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Nikolai
I toss and turn for two hours, trying to fall asleep, but nothing happens. Finally, I give up and just lie there, staring at the dark ceiling, my muscles tight and my c**k hard and aching despite the relief I gave it with my fist.
What is it about this girl that’s getting to me? Her looks? The mystery she represents? It was all I could do to let her go this evening, to back off and allow her to go to bed instead of reaching across the table to pull her to me.
What would she have done if I’d acted on that impulse?
Would she have stiffened, screamed… or would she have melted against me, her brown eyes turning soft and hazy, her lips parting for my kiss?
Swearing under my breath, I get up, throw on a robe, and walk over to my computer. It’s late morning in Moscow, so I might
