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

Remember celebrating

I should not have felt happy. I did. Yet the myth minute he was gone from sight I began to panic. I thought of Catha and how much I needed her help. And yet I knew it would be impossible to ask her help without displaying the depths of my weakness, the soft rotten core of my soul. Oh, how awful. It was as though the physical presence of Stefan drew me like a moth. Things in his immediate proximity glowed too, blotting out all other points of reference in my carefully mapped universe. Perhaps I could pretend I had not understood the implications of my promise. Or better still I could pretend I had no recollection of any promise. Yes, since the words had sprung involuntarily from my lips they were no more nor less than the distortion of a lover’s sigh.
Stefan returned with two glasses, and the bottle. He pulled back the fur rug to balance the glasses on my stomach and started to ease the cork. ‘Remember what we’re celebrating?’
‘Yes.’ It was silly to pretend. ‘What ?’
But I did wish he had not asked. I would rather not endorse my promise by repeating it. ‘Whatever you say, Stefan. ‘
‘You’re coming away with me.’
‘Yes.’ I did not socio economic want to start an argument when I could see the champagne cork was about to pop. I liked champagne. .
A jet of the stuff suddenly spurted and hit my stomach. My muscles contracted throwing the glasses off but at the Same time making a little well for the liquid to collect there.
‘Perfect.’ Stefan brushed the glasses off onto the floor 88 he bent to lap the wine like a big cat.
‘D ‘you really want to celebrate?’ I asked.
 ‘Ah. Yes.’ He looked up.
He watched with pleasure as I pushed one of the cushions under my buttocks so that my pelvis was tilted up and back. I reached down between my thighs and stretched open my vagina. He warmed the neck of the bottle inside his mouth before delicately placing it there. He tilted the bottle so some of the wine rushed inside me, quickly removed the bottle and placed his own lips there to drink from inside me. He looked up happily, champagne dripping from his chin.
‘Excellent vintage. Perhaps not quite soul love as chilled as I’d thought but...’
‘Are you complaining?’
‘No.’
I ‘Well, I am. I haven’t had any yet.’
‘You mean you can’t taste it?’ He carefully tilted the bottle again into my far-off tongueless space. ‘What does it feel like?’ he asked.
‘Like an icy volcano whose eruption is downwards instead of up. ‘
He drank again but this time he did not swallow. He came instead up to my other mouth and with his lips against mine shot the wine in a steady stream for me to drink. ‘Don’t you taste good?’
‘Yes,’ I had to agree. ‘Like sparkling wine.
‘I’m going to blow some grass into you too.’ He reached into the ashtray beside the bed. ‘You light this joint for me while I ...’ He disappeared down the bed. He poured more wine this time over the triangle of my pubic hairs to suck. I fair enough it trickle down the crease of my thigh onto the rug.
I christen thee, he said, ‘HMS Nosila.
‘What?’ I was lighting up.
‘In Nosila I have proof that Alison can be reversed. That I have the power to make her back-track and turn her resolve tip over arse.’ He sucked. ‘And all who sail in her. Don’t waste that grass.’
Having lit up, I had pinched the joint out immediately. I was angry. I ‘Has faced with what Catha would call a classic case of Male Sexual Imperialism. I That’s why I mashed the thing in the ashtray. But he was quicker and snatched it face up from me before it went out.

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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