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Tatyana
by Cozman (lcozman@yahoo.co.uk)

***

A British expatriot posted to a mission in a former 
Soviet country is completely smitten by a young, 
Russian woman who works in a grocery market. The 
attraction is mutual, but temporary. (MF, rom)

***

I don’t know why, but I was captivated from the first 
moment I saw her. 

I had recently been posted to one of the post-Soviet 
Central Asian republics, to a city of mile-after-mile 
of Soviet-style apartment blocks, most of which were 
decaying, as was the rest of the infrastructure of this 
poor, declining nation. Being from the UK, I had been 
undergoing a major cultural adjustment. Not much here 
resembled anything from the western world. 

I was in one of only a handful of food markets that 
resembled a western supermarket when I first saw her. 
She was operating one of the check-out tills when I got 
into queue to pay for my purchases.

She was a Russian girl, gobsmacking beautiful. Maybe in 
her early-to-mid twenties, blonde hair and one of the 
most beautiful faces I have ever seen. Seated at the 
cash register, I couldn’t get a really good look at her 
body, but I could see enough to know she had curves in 
all the right places. 

When it came my turn, she rang up my purchases, took my 
payment and handed me my change. Her hands were smooth 
with long fingers and carefully manicured nails. As I 
prepared to leave she looked up into my eyes and gave 
me the loveliest smile I believe I have ever seen. Da 
Svedanaya, she said. Goodbye.

I left the market in a fog. I could not get her face 
out of my mind. I remembered she had deep, blue eyes. I 
could not forget her smile.

I had never in life been so taken with a woman that I 
had only seen once, and then in nothing more than a 
normal commercial transaction. I knew better to think 
the smile that had so overpowered me was anything but 
good customer relations – after all she was a good 
twenty years younger that I – but I couldn’t shake the 
feeling, the hope that the smile she gave me was a 
little more.

Only a couple of days went by before I convinced myself 
I was short on groceries and I headed back to that 
market. She was there, as before, seated at the till. 
Again, when it was my turn check out, she ended the 
transaction with another big, warm smile. I really 
thought I also saw an almost imperceptible, but saucy 
tilt of her head. I stared into her eyes, which also 
seemed to be smiling. This time, I kept a clear enough 
head to smile back at her. I left the market, no less 
stunned than I had been the first time.

Two days later I was back. The same gorgeous smile, 
this time with a clear expression of recognition. 
Again, this time I was sure, a little tilt of the head, 
something more than one would expect at the check out 
stand. I noticed that she was wearing a name tag. 
Tatyana. I glanced at her right hand – Russians wear 
wedding rings on their right hand. No ring on her 
shapely fingers.

The next time I visited the market – by now my house 
was full of groceries, but I convinced myself I need 
more – Tatyana was not at the checkout stand. I was 
amazed at the depth of my disappointment. Thoroughly 
dejected, I was about to leave the market when I 
spotted her in one of the aisles. Today, her duties 
seemed to include helping customers find items in the 
store. 

I began to browse the aisles, frequently positioning 
myself so I could see her from a short distance. Trying 
not to be too obvious, I drank in the vision of her. 
Before, when she was seated at the checkout stand, I 
couldn’t see much of her body. Standing in the aisle, 
wearing the market’s uniform of a form-fitting-but-not-
too-tight sweater, a vest, and form-fitting-but-not-
too-tight stretch slacks, I got a much better and 
thoroughly pleasing view of her.

In addition to the gorgeous face, she had a gorgeous 
body. My gaze travelled south, starting from her face. 
Her medium-sized, perky breasts were clearly outlined 
by her clinging sweater. She had a flat stomach and a 
tight, full, womanly ass. Her slacks were just tight 
enough I could barely make out what appeared to be a 
fleshy mound at the point her legs joined her torso. 
Mesmerized, I drank in the vision of her.

I had been trying not to be too obvious, but at some 
point she happened to turn toward me. When she saw me, 
she displayed the smile. It seemed to say, "I’ve been 
waiting all day to see you." Since she’d seen and 
recognized me, I couldn’t just fade back into another 
aisle. Plus, I was happy that she had acknowledged my 
presence.

I went directly toward her, all the time seeming to – 
at least pretending to – scan the shelves for 
particular items. As I neared her, she came toward me.

"Can I help you find something?"

Just being near her left me almost breathless. I 
quickly scanned the shelves and seized on a flour 
product near the top. "I was…," I stuttered a bit, but 
not too much. "I was looking for baker’s yeast," I 
blurted out. I didn’t have the slightest need for 
baker’s yeast, but I had seen that it was near the top 
of the aisle.

