Scientific conference

A scientific conference in a small town not far from Riga. "The air is fresh on the Riga seaside..." It's cool. Autumn. Beautiful. Sad.

The speaker is a thin, dark-eyed girl with a shock of beetle-colored hair. It's coarse and no hairstyle holds for long...

After the session ends, I wait by the entrance. A walk along the seashore, reading self-written poetry. A cup of coffee, smoothly transitioning into a Bloody Mary cocktail with cheese sticks, in a small restaurant where the waiter refuses to understand Russian but immediately responds to English or French. A hotel room.

— I don't have a condom...

/> — That's not a problem. I have major issues with pregnancy... My husband and I have been trying for five years and nothing... Don't worry. If I get pregnant, I'll say it's from him.

I enter her without any foreplay. Silence. A sad gaze at the ceiling. I finish in about ten minutes. A trip to the shower. A conversation about reincarnation and other nonsense. The second time — long and fruitless. After fucking in silence for about forty minutes, I go to my own room.

Upon returning to Moscow, I forget about the "adventure." Moaning and screaming women completely scratch it from my memory.

A phone call. The voice is familiar, but I can't recall. "It's your casual girlfriend. The conference in Riga. Remember?" "Of course, sweetheart!" Although neither her first nor last name is in my memory. "I want to see you. Can you come over tomorrow evening? My husband won't be here. On a business trip until the end of the week."

Shove my dick into a log again?... Although, I'll suggest a blowjob first. If she refuses — I'll leave without saying goodbye.

Half an hour of brainstorming doesn't lead to the desired result. Is it Katya, or Olya, or two Katyas... I have to dig through the conference materials. Hooray, found it!

A one-room apartment on the outskirts of Moscow. I don't even have time to take off my jacket and turn around before she herself, without any suggestions, unbuckles my belt, then the zipper on my jeans... What a delightful little tongue she has, though.

I experience an orgasm stronger than a woman's, with my whole body... I kick my legs and squeal like a little puppy...

A couple minutes of prostration... The enchantress is already lying naked on the sofa, spreading her legs invitingly.

I barely manage a few thrusts in and out before the sorceress starts moaning, or rather howling, so much that I think about the downstairs neighbors who are frantically dialing 02 at this time and yelling into the phone: "Someone's being murdered upstairs! Send a squad immediately!"

Now the lady on top. Writhing so much that a little more and my dick would snap in half. I explode... Wow!!!

I try to catch my breath before the second round. I want to pull her to me. She's sitting cross-legged... and looking at me with such a cold, even hostile, gaze. "Get up and leave! There will be nothing more between us!... And don't try to call me!"

Screw you, bitch! Call, not call! Look in the mirror more often! I'll get dead drunk today, and tomorrow I'll forget about you once and for all...

I don't think about her for two months... Wet snow. She's standing in front of my institute. Bundled in a teddy bear fur coat. "Are you waiting for someone?" "You... Let's go into the cafe. I need to tell you something."

— You look a bit pale today.

— I had an abortion this morning.

— From whom?

— From you... Sorry, you should know.

— ...

— ...

— But you dreamed of getting pregnant. You said if you got knocked up, you'd lie to your husband, say the child was his.

— I couldn't tell him that...

— Why not?

— When we were doing "it" he was lying under the sofa...