Desiderius Lustig: Stories

We follow in this first book the adventures of Ben, architect. He is seriously searching a new spiritual balance after the loss of his partner. The Circle adopting him, has a rather physical interpretation of mental healing.

The days of Olim, a story from the days that were...
We were wandering through southern Europe, that summer of 1971, in our old Ford Anglia Sportsman (yes, the one with a spare wheel on the bumper), and had driven up the road to the Castelfusano Country Club near Lido di Ostia, thinking it would probably be far too posh for us.

The days of Olim, a story from the days that were...
There is so much to tell from the flowerpower years. We did liberate ourself from stiffling sex under blankets. Sexual intercourse was only for married people, yeah. In Paulus' and Mo's apartment we experimented. A lot. They will be followed through my stories in time till they are grandparents, old and grey and still horny.

Desi -my old-man's self- in his far-away-house takes up a friend of his niece when she needs a secret hideaway. The build-up of sexual tension between old man and visitor begins to show. Indeed not the intention?

Part of BSFSF
Specific smells of women entice me! My love knows that and keeps me in her straight and narrow. A flash story.

This week, after the funeral of my sister-in-law (my age) we stayed in Lizz’s grandmother’s apartment and she stayed in the guest room upstairs in the retirement home. This first night she came downstairs, cold and sad and sought comfort between our old nakedness. I never knew that deep sorrow could so easily be transformed into a violent orgasm. Or is it the eager hands of me and my love?

Stilettos, the attributes of womanhood excite me! And my Love...

Valentine, a grandfather musing over his grandson's first.

In these war-ridden times I need to share with you the memories of my long dead neighbour about old atrocities and love.