Just as I had hoped, she stretched to reach up and 
snare a packet of baker’s yeast. While she did, I was 
able to watch her breasts stretch against her sweater 
and gaze down on her perfectly shaped ass. As she 
stretched, her sweater rose up just enough to expose a 
small amount of bare skin on her torso. 

Seeing all this, I didn’t get a "tingling" in my groin, 
I got a full woody; it had been years since my dick was 
this hard, especially without direct stimulation. I was 
holding a small market basket and positioned it in 
front of my groin, knowing that my erection would 
otherwise be obvious.

She handed the small package of yeast to me, turned and 
gave me that brilliant smile. As she handed the package 
to me, she touched my arm, and, I thought – maybe 
fanaticized – skimmed one of her breasts against me. It 
was a subtle move, perhaps I had misinterpreted it.

The next time I visited the market my doubts were 
erased. Again, she was "working" the aisles. This time, 
I went directly to her, and made no attempt to hide my 
appreciation for her body. She showed me how to find 
many things in the aisle of that market. When she 
stretched to reach something high in the product racks, 
she lingered, and looked back at me and smiled as I 
drank in her beauty.

Later, I reasoned, this could only go so far. Either I 
had to make a direct connection to Tatyana, or steer 
away from what could end up being a dangerous 
obsession.

I was still wresting with all these thoughts when I 
went again to the market. She was again working in the 
aisles. She again offered to help me find things, and I 
took her up on it. Everything I needed, it turned out, 
was near the top of a shelf. I enjoyed every moment of 
watching her breasts stretch against her sweater, and 
seeing her butt right in front of my face. I wanted to 
hold her next to me, and caress her – let’s face it—
feel her entire body, all the while kissing nuzzling 
her neck and kissing her swollen lips.

I wanted to crush her to me and feel her breasts 
against me, pull her to me by cupping her ass cheeks. I 
wanted to reach under her sweater and cup her breasts 
in my hands. 

I wanted to gently lay her down and make love to her, 
in every possible way.

As these feelings were passing through my mind, and my 
cock was throbbing in my pants, she climbed down from a 
short step ladder that she had climbed to get one of my 
"top of the shelf" items. I was standing behind her, to 
steady the step ladder – not to mention get a great 
view of her shapely rear end. As she descended, her ass 
rubbed up against my crotch. Willie definitely took 
notice of that, and I felt heat rising from my loins 
and travelling throughout my body.

I loved that contact, but thought I should be 
embarrassed. As I started to move away, however, 
Tatyana looked back at me and smiled. This was not a 
customer smile. This was an "I know" smile. She 
emphasized this by wiggling her ass against my steel-
hard cock.

Then she finished climbing down from the ladder, turned 
to me, looking into my eyes and said, "Is there 
anything else I can do for you?" Then, she looked 
around to make sure no one else was looking at us and 
rubbed my cock through my pants.

I was almost panting as she did this. It was a fantasy 
come true. Then she backed off, and in a totally 
professional voice said, "you know, we have a number of 
items that are not on display, we keep them in the back 
for our favorite customers."

Then, she leaned again toward me. "I have to work late 
tonight in the back of the store," she said. "I’ll be 
working alone, and if you want to see our items for 
special customers I could show them to you then."

I could barely contain myself, but got it together 
enough to say, "When?"

"Nine o’clock. But come to the back door and knock 
hard, four times, so that I’ll know it’s you."

With that she smiled, discretely touched my hand and 
then walked away to assist another customer.

I was in a complete fog as I left the store, almost 
forgetting to pay for my goods. For the rest of the 
day, I could barely contain myself. Later, I couldn’t 
remember a single thing I had done in the office that 
afternoon…not who I talked to, any calls I made, not 
anything. It was all a blank.

Finally, the clock approached nine and I was walking 
through a dark alley way toward the loading dock and 
back door of the market. It had turned cold during the 
day and now was snowing lightly. More than once, the 
thought had crept into my mind that perhaps I was being 
played for the fool, or even being set up to be robbed. 
Each time, I pushed the negative thoughts away. I was 
convinced Tatyana was sincere and felt the same 
attraction I did, unlikely as it might seem.

Finally, I found myself standing outside the rear door 
of the market. I had to work up some courage to knock 
on the door, but I did, four times, loudly.

