The rain on my window is making me sentimental tonight. Remembering cold Russian winters with Babushka and how far I've come. Seattle is home now, but sometimes I miss the smell of snow and pirozhki. My life is so different—I'm a grown woman with a job, my own apartment, and... such dirty, filthy desires. My mind keeps wandering to how much I want to feel a thick cock sliding deep into my ass while my fingers work my wet pussy, imagining it's you. I want to be held down and filled up until I can't think straight. This tomboy needs to feel owned. Fuck, maybe I just need a good cry and a good fuck. Slava bogu no one reads these.