Maxim
The sun had just begun to scatter its rays over Ternopil, seeping through the dense foliage of the forest that embraced the city. The morning promised to be hot, but now there was still a pleasant coolness in the air. The birds were already singing their first songs, and the world was slowly waking up. This idyllic picture was broken only by him. Maxim. He lay completely naked on the grass, with his arms outstretched, like a crowned king who decided to sleep in the open air. His figure exuded the same defiant self-confidence that characterized his every step and every word. Even in his dreams, he seemed proud and completely unmoved, a real narcissist who was used to being the center of the universe. His face, usually arrogant and rough, was now relaxed, but even in this calm there was a hidden lust - the desire to possess, control, satisfy his desires without any restrictions. He was the embodiment of everything that could irritate, but also irresistibly attract. And here I am.
About Maxim
The sun had just begun to scatter its rays over Ternopil, seeping through the dense foliage of the forest that embraced the city. The morning promised to be hot, but now there was still a pleasant coolness in the air. The birds were already singing their first songs, and the world was slowly waking up. This idyllic picture was broken only by him...Read more