At first there was no response, and a feeling of 
disappointed began to seep into my consciousness. I 
considered whether I should knock again. I wondered if 
I should just walk away, having in reality lost 
nothing, invested little. After two or three minutes, I 
heard a muffled scraping noise on the other side of the 
door, and then it opened just a few inches. Peering 
through the opening was Tatyana. My heart leapt into my 
throat. 

She stuck her head through the opening and looked both 
ways into the alley way. Seeing no one but me, she 
opened the door further and waved me inside, then 
closed and bolted it behind me.

Safely inside, she turned toward me. This time I knew 
the smile was only for me. We looked into each other’s 
eyes for a few moments, then I reached out and took her 
hand. "I didn’t know it had started snowing," she said. 
"Your coat is wet, let’s get it off of you."

As we removed my coat I noticed she was still wearing 
the sweater and slacks of her work uniform, but had 
taken off the vest. She took my coat and hung it on a 
hook and then turned back toward me. This time her 
smile seemed a bit shy.

I moved toward her and took her in my arms. She 
immediately closed her arms around me and fiercely 
pulled me toward her. Our lips met in a searching, 
searing kiss, our tongues exploring each other. After a 
short time, she broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.

"I don’t even know your name," she said. 

"Liam," I replied. "It’s Liam."

"I’m Tatyana."

"I know, you usually wear a name tag."

She smiled again, and pulled me harder against her 
body. Again our lips met and we kissed with real 
passion. Our hands began to roam each other’s bodies. I 
pulled her sweater out of her slacks and began rubbing 
her back with my left hand. My right hand trailed 
downward and firmly gripped her ass, pulling her groin 
even more tightly against mind. 

She responded by putting both of her hands on my butt 
and pulling me even harder toward her. We ground our 
nether regions together and continued our sizzling 
kiss. I knew she could feel my stiffened penis jammed 
against her pussy mound, and I loved the feeling of her 
firm breasts crushed against my chest.

Soon I slid both hands under her sweater and unfastened 
her bra. Pushing her upper body just slightly away, I 
moved my left hand around to her chest and slid it 
under her now-loosened bra, cupping her right breast. 
It was firm and just the right size, as far as I was 
concerned. 

I moved my right hand back down and slid it inside her 
slacks and panties, cupping her rear and again pulling 
it hard against me. I could feel the heat coming from 
her crotch all the way through my trousers. It only 
made my dick harder, harder than I could remember it 
being for a very long time.

I continued to caress her breasts as she pulled 
slightly away from me. Her right hand let go of my ass 
and slid around to my front. She began gently rubbing 
my rock-hard penis. We both were moaning, taking quick 
gasping breaths by that point. We kissed and nuzzled, I 
nipped her earlobe, she pushed the warm tip of her 
tongue into my ear, tickling it in a way that sent 
shudders through my entire body.

Then she broke away, put the palms of my hands on my 
chest and looked straight into my eyes. They seemed 
misted over. I felt as if I was looking straight into 
her soul. She began to unbutton my shirt, kissing and 
licking each new exposed area of my chest. When my 
shirt was completely unbuttoned, she pulled it aside 
and flicked her tongue against my nipples, first one 
than the other. Again, I shuddered as waves of lust 
washed through me.

Quickly, she reached up and pulled off her sweater and 
shugged off her bra. For the first time I actually saw 
her lovely breasts. They were everything I had 
fantasized about and more – firm and perfectly shaped. 
I leaned down and began to softly lick her nipples, 
which responded immediately, becoming erect. 

I rubbed and sucked her breasts, drinking in the feel 
of them. Then she reached up and took my hands away 
from them, snaking her arms around my neck and 
thrusting her naked chest against mine. She began 
rubbing her breasts all over my chest. The erotic feel 
was something I couldn’t begin to describe.

Again, she pulled back and looked deeply into my eyes. 
Then, she began to slither down, licking and kissing me 
all the way as she dropped to her knees. With her 
lovely face directly in front of my crotch, she 
unfastened my belt and pulled down my zipper. In one 
smooth motion she pulled down my trousers and briefs, 
allowing my throbbing dick to spring out, pointing 
directly at her face.

She gazed at it for a moment and then flicked the tip 
of her tongue at the tip of my penis. Once more, I 
shuddered. She grasped my penis in her right hand, 
gently rubbing it as she looked up into my eyes and 
smiled. This time a knowing smile, not the least bit 
shy. She pushed me back so I was leaning against a wall 
and began licking my shaft like it was a lollipop – a 
lollipop she craved and intended to enjoy. 

