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 Priest and the Penitent

Tactic one: praise, I said, Julia' honey, all this lovely food.  Come, sit beside me.  I want  to feed you.  We missed  you.  Didn’t we, Alison?’
‘Alison sounded  surprised.  ‘Yes.’
I pushed her aside a little on the pretext of offering her the dish of guacamole, but dipped   my own finger in the sloppy green stuff  to feed Julia.
Tactic two: express dependency. I said, ‘Julia, my love, I can’t reach the projector.  Since you’re the nearest  would you switch it on?’
The title was fairly innocuous, something like The Priest and the Penitent.  ‘Thanks, darling.’  And I kissed her ear as she  rolled back towards me, and whispered,  ‘Did I mention I loved you today?’
‘Seymour.’ The brown  eyes  softened these up with  promises of lenient  treatment for those  who surrender.  Julia had already  surrendered.  She was forgoing the pleasure of being fed by me in order to feed me.  Alison was another matter.  She had taken the dish of strawberries to  balance on her stomach.  Whilst feeding  herself with her  left hand, she was working on her clitoris with her right.  I thought.  Tactic  three.  Then I though, hell, there is nothing worse I this type  of situation than to become self-conscious.  Hang the psychology.  I took a fistful of strawberries and crushed them, dropped them back in the bowl  and gave my open palm letter to Alison  to lick.  Julia too leant across and licked where the juice   dripped from my wrist.  After all, since   I adored women, it was stupid of me to view them as the enemy.  Besides, there was the movie.
Very upper-class family.  The parents of this young bird  were very worried about all the attention she was attracting from the male customers at this sybaritic-type hotel.  Cut to young bird being  received  as a  novice in convent  set in lovely lush countryside.  She  looks fresh-faced  and surprisingly innocent  after the goings on in the hotel.  The priest at this convent turns out to have a real humdinger on him- more or less   like a donkey’s.  He  only visits, of  course, to take mass and hear confessions.
I started on the strawberries myself , dipping them direct  into the carton of cream.  In doing so I dropped  a spot on the duvet but Julia was quick with a tissue.   Then I directed  her to Alison’s other side  and indicated that she  should rest her hand  whether Alison’s was working.  Between strawberries I tasted Alison’s pink nipple.
Pan round confessional.   Close-up small padlocked door.  The priest with the face up key on belt.  Track through  door to neat little torture  chamber.  Mid close-up novice  as she follows priest  in, eyes down cast, tear trembles  on her lashes.
Alison came.  Her eyes closed, so I knew she was missing the movie.  I missed some too, just  to watch her lie there being beautiful.  I tested her mouth with my finger and she opened it  in a dreamy smile.  I told her to keep smiling while I picked the strawberry pips from her teeth.
I turned  back to the screen just as the priest  ripped her black habit as she bent over a wooden table and parted the cloth wide to expose her sweet round arse.  With one hand he began to unbutton  his cassock, with the other he picked up a small plaited whip in a minute and…Alison bit my arm.  I glanced at her only momentarily, just long enough to register the fury in her eyes.  I slapped her thigh and told her to open her legs.  She did not.  I told Julia  to hold one leg while  I opened  the   other wide across me, pinning it firmly between my left knee and right calf.  As I did  so I thought  how I adored this new order of  nuns called Feminists.  Nothing was sweeter than to be a party to their  high-mindedness.  To play the priest with them. Incline my head to their  weakness, and counsel strength.   Salve their  consciences with  an appropriate  penance.  I leant towards Julia through the projector’s beam and turning my beloved head so that Alison  could not read my words,  I mouthed , “The white candle.’

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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