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

Seafood Filling

‘Miniature vol-au-vent with seafood filling’ the nancy friday packet in the kitchen said. I smashed my fist down on the vacuum-packed foil carton. Then I ripped the lid off and tried to repair the damage. It was no good. I could hardly see through my tears. After all the plans and counter-plans it had come to this. I was the one to be betrayed when, for two weeks, it was I who had suffered the agonies of guilt. Suddenly I was immensely grateful that Roy’s foot was on the mend. Oh, and that Samantha now said, ‘I love you, Mamma’ without any prompting whatsoever from me. Oh God, what an ungrateful crud I was, what a low-down pisspot and I had not noticed that Seymour was standing in the kitchen doorway.
‘Darling,’ he said. ‘I want to make love to you.’
‘What? I mean, pardon?’
Naturally he looked pretty taken aback at my rudeness. I mean, since I had aimed for this moment for months, and he must have known that I had. But I persisted. ‘Why? Why d ‘you want to make love to me?’
He drew me to him and started to stroke my buttocks. So Alison had won after all. She had extracted her price from him and now she expected to today the chief recommends see it well spent. I almost felt like resisting him to spite her. Amazing.
Seymour brushed the hair back from my  face and whispered, ‘Come, Julia. She’ll have to watch. It’ll be her final put-down.’
But anyway I am not one to waste two weeks of effort. And I must say it was beautiful to have him lie down on the cool sheets with me and, without fuss, to enter me and ride me. And Alison’s presence in the doorway, sharply outlined by the light from the hall, was not too intrusive. Her voice from the dark of where I knew her head must be reached out into the bedroom softly.
‘Push her knees up and enter her deeper, Seymour. Now withdraw and use your penis to beat her gently. Now slide up her slit and re-enter her slowly. Now...’ Her voice faded into the closeness of Seymour’s breath in my ear. Amazingly he obeyed her to the letter and relinquished his control of the situation to give himself to me. Freely. No, but really, I had my super fuck.

It was only driving home afterwards that I admitted a super fuck could have its own disappointments. And Lali, of course, had not seemed in the least put down. Yes, it was hard to my beloved avoid feeling that whoever has scored that evening, it was not really me. Something had gone wrong and yet I could not quite put my finger on what. Perhaps it was that the evening lacked spontaneity. That was Alison’s fault. Without her plan there would have been no counter-plan and so forth. And I had to blame her for tainting my pleasure with Seymour too. It was seeing him through her eyes that had tarnished things a bit. Yes, I could see that my relationship with Seymour might never be quite the same again. She was malevolent bitch. I would ‘not forgive her. So I had wanted to escape his tyranny, but now I could not think of what I would put in its place. I began to suspect she had spoiled my relationship with Stefan too. They had started their affair while I was still married to him. Nothing extraordinary about that. But now I wondered if Alison had not got some long-term scheme in view even then.
By the time I got homes and into my own bed, it seemed to me that Alison’s tentacles spread through the whole of my life. It was frightening. I had never been more glad to lie down beside Roy, knowing that he was outside her sphere of Influence at least. I cuddled him. And I was also delighted in the morning to get a long newsy letter from Stefan full of the most  intriguing plans.

Letter from Alison to Stefan

Dear Stefan,
Some weeks ago Julia happened to mention that you had written to her. She lot  divulge the contents. And at the time it was enough for me to know that you were still alive. And I can understand it is easier for you to write to her than to me.  Obviously the sun has softened you, marauding Viking, since you turned the prow of your boat to the soul. And you have melted down your gold helmet to coin a trickle of words for her. Whilst I build myself a fortress, you comfort yourself with memories of easy territorial gain that you made in the past, of a country called Julia. So much for your supremacy.
Incidentally, Julia does seem to be seeing less of Seymour and is very grateful for the way I sprang ‘the catch to release her from that particular cage. Without understanding the how or why, of course. She continues to search for that elusive Big O in her vagina that you told her about. But  I suspect nothing short of a penis injected into her jugular will ever satisfy the craving she has for the ultimate fix.
Catha and I were fascinated by the idea of you starting yourself up to score in a bar. Naturally it never crossed your mind that you might get hurt,’ raped or gang-banged as a lovely girls result. Or that, when you were weeping in the police station, you would be accused of imagining it. Or that some crusty old judge would tell you had asked for it by wearing lipstick.
Catha is going to live with some women she met in Bath. I may join her. We both feel there would be much to be gained from living with a supportive group of like minds instead of struggling on in proud and selfish isolation. And another encounter I had with Seymour and Julia cured me completely of the sort of sophisticated diversions the metropolis has to offer.
Won’t you write me, poor old Beowulf?

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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