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Nazar Yartsev:

Incredible!

We’d already had sex several times, but the first time in the bedroom, when I went all in with my little jerk-off stunt, it was completely different. On the motorcycle it wasn’t exactly comfortable and was relatively quick. In the club, it was more like an angry punishment and a release of tension, and Ann wasn’t herself.

But yesterday…

When there were no lies, no playing for an audience, no discomforts and no distracting factors, it was absolutely mind-blowing! We were finally ourselves and weren’t ashamed of our desires or showing them.

Anya literally melted in my hands and was flexible as clay, writhing on me like a snake. God, the way I bent her, and how I lost my damn mind over the possibilities and the pliancy of her body! We moved the way we wanted and loved, immediately showing the broad limits of our fantasies and range of preferences. My admiration had no limits, just like my endless desire. Having sex with the one you love and can’t get enough of looking at is the brightest emotion and pure bliss!

I can see that Ann wanted our interaction not to go this way. Obviously, after our night of passion, she thought I’d back off after enjoying and getting my long-awaited candy.

But hell no!

That’s nothing to me! Because after finally getting a full taste of that beloved “candy,” those few nighttime crumbs are catastrophically not enough! I’m addicted to the taste of her plump lips, the smell of her desired body, and the sweet moans of my baby. And the way she squeezes me in moments of pleasure… impossible to describe.

So basically, she’s not getting any peace now. Even though she keeps trying to pull away from me and starts trying to keep her distance, I’m not called Shade for nothing. I’ll crawl up and seduce her by any means, the kind that make Anya melt and can’t be fought.

She’s a very sensitive girl, my girl, and gets turned on in half a second. Honestly, I don’t even need to try beyond my natural talents, but I do try! Because I don’t want her even thinking about other bastards! My beloved reacts to me and my actions so emotionally and tenderly that hope is being born in my soul… that maybe she loves me too… at least a little! Maybe she’s just being difficult, or, which I’m more inclined to believe, something is holding her back even from trying to love, let alone admitting it.

Another conversation about us as something serious and exclusive started to turn bitter and exploded into a real scandal. The girl didn’t even want to hear about my serious intentions toward her, hiding behind who I am!

I’m over here surrounding her with warmth and care, providing safety and comfort, feeding her, taking care of her, nursing her back to health, running around on my hind legs, enduring her mockery, making love to her so passionately my legs cramp up, and she?!

“You’re an unserious manwhore and an asshole!”

It pissed me the fuck off!

I’ve never bent over backward like this for anyone! I don’t need it! But with her, I want to and enjoy giving her care! It doesn’t burden me, quite the opposite! Apparently, all the unused love and care that’s built up in me over my whole life is overflowing now! It happens on its own! And I like it… but she doesn’t! According to her, I’ll only last a couple of weeks and then realize I’m a complete loser!

That threw me into a rage. I was sick of it, honestly! Everyone, one way or another, thinks that! For everyone I belong in the “nothing serious” category, and this time it hurt more than ever. Maybe because it was Anya saying it, the girl I’m insanely in love with and breathe for?

She wanted to slip away, and I wanted to keep her. I’ve never lacked imagination or the ability to twist situations in my favor, and a plan immediately materialized in my head on how to hook her and trap her.