This wasn’t written as erotica necessarily, but it tells the hot story of my lesbian tryst in Moscow. Hope you enjoy!
I spend too much of my time thinking. I plan to make a living thinking and teaching others to do likewise. Though my heart reacts strongly, quickly, often senselessly, the entire process is laden with constant analysis. I am constantly doubting my desires. Sometimes, I want to be thoughtless.
Last Saturday night you gave me thougtlessness, малышка моя. The lights were low and the beer was sweet, so when you grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor I followed you and kissed you just because I wanted to. I wanted your body so I took it, right there under the flashing lights, and I let you know how beautiful you were right when I noticed. When you asked me to come home with you, I knew what I wanted. When you asked if I wanted to date, well… Maybe I wasn’t exactly sure. But I didn’t run away from desires. I didn’t think as much as I felt. And after months of fighting my heart… Damn, it felt great.