I saw him at the forum, where you sometimes sat at work. In general, if you don’t change your mind, I suggest making an appointment for the weekend. ” This is a message after which everything can be decided. Masha looked at him for a long time. It will either break everything, or everything will just begin with it. The fun begins. Fantasies will gradually begin to penetrate into the real world, that which previously had a clear boundary, will begin to mix ...

Sergey nicely smiled when he saw a message from his Lady Mary on his smartphone. He himself already wanted to propose a meeting. Therefore, I was delighted that Friday morning began with the message of his beloved interlocutor. He leaned back in his desk chair, ready to begin the dialogue. At first, his joy only grew when he got to the words of the meeting. But then ... his heart began to pound more often ... the blood became hotter, burning the body with heat. "Masha Smirnova" ... it was like thunder. Goosebumps covered his body, breaking almost to the chill. "How? Where from? ”Was the first thing that hit him in the head. Shock, mixed with fear ... it seemed to him that time itself stopped at that moment, as if giving it the opportunity to do something ... to leave, run away, disappear ... die and be born again so that nothing of this would happen .. . start over again. He read to the end. Looking at the small letters, he didn’t believe in what he had written, he doubted that the brain itself had thrown these lines directly into his head.

“So ... you need to calm down ... How could I? Autoforum ... that's a fool ... how could I forget that I have this nickname there ... hoping that I did not write a single message there ... and then ... Who else saw this nickname? Who else knows? He began to intensely remember who else could see this nickname. Who else could know about his fantasies.

“It seems no one should have ... and hardly would have done it ... I need to calm down. Masha ... this is Masha ... All this time she knew ... she knew who I was. And continued to communicate ... She likes it? But she found me on purpose. For what? To chat with me? But how did she know about my fantasies before she found? No way ... it turns out, she could first find me and then find out all this about me ... and what, my fantasies coincided with her? It may very well be ... or maybe she just pretended ... I know that she was in love with me. "

These thoughts ousted everything that was in his head. He got up, taken aback by the news, and walked to the elevator to go outside. Without knowing why, he did not want to stay here, surrounded by colleagues. "We need to get out ... calmly think and understand what to do next."

Outside it was not hot, lush white clouds walked across the blue sky, sometimes hiding the sun, creating a slight coolness. Standing on the sidelines, Sergey held a smartphone in front of him and an open message from Masha. As he walked outside, the shock passed, and he could collect his thoughts to turn on his rational thinking.

“There is no negative message from her. And all this time she wrote quite in a good tone ... But, damn ... I just told her so much ... She knows it all now ... How embarrassing ... ". He even closed his mouth with his hand, as if afraid to say something superfluous.

“Well, what can happen bad? Will she tell others? To whom? And why? After all, in fact, she is in the same position as me ... After telling it to someone, she puts herself in a foolish position ... why would she even communicate with a pervert on such topics? But she talked ... this, as it were, and a shadow casts on her. It means there is no sense for her to talk about this to anyone. What then? Does she really like it? Most likely, the whole thing in her indifference to me. She probably noticed how I was looking at her near the shopping center, so she had confidence in herself. ”Sergey stood in thought. He was no longer nervous, like five minutes ago. It seemed that he had already convinced himself that nothing so terrible had happened. The worst thing is to just lose a good companion on pleasant topics.

The huge, which seemed a couple of weeks ago, monolithic and indestructible, the wall between his real life and the world of his fantasies cracked. Through this crack, thick, caustic, tarry black smoke began to seep into the bright and properly immaculate world of real life. Sergei certainly felt the penetration of this poisonous smoke ... but his smell disturbed the most subtle and sensitive receptors of his nervous system, forced him to pretend that everything was in order. Sergey himself tried to convince himself that the situation was still under control, and when everything went wrong, he would have time to stop and take a step back. He understood what such games could lead to, what could be expected from them, what would happen if someone from his entourage finds out about it. He was dreadfully afraid of this ... however, the desire to try, at least just to touch the sensations that were born inside his body, when he closed his eyes and imagined himself next to an imperious woman who mercilessly humiliated him and made her lick her feet, and then between legs, were pleasant and gave indescribable bliss, but very quickly disappeared and to taste them properly, to taste, to drown in them, to feel every cell of his body, Sergei could not. When their intangible dope dissipated, leaving only nauseous bitterness in their heads, heightened arousal was dulled, but not for long. The next day, everything could start again.

“Yes ... definitely ... the point is this. She wants to get me. At the same time, she can give what I want so much ... what I wanted all this time ... “He closed his eyes, imagining himself on his knees next to her, from which, his stomach was burned with a pleasant languor.

"Oh, damn ... but this may already happen very soon ... I can get my Lady ... my own Lady ... I wanted her so much ... And here she is ... but how terrible and ashamed.

He was afraid of losing a lot of time to think and hurried to give an answer when the violent thoughts rushing around his head, gradually under the onslaught of rational arguments, came to rest.

"Good morning. This is news, of course. I am ready to meet. Only where? I suggest in some unsocious cafe. Let's talk, discuss, and we'll see. ” Sergey did not begin to paint all his emotions, having decided to restrict himself with mean phrases. Also, he deliberately decided to avoid turning to her ... he himself did not know how to address her now, to “You” or to “You”, “Masha” or “Maria”. And how to build communication in general, as the Mistress is a slave or just like old acquaintances.

"Fine. Come on in a coffee shop not far from the shopping center, across the block, Clay Lane, do you know where? ”

"Yes, I know, let's go there, what time?"

"Come in the morning, eleven o'clock, is it going?"

"Yes of course".

"And yet ... you can call me to YOU, but Mary, not Masha, is that good?"

"Yes of course".

“Well and good. Tomorrow at eleven in the coffee shop, see you. " Masha sent the last message and exhaled. Communication was quick and easy. But tomorrow was the most difficult - full-time meeting. Masha was a smart girl. She understood the state of Sergei, therefore, firmly decided to be steadfast and confident. This confidence can be passed to Sergey. Since, Masha was afraid that Sergey might be snagging tomorrow, and as a result, their meeting would come to nothing, and they would just stop communicating. And then ... then, she will lose him forever. She can't let that happen, especially now that he is so close. She understood that she would have to play the leading role in this meeting.

Sergey went to bed earlier. He slept badly. The importance and excitement of tomorrow's moment did not allow to calm down the thoughts in his head, which were constantly spinning, destroying the thin cover of dreams, which could not be fixed in any way in his head. The alarm clock stood at seven in the morning.Sergei wanted to take the time, wanted to get together for perhaps the most exciting meeting in his life. That night they were similar with Masha. Two people in different parts of Moscow tried not to think about anything and fall asleep, worried, imagined how it would happen, they thought about their first words .... Read more →