Then she slid my penis into her mouth, taking it slowly 
inside. She alternately swirled her tongue around it, 
and then tightened her lips around it moving them up 
and down. First she would pump my dick in and out of 
her mouth rapidly, then she would slow, relax her lips 
and swirl her tongue some more. I put my hands on the 
back of her head, but there was no need to pull her 
toward me. She could take all of me into her mouth and 
suck my prick into her throat with no need of 
encouragement. It was exquisite, by far the best blow 
job I had ever received, and there have been, I must 
say, a few. 

After several minutes of this, I began to feel a 
familiar tingling in my balls. If this kept up, I would 
soon shoot a load of semen into her mouth. From 
experience, I knew that was something many women did 
not like. I tried to gently push her away from me, 
telling her that I was about to cum. Tatyana responded 
by grabbing my ass and pulling my dick deeply into her 
mouth. She pulled back only long enough to look up at 
me and say, "I want to do this. We have time, this is 
only the beginning." Then she went back to work on my 
penis. 

I can’t say that I have ever in the past received a 
"loving" blow job, but that is what this felt like. It 
was not just a physical experience, but an emotional 
one. She seemed completely committed to pleasuring me, 
and seemed to be thoroughly enjoying doing it.

All of these thoughts and feelings built up inside me 
and it wasn’t long until I felt my orgasm surge through 
me. It seemed to start in my toes, wash upward through 
my body and spew out of my dick. I was soon pumping cum 
down her throat, lost in a fog of sexual ecstasy. I 
know my orgasm actually lasted only a few seconds, but 
to me it seemed to go on forever.

When I finally came back to consciousness, I realized 
that she had not only swallowed all of my cum, she 
continued to suck me, softly, cleaning my dick with her 
warm, moist mouth, as it slowly began to soften. I felt 
completely spent. My knees were trembling, all my 
muscles felt week. Finally, she let my now soft penis 
slip from her lips, and I sank down to the floor, 
momentarily exhausted.

Tatyana leaned toward me and kissed me, she gently 
pushed her tongue into my mouth. Although I knew she 
had by then completely swallowed my cum, I thought I 
could tell the faint taste of my own juices. In the 
past, that might have repulsed me, with her, I thought 
it was lovely; another way we were joined together.

She looked at me. "Are we done," she asked? Emotion 
surged into me, I believed I was not only experiencing 
a fantasy come true, but falling in love with this 
beautiful young Russian woman.

"I hope not," I said. "I want to make you feel the way 
I feel, and more. I want to be together with you. You 
said we had time, how much time?"

"A few hours. Enough, I hope."

It would only be later that I understood what she 
meant.

She got up, still naked only from the waist up and 
began to look around the room. I stayed seated and 
admired her body, looking forward to exploring it more. 
She went around some boxes and then came back with some 
packing blankets, which she proceeded to lay out on the 
bare, concrete floor. 

She came over and took me by the hand and began to lead 
me over to the blankets. I pulled her toward me and 
held her close, beginning another long, searching kiss. 
Then I picked her up and carried her to the blankets, 
struggling because my trousers were still bunched 
around my ankles. She started giggling as I carefully 
laid her down.

I shed all my clothes and leaned over her, kissing her 
lips, nibbled her earlobes, kissing my way down her 
shoulders and arms and then nuzzling her breasts, 
licking her nipples, sucking them into my mouth. She 
smiled and moaned quietly. I continued down, licking 
her belly and pushing my tongue into her navel. She 
shuddered, but again began to giggle.

I took hold of the top of her slacks and panties and 
began to pull them down. She lifted her hips off the 
blanket enough to let me slide them down her legs, all 
the way off. Finally, she was naked, completely exposed 
to me. I was overcome by her beauty. I was struck by 
the thought I had never been with such a lovely woman. 
Her breasts were perfect, not small, but not too large 
for her body and not sagging. I watched as her 
quickening breaths caused her chest to rise and fall, 
further accentuating her gorgeous orbs.

I gently rubbed her breasts with my right hand and then 
slowly traced it down her body – the flat belly, the 
smooth legs, manicured feet and toes. Then I focused on 
her pussy. Her pubic hair was short and carefully 
trimmed. There was just enough I could see she was a 
true blond. Everything about this woman is completely 
natural, I thought.

As I continued to explore her body with my hands, she 
reached her arms up and put them behind her head, 
closing her eyes and preparing to let herself 
experience the pleasure she knew I wanted to give her.

