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

Seymour Warned

I nodded wordlessly  as I drew the sorbonne bigger end of the   dildo out of me.  After all, I was going to get the real thing.  later.
            'But now I'm going to shave you.'  He ripped the little moustache from her upper lip and she  winced.  'Not just there either.'
            'What?  Oh, no.'
            'Yes.'  Seymour was standing up.  'I'm going to shave your pubic hair.'
            'Why?'
            'Because I want to get closer to you.  As close  as possible.'
            When he went out through the  door I felt  quite frightened of being left alone with Alison.  Sure  enough,  she appealed to me instantly.
            'If  you love me, Julia?'
            'Of course I do.' Her cunt glistened like a jewel on my fingers as I let slip the smaller end of the dildo: Perhaps I had misunderstood her strategy to hold back from Seymour in order to dictate the terms of his relationship with me. I had not seen much sign of that But then she could hardly resist a man who had tired her up - and with  my help.
'Then loosen the knots round my wrists,' she whispered with her eyes on the door.
I hurried to comply. I had to serve my own best interests. But then as soon as Seymour realized I had freed her he would punish me. And the obvious way for him to do that was by refusing to comply with Alison's requests on my behalf. Later. I had untied her right wrist, now I hesitated at her left.
'Julia,' she whispered urgently. 'I strongly disapprove of this business of women shaving or being shaved.'
'Why?'
'Because it's such an obvious ploy -a way of de-personalizing use smoothing us into objects, preparing us for surgery.'
'But you shave under your arms.'
'Yes, but I keep meaning to stop.'
I was contemplating retying the knot on psycho ops her right wrist when Seymour re-entered with the Philishave I had bought him last Christmas.
'What are you doing?'
'Nothing. '
'Then come here.' He was plugging the razor in by the sound system. 'I want you to help me shave her.'
I knelt down with him between her knees. 'Seymour.' Alison demanded.
'Ssssh.' The buzz of the razor took over from him. Suddenly I could not remember if I had loosened both knots at Lali's wrists, or tightened them, or left one undone or what. The trouble was that I was conscious only of Seymour's erection once I was this close to him. But his hand drew mine from where it was fondling him to the outer lips of Alison's vulva where the hair curled about her dark slit. I used the thumb and forefinger of my left hand to stretch the skin there taut. Seymour lowered the head of the razor with delicate precision.
Alison wriggled slightly. 'No.' But she made no attempt to sit up.
'Don't be silly,' Seymour warned. 'I don't want to nick you.' He was frowning with concentration as we shifted attention to the opposite side of her slit, then leave it upwards to her lovely mound and uncovered skin there as white as snow. Seymour blew into the head of his razor and dusted the loose hair that had fallen onto her thighs. I was gathering up the curls that had fallen on the carpet to put them in the waste bin. I was only trying to be helpful, but this seemed to annoy him.
'Don't. I want that for my cushion.' 'What?'
'The cushion I'm stuffing with pubic hair.'
I thought I knew all about him. I knew so little. I felt mortified to realize he had never asked me to contribute to any cushion. But luckily I had no time to dwell on it because Seymour asked me to get the mirror off the wall and bring it for Alison to admire her new look. And the mirror was heavy.
'I don't want to see.' Alison was far from grateful. 'Look.'
She closed her eyes and refused to raise her head however conveniently I angled the mirror for her.
'Feel then. ' Seymour stroked her naked mound. 'Your new-found vulnerability.'
And he ran his finger unobstructed into the fold that concealed her clitoris. She gasped. And he then directed me to take the mirror and angle it over her face so that he could watch her expression. 'I'm sorry you won't look at the way you're now Stefan fully exposed to me.'
            'I despise you, Seymour.'
            'As much as you despise yourself, darling?'
            Suddenly her face  contorted and she held her breath. 
'I'm not hurting you?'   Seymour  watched  the mirror. 
            From where I stood behind her head I could only see his forearm, in the shadow of his body, start pumping. 'How many fingers have you got in me?'  Alison asked the mirror.
            'Four and here's the fifth.'
            'No,' she moaned.
            From my point o view  the mirror was growing heavier by the  minute. 
            'Do you want  me to take my hand away?'  He was  working fast.
            Suddenly I noticed that the silk scarves were lying on the floor clear of her wrists.  My own wrists were aching. 
            'Yes,' she shouted at him.
            'Yes, go on, or yes, stop?'  Actually his only real response was to work faster still.  Lali came almost immediately and raised her hands to clutch  at her  open mouth and then to push the mirror away.  Just as well because  I was on the verge of dropping it.  There was a short silence before she sat up.  Seymour  soul love betrayed no surprise that she was able to do so.  Instead he pulled her by the neck up to his shoulder and whispered into her hair.
            'Now do you  want to hit me?'  he  asked.
            In response she  started hitting him and continued to do so as he crouched lower and lower and  bowed his head to undo the scarves  that still tied her feet.
            I was close to  tears as begged  her, 'Oh, don't him, Lali, please.'
But as soon as Seymour had undone her ankles he started dodging the blows she was raining on him. He stood up and pulled her roughly to her feet, then held her close to him so that the had to stop. I heard her sob. I heard my sob echo hers. And Seymour looked our relationship straight across at me as though he had forgotten I was there.
'Get out,' he told me. 'And leave us alone.'

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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