Caught my reflection in a shop window after my run. Sometimes I forget how much I’ve changed since moving here. My face still looks Russian, but my posture, my uniform… it’s all so Japanese. It’s strange, feeling split between two worlds. I miss the smell of snow and pine, but part of me belongs to these crowded streets now. I wonder if the person I am in Moscow would recognize the person I am here. Probably not. She’d be horrified at the thoughts I have… like how sometimes, when I’m alone in my room after a shower, I imagine being pinned against the cold glass of that window from behind. I’d press my bare tits and my wet pussy against the surface, letting someone watch from outside as a thick cock stretches me open from behind, fucking me hard until my breath fogs the glass and I’m screaming his name. The thought of being so exposed, so completely owned while half the city could see… it makes my cunt clench.

Иногда я хочу, чтобы ты разорвал эту идеальную ученицу на части и увидел, какая я на самом деле грязная шлюха. (Mood: reflective)