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Sara
Our dinner tonight is a mix of Russian and Asian cuisine, with juicy pelmeni—Russian-style meat dumplings—served with sour cream as an appetizer and a vegetable stir-fry topped with chili-marinated tofu as the main dish.
Lunch was forever ago, and the bout of intense s*x combined with the hot bath further depleted my stores of energy. I’m so ravenous that as soon as Peter sets the food on the table, I dig in, devouring five large dumplings and two servings of the spicy stir-fry before looking up from my plate.
“Hungry?” Peter asks wryly as I go in for serving number three, and I flush, realizing I’ve been so focused on the food I’ve barely said a word.
“This is really good,” I say apologetically, and he grins, his metallic eyes as warm as I’ve ever seen them.
“Enjoy, ptichka.
