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

The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm

‘I am no longer content to be your nancy friend.’ He sat down, apparently relaxed but watching me closely.
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Would you like to roll me a joint?’
‘Stuff yourself. ‘ I turned away, annoyed to find I was close to tears.
‘Baby,’ he said without the exclamation mark. He knew me too well.
‘Just at the point when...’
‘OK. You suck your thumb. I’m going to have a suck of this.’ And he reached for a clay pipe.
‘At the point when I’m about to leave the agency and start up on my own. ‘ I pressed on. ‘This. Why? I’ll tell you why -sheer bloody-mindedness. Isn’t that all it is, shit-head? ‘
He smiled for the first time and carefully laid the pipe back in its ashtray. He stood up and came across to me. ‘Didn’t you hear me say I love you?’
I could never read his eyes but his voice softened from a hardness that was all head resonance to a lovely girls purr in his chest. It seemed to dissolve those coils and delicate bones
of my inner ear to a liquid that trickled down all through me. I leant against him as he raised his arms around me. Then I felt him clasp his own arms behind my back. Slowly he squeezed me until I felt my ribs would crack. I tried to warn him to stop but no sound came. He released his grasp suddenly.
‘Now promise me you’ll come.’
I was too winded to speak.
‘In that case you’re free to go. Leave now.’ But he leant against the door blocking my exit. He had just reminded me of his enormous strength. No wonder I hesitated.
‘Thanks,’ Stefan smiled. ‘I knew you’d agree to my request.’ And he went hack as though to light up the pipe.
The trouble with loving a gangster is that one feels oneself drawn towards playing the role of the gangster’s moll. But I did not have a flick knife on me. I was even too scared to slap his face up. I knew how those apache dances ended with the woman on the floor clutching the man’s ankle. Besides I was a woman of independent means and recognized by my business associates as having a mind of my own. I was intelligent, cultured and civilised. I had read Virginia Wolf’s A Room of One’s Own, Germaine Greer’s The Female Eunuch and even The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm, and had agreed with every word. For these sorts of reasons it was essential for me to make a quick and dignified exit.
‘Until today,’ I said, ‘I honestly believed we had a perfect relationship. Without restraints on either our coming and going or on our modes of expression. Free to be ourselves, to respect each other’s space. Free of mundane demands, of sexual jealousy, of...’
‘Yes, over the past years we’ve spent time together.’

He stopped pretending to light the clay pipe. ‘I regard that time as an investment. I am about to realize my capital. ‘
‘You really expect me to stand here glowing like some frigging gold bar?’
He was quiet. ‘No. You’re a much more precious metal than that. I acknowledge you basterd uniqueness. So I’ve bought the mining rights on all mineral deposits in your locality.
I spoke even more quietly than he had. ‘Stuff your metaphors, darling. A stick of plutonium up your arse too.’
Unfortunately I had taken no more than two measured steps towards the door before he was on me. He rushed me towards the bed and threw me face down. I just had time to say, ‘Stefan, please don’t,’ before he rolled me over on the black fur rugs. His full weight was on me. I tried to turn my head away but his hands were: dug into my hair holding me.
‘Don’t turn away. Look at me.’ The intensity of his voice shocked me. ‘You are the most beautiful, most stylish, most intriguing and sexy woman I have ever known. So far I have resisted the impulse to possess you. But from now on? No.’
‘But Stefan.’ The casualness of his phone calls announcing that he had been in London a week before he had had the chance to ring always angered and delighted me. The off-handedness of his then leave it takings had always hurt as well as relieved me. It flattered me to think that they had ‘been painful to him too. But I was not ready to say so.
‘What?’ he asked.

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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