After caressing her for several minutes, I moved down 
and positioned my face between her legs. With only the 
slightest amount of pressure on my part, she understood 
what I intended and parted her legs, exposing her last 
mystery to me. I leaned forward and flicked my tongue 
on her pussy, just as she’d done to my penis. Then I 
spread her cunt lips with my fingers and began licking 
and sucking her clit, occasionally moving down to push 
the tip of my tongue into the opening of her vagina.

She began to respond almost immediately, squirming and 
gyrating. She put her hands behind my head and pulled 
me toward her, grinding her clit against me, rubbing 
her pubic bone against my nose. I varied my pace, slow 
licks on her clit, penetrating probes with my tongue 
and long licks along her entire slit. She began to hump 
my face, rubbing against me hard, forcing me to lick 
and suck and nuzzle her.

Her breathing became short, deep rasps, and she went 
from soft, mewling sounds to quick grunts. She placed 
her legs behind my back, pulling me closer. All 
together, I could feel her getting close and I bore 
down, focusing myself on her womanhood and the desire 
to make her cum like she never had before. Soon, she 
began to shriek, pumping herself against me, rising and 
grinding. Then, with a long, low moan and a suppressed 
scream she arched against my mouth and came. Slowly, 
she began to reduce her pumping motions, rubbing her 
pussy more and more lightly against me.

I continued to lick her gently until she reached down 
and pushed me away.

"No more," she said. "Not now. Please, I can’t take 
anymore right now."

I drew back, lightly nipping at her thighs and kissing 
all around her pussy, and then rolled over and laid 
back beside her. She continued to suck in short, 
frequent breaths at first, then started to slowly 
breathe more deeply and easily. Finally, her breathing 
slowed and she lay back with her eyes closed. I lay 
next to her and gazed at her, drinking her in again. 

I knew I had really pleasured her and felt proud and 
fulfilled. After a short time, I placed my right hand 
on her belly and gently rubbed her, moving up to 
lightly graze her breasts, which caused her to buck 
slightly. I leaned over and kissed each of her nipples 
and than laid back beside her.

She rolled onto her side and put her arm around me. 
"I’ve never felt like that before," she said. "Not 
ever. I don’t think I could even have imagined it." I 
leaned on my left elbow and softly kissed her lips. She 
sighed and snuggled her face into the crook of my neck. 
Within a few minutes I realized she had fallen asleep. 
I positioned her head on my chest and lay beside her. 
Without meaning to, I dozed off.

I don’t know how long I slept, it couldn’t have been 
long, but I awakened to the feel of Tatyana’s lips 
surrounding my cock, gently sucking me. I laid there 
for a short time, just enjoying the feeling. When I 
finally opened my eyes, she looked up at me with a 
mischievous expression, my dick in her mouth, and said, 
"Welcome back, my sleepy man." 

My dick grew hard just at the sight of her sucking it. 
She kept it up until I was fully erect and then slipped 
it out of her mouth with a popping sound. Pop goes the 
weasel, I remember thinking. I chuckled as she slowly 
rubbed my cock with her long fingers.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" she asked. I responded 
by taking her head in my hands and drawing her face to 
mine, pulling her against me and kissing her. She laid 
her body on top of mine and we again probed each 
other’s tongues. I ran my hands across her back and 
grasped her hips. Then I turned her over onto her back 
and looked into her eyes.

"Yes, I’m going to fuck you."

I didn’t need to position myself, she didn’t need to 
guide me with her hands, I just pushed forward and 
entered her. She was ready, wet and warm and tight. She 
engulfed my dick and I swelled even bigger and harder 
inside her. I buried myself inside her up to my balls, 
and she sighed with contentment. 

I remained motionless for a few seconds and then slowly 
began to draw out of her, and then push back in. We 
were face to face and I could see reflected in her eyes 
my own feelings: this is what we want to do, this how 
we want to do it, and this is who we want to do it 
with.

We did not fuck. We made love. The entire time her eyes 
were open, as were mine, and we focused on each other. 
"I like gentle," she said. I nodded, kissed her and 
continued a slow, deep and gentle fuck. No, as I’ve 
said, not a fuck, making love. I remember thinking, 
there is no time, there is no world, there is only the 
two of us making love.

I don’t know for sure how long this went on, but at 
some point she began to rub her clit against my pubic 
bone and our pace quickened slightly. As I did, we 
continued to stare into each other’s eyes. We both knew 
with the time was coming and wrapped our arms around 
each other and, for a time, became one in our love-
making. 

