For those that wanted to know more about Misha before he met Froo, here is his story and how he came to be in England which is where he met her and fell in love,, and his time with Suzanne the woman in his past.
His passion for Suzanne becomes an obsession, as she plunges down into a self destructive whirlpool, so for those that believe that life's many experiences make up a rich and interesting tapestry....here is Misha's story.
To read about Misha and Froo please read the companion story Taking the Risk Chapter's 1-21 under Novels and Novella's.
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Tracy walked over to the shower unit, and reaching in turned on the water, running her hand through the spray to feel the temperature. Misha glanced round just as she was removing her robe and stepping into the shower. He stood and watched her round bottom disappear behind the frosted glass of the cubicle. Turning back to the mirror to look himself in the eye he shook his head, took a deep breath, put down the spare razor she kept in her bathroom and unzipping his jeans and shucking them off, walked over to the small cubicle.
Opening the door he stepped in wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back against himself he whispered in her ear, 'Has anyone ever told you that you have a very sexy bottom.'
Smiling she looked up over her shoulder at him, "Thank God for J.Lo, it's now fashionable to have a big ass."
Laughing he told her, "Tracy, men love woman they can get hold of, your ass is perfect. Magnificent. It's beautiful, just like you."
His hand cupped her breast, his thumbnail scrapping back and forth across her nipple causing it to harden, and then he moved it slowly down her stomach to cup her between her thighs, one finger finding her small hard pearl and rubbing back and forth. In a deep whisper he told her, "You're a very beautiful woman and last night was perfect, just like your bottom."
Her back curved backwards into him as his mouth nuzzled down the side of her neck, his other hand raising up to cup her other breast and tease the nipple with his pinching finger and thumb. The hot water pounded her body as his finger rubbed faster causing the flutter in her belly to grow, the pulse between her legs starting to throb and expand, her breath to deepen, as the pleasure built until the wave of bliss peaked and exploded.
Slowly Misha turned her in his arms, kissing her mouth deeply putting his hands around her waist and lifting her up until her legs were wrapped around his hips he then entered her deep and hard.
Whispering in her ear 'That's it baby, hold on to me tight and wrap your legs around me. Squeeze me as hard as you can! Oh yessssss that's it.' and she clung to his shoulders and lost herself in the sensations building up again.
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He lay there on her bed wrapped around her back, his nose buried into her soft hair, her beautiful lush bottom nestled against his groin, peaceful and quiet. Last night and today they had spent their time making love, enjoying each others body, getting to know each other, whispered conversations between erotic sessions, their bodies straining to reach the heights of passion.
Misha found Tracy uncomplicated and refreshing, straightforward and fun, but she wasn't Suzanne.
As he lay there, the woman in his arms sleeping, the afternoon sun lighting up the small bedroom in her apartment, he thought about Suzanne and Tracy, comparing them, wondering why he still missed the woman who had broke his heart, why he still yearned for that someone who had caused him so much heartbreak and worry, even whilst he lay with this lovely person in his arms.
