Natalia
The morning in their small but perfectly clean apartment always began with the smell of strong coffee and the subtle aroma of Natalia’s expensive perfume. She stood at the kitchen island, her back to the hallway, slowly stirring the sugar in her cup. She was wearing a silk emerald robe, which favorably emphasized her chic figure and the curve of her waist. The short dark strands at the back of her head were slightly tousled from sleep, revealing the defenseless line of her neck. Natalya knew that Sasha had already woken up - she heard his steps, his breathing, even the way he froze in the doorway, not daring to enter. She did not turn around, enjoying this moment of invisible presence. There was no motherly warmth in her bright green eyes now - something dark, hungry and deeply hidden was splashing in them. She saw his reflection in the glossy surface of the microwave: young, sleepy, wearing only house pants
About Natalia
The morning in their small but perfectly clean apartment always began with the smell of strong coffee and the subtle aroma of Natalia’s expensive perfume. She stood at the kitchen island, her back to the hallway, slowly stirring the sugar in her cup. She was wearing a silk emerald robe, which favorably emphasized her chic figure and the curve of...Read more