She began her quiet shrieks, I began to groan and when 
it was our time, we came together with her pussy 
clamping my dick as I shot load after load inside her. 
I opened my eyes to look at her. Her eyelids were 
fluttering, but she didn’t open them.

After a time, I rolled her over on top of me, my slowly 
shrinking dick still inside of her. She felt light as a 
feather, and again I could tell she had fallen asleep. 
Again, I dozed off.

The next time I awoke, it was 4:00 a.m. She was shaking 
me. "We have to go," she said, "before the early shift 
people start to arrive. They shouldn’t be here for 
another hour or two, but we can’t be here then."

I nodded, and we both began finding our clothes and 
getting dressed. By 4:20 we might have been a bit 
disheveled, but we were dressed. We got as far as the 
door when we began kissing again and fondling again. It 
was clear we couldn’t keep out hands off each other. 
She, especially, seemed urgent about it.

"Fuck me again, quickly, she said. She turned around 
and pulled down her slacks and panties, leaned forward 
and exposed her pussy to me again. "Hurry," she panted. 
"I want your cock in me again."

I didn’t want to disappoint her and neither did Willie, 
who sprung to attention. I unzipped my trousers and 
pulled out a rejuvenated dick. I shoved it into her 
pussy and began pumping in and out of her. I slipped 
one hand under her sweater again and rubbed her 
breasts, a bit more roughly this time. With my other 
hand, I fingered her clit. 

She wanted it fast and hard, I would give it to her 
fast and hard. I slammed into her until we both knew 
the time was near, she moaned again and pushed against 
me. Just at the time she shrieked with her orgasm, I 
spasmed again inside her.

She pulled up her panties and trousers and turned 
around, pressing herself against me again. Spaseebah, 
she said. "Thank you". Spaseebah Vam, I said. "Thank 
you."

She unbolted the door and quickly peered into the 
alley. Seeing no one, she went outside, pulling me with 
her. We walked a few feet down the alley, away from the 
door. It was snowing hard now. We both pulled knit caps 
out of our coats and put them on. I put my arms around 
her and pulled her to me as the snow fell on both of 
us. I knew that I had never been happier with any 
woman, anywhere.

I kissed her hard and said, "I want to see you again, 
tomorrow. Even sooner, why don’t you come home with 
me?"

This time when she pulled away from me, there was no 
smile. She had a very serious expression on her face.

"Eta Nyeh Mozhat Beelt," She said. Not possible. I 
couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"Pahchemoo?" I asked. Why?

"Tomorrow I leave for Moscow," she said. "I’m moving 
there permanently. Next week, I’m getting married 
there."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. "Tatyana," I 
said. "Please, think about this. We have something 
together."

"On this night we had something," she said. "It was 
this night. I can’t explain to you what I need to do or 
why I need to do it. I can’t explain what I did with 
you tonight or why I needed to do it."

I started to respond, but she put a finger to my lips. 
"Don’t speak anymore about this. It is what it must be. 
My choice was to be with you tonight, or to never be 
with you. I chose to be with you this one night. In a 
way I fell in love with you, but it is a love that 
cannot be. I hope it was worth it to you. I know it was 
to me."

I wanted to plead with her, try and talk her out of 
this, but she kept her finger to my lips.

"I’m going to walk away now, and you’re going to walk 
away, in a different direction. Please don’t watch me 
leave, as I won’t watch you leave. Please don’t do 
anything to try and change my mind. You can’t, don’t 
try. I will only make this harder for both of us."

The snow was falling more heavily now, landing on both 
of us. "Liam," she said, "this night will always be 
with me. I hope it will always be with you. It was 
special. But it could only be this night."

With that she grazed my lips with a kiss, and then 
turned and walked away. 

Before she turned away, snowflakes were falling on both 
of us, as we stood there in that alley. They melted 
when they landed on our faces. I wondered if the small 
streams of water on her face were melting snowflakes, 
or tears. I will never know. She walked way. I didn’t 
watch.

Of course, since that time, I have gone on with my 
life, but I have never forgotten Tatyana. The memory of 
her will always be with me.

More than a year after my night with Tatyana, I 
received a letter from Russia. Inside was a photograph 
of her – no mistaking it was her – holding a small 
child. Enclosed with the photo was a brief note:

    I just wanted you to know, I am doing fine.
    As you can see, I will always have something 
    to remember you by. Please don’t try and find 
    me. That is what I ask of you. 

                            Love, Tatyana.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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