The second my bedroom door was closed, Vasha had me pinned against it. Her eyes brimmed with feverish craving as they slowly undressed me, making my heart pound so hard I could feel it's vibration in my ears. "My bunny..." She leaned forward and whispered against my lips, only mere inches away but not actually touching them. I whined with need, squirming in place as Vasha continued to hold my wrists up firmly. "Kiss me, Vasilisa...please!" I tried to strain my neck forward, but she'd back away with a sly grin. "Inpatient little girl. Maybe I just want to admire my dessert before I taste it." "You've already tasted me!" I protested, hopping a little in place while Vasha smirked. I puckered my lips, and she moved her head a little to the side playfully. We played this game a few more times before I was practically crying from the frustration. Sensing I was at my wits end, Vasha f

Since Vasha made it crystal clear she wanted to cover everything for the remainder of her vacation, I decided to be sneaky and Uber us all over Phoenix. Waiting on the bus worked out great when I needed to get to and from PetSmart, but not so much while I only had a limited time frame to spend with Vasilisa.“How you guys doin’?” Our Uber driver, Jerome, greeted us with some Smooth Jazz as we slid in the back of his Silver 2018 Camry. I wasn’t much for cars, but I knew Vasha would be impressed. She fingered the all black leather interior in awe and whistled low. Her love for several ton vehicles interested me, because she was so passionate about them.“No complaints! Hope your nights’ going well.” I acknowledged him and we were on our way.“Music ok?” He asked over his shoulder and I nodded.“Yeah, nothing beats good Jazz.”I reminisced the past for a second, thinking about mine and

Lunch was beyond awkward.After Liza and I came back inside, Vasha refused to make eye contact with me as she quietly ate. Char tried keeping everyone’s spirits up by sharing a funny anecdote from work, but since my girlfriend couldn't understand it I was stuck translating. Have you ever tried talking with someone who didn't seem to want anything to do with you in the moment? You say something, they don't even acknowledge it? That's what was happening here, and it crushed me. Finally, I deflated completely and looked down at my lap blinking back tears. “Hey girl, are you ok?”Charlotte touched my arm supportively and tried to look me in the eye. I hate crying, especially in front of other people. My dad called it weak, and that was the last thing I wanted to be as a child. This resulted with me carrying on in private whenever possible. I swallowed the painful lump in my throat and nodded, afraid that if I spoke a tsunami of tears would break f

Time got away from me with Vasha here. As the days came and went, it honestly felt like one perfect endless starry night emotionally.I’d already taken my girlfriend bowling, where she kicked my ass by about a dozen points and made a big show out of gloating over her victory. We went to the Phoenix Zoo a few days ago so we could visit the Sumatran Tigers, her most favorite animal, and roam around aimlessly while we talked about everything and nothing all at once.With only a couple days of Vasha's visit left, she'd shyly expressed wanting to try hiking with my roommates. I'd brought it up over dinner last night and as a result we’d just gotten back from hiking the Treasure Loop Trail with Char and Olivia. The Superstition Mountains were fairly easy to master, but Vasha never hiked or exerted herself at this level. I was proud of her determination to keep going even though I knew she was getting tired quickly. We specifically chose this trail, since there were plenty of benches for us t

"You're fucking with me right now. When did you find out?” I heard myself incredulously ask Liza, who’d just admitted she found Max cheating on her with some buxom raven haired bimbo he’d known since college. She’d been accusing him of sneaking around for years, and as much as I couldn’t stand the guy I stuck my neck out and defended him, since the allegations seemed so far fetched. He worked long hours, and then came home to fight with Liza. That was their thing, always had been. He was an asshole, not a cheater. Or so I thought anyway. Liza was twiddling with the top button on her white sweater dress when she glanced up at me steadily. “...It’s been going on for months, but he didn’t come clean until I walked in on them a few days ago.” She let out a dark laugh, and her expression turned sour, like she’d just tried an unsavory food for the first time. “He didn’t even try to hide it, Fr