,' I shouted. 'No.'
'Then, quick, say you love me.'
            'I love you.'
You're only saying that because you want me to go on flying this bloody thing.'
'No, I swear it.' I watched as the plane nose came up above the horizon again. My heart was pounding. 'I don't like that sort of joke.'
'It was cheap of me.'
'You're an opportunist.'
'So are you. And as much of an adventurer as me. Physical danger brings you to orgasm very quickly.'
I was reminded of the chill that had spread through me when he explained how shooting and then leave it eating an animal that he had hunted rivaled the most orgiastic experience he had ever had with a woman. Presumably shooting and then eating a person would surpass even that. Really he terrified me. Which was why I only remarked, 'At least I'm not conditioned like a man to play the role of daredevil to its limit,'
'Ah, you meant it's because you're a woman you play safe? Scrabble out a little hole for yourself in the earth and sit on it like a broody hen to keep your stillborn eggs warm?'
'God knows what you'd've done if you'd been born a  woman.
The archangel head was in profile, the blue eye reflecting blue sky. 'I've never even considered it,' he said.
'I'll bet. How would you have earned your living for a start? No old-boy networks on the Stock Exchange. No selling and reselling to one of your own holding companies without the nudge" and' wink being passed along the line. Would you have been the boss's secretary instead? '
'I would've been a whore,' he said. He unzipped his fly. 'Now please give me your pants, darling.'
            'I'd have to undo my seat-belt.'
'Any turbulence will be of our relationship own making.' 'There's no need for me to take my pants off.'
'The ancillary decisions are yours. I'm just the pilot and as such I'll have to stay in my seat.' He smiled as he released his huge erection into the sunlight. 'Get on it. '
'Mightn't that be risky?' I demurred.
'Yes,' he laughed. 'But not nearly as risky as doing it driving a car. If you take off your sandals and face me with one foot either side. ..' He pushed his seat back suddenly to the backstop of the slide. 'Sit on me.'
I was already climbing over him. 'But you can't see...
'We're cruising on auto. I'll keep radio watch. And if you'd put your bloody arm down. .'
I sank into a deep squat pulling the wet crutch of my pants to one side. His penis slid into me. 'Heaven.'
'Yes, you are an angel. And now I can watch the co-pilot controls.'
I watched where the tail plane faired straight out from the cabin and sliced the sky. I used the fingers of my left hand to open my slit still further and bore down on him. The-avalache preoccupation of his hands with the controls, and the way his eyes never left the dials in front of the seat I had vacated, excited me. He was mine. Yet he eluded me.
However hard I pushed down on him, he traveled forward with irresistible speed towards an unseen horizoil. Amorous birds of prey at last, locked into our own dynamic. Motionless prisoners born by currents of air high above the ground. All of which made me uncomfortably awart: that I had a practical problem. My movement was severely restricted. I had no headroom. 'If we could only open the roof, Stefan.'
'It'd be best to remember that we are human, darling. Wait though. I can hobby-horse the craft. ' He reached further past me.
'If I disengage the wing-leveler, push the yoke forward and then pull back to put a little go on us.  'you see?'
The plane dived and pulled back so that I was lifted slightly and then forced down harder onto his cock. Really it was magic of the most sophisticated kind, a technological triumph producing the subtlest of sensations in my cunt. This beat a vibrator any day. I must tell Catha. But it was also rather frightening in the best nurturing sense that the best magic is a threat to rational thinking. The aircraft rose and fell, lifted and dipped until I came. See me now, Catha, how I fly with his cloven hoof kicking the walls of my womb. Let me tell you the true meaning of the word 'joy-ride '. And watch me swallow the flaming sword of my fallen archangel as we crash from heaven down to.Yes, I had dispensed with rational thought. But suddenly 'Woman's Leg Found in Bucks Ditch', and I realized I had a bad attack of cramp. I climbed off the pilot painfully and back into my own seat.
My pants were now soaked with his come as well as my own, and as soon as I had recovered from the cramp I wriggled out of them. The pilot took them from me, felt for a dry patch and mopped himself with them. Then he opened' a six-inch square window set into the main window beside him and released Seymour warned them into the slipstream. He closed the window, released the catch on his seat and slid forward before he commented, 'When was the last time your pants disappeared at a hundred and eighty miles an hour?'
'Every experience I have with you is unique, Stefan.' Then I hesitated. 'But you've done this before.'
'There are occasions when any man benefits from a touch of the bizarre.'
'Like when he's had so much of it at ground-level? And who with? Who was your last sky-fuck?'
'Put your belt back on.' Sexual envy was Stefan's particular taboo. Which was just as well for him, I suppose.
'I only ask as a matter of academic interest.' Because I felt the resentment in my beloved voice had been all too obvious. 'What else?'
'Ma petite bourgeoisette.'
'Who then?'
'You have absolutely no rights over me.'
'Nor you over 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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