aroma of vinegar as she prepared herself.
She said, âIâm assuming you donât have any contraceptives. Anyway, theyâre clumsy and expensive... How far have you got?â A white arm appeared and threw me a white towel. âThatâs for your feet. At a minimum.â
It was warm in the room, warm and cosy among the flickering candles. Even with that small amount of coal, the fire was throwing off good heat. Outside, the street was quiet. Directly above us, someone else was also preparing for bed.
She called out, âI want you completely naked. Donât think youâre just going to undo your buttons and fuck me against the wall as if I were a station whore. I know what I like. I likethe weight of a man on top of me. His skin, his hair, his strengthâhis bruteness. Itâs the differences I want. Thatâs what gives me pleasure.â
âAny rules?â
âNo Frenchmen. Once was enough. A pervert of the worst type.â
âWhat about doing it alone?â
âIâve told you, Iâm after the differences. With a man I feel warm and confident for days after. When I look at the Neva I know I could swim it easily. If there was a mountain in the city Iâd be able to run up it like a fly going up a window. With a man I feel good. Aloneânothing.â
Her fingertips appeared in the gap above the curtain rail. What was she up to now?
âAre you sure youâre not just a talker? I didnât think so when you came out of the station. Virile, thatâs how you looked, a proper man. If I was wrong, you should have said so before I gave you that bit of meat. I canât afford to waste anything.â
A stopper came out of a bottle and again the tang of vinegar flooded the room. Was she trying to pickle it?
Suddenly it infuriated me that this horny little thing should be calling all the shots, hectoring and lecturing me. I peeled off my coat in a rush and ripped that footling curtain asideâsent it zinging down the rail.
âAt last! Quickly, grab me. Iâm getting cold. I donât know how they ever get babies in Siberia.â
Her underarms were black as Tartary and her underbrushâ tarantulas could have lived in it and never been glimpsed, or goatherds playing pan pipes as they wandered around. I thought, Christ, what must it be like in spring when everythingâs warming up and itâs growing like fury? As she turned to dive into bed I grabbed her rump. She held still. With my other hand I unbuttoned myself. My cock bounced outâstood up, looked around.
âI know whatâs going on back there,â she said, and whipping round she led me by my tether to a low footstool which she mounted to make easier between us what nature had made awkward by the difference in our heights. With one arm tight around my neck she slid her neat belly down mine till she had me nudging her groove.
Watching her eyes change colour, I prised apart the folding gates and entered my full length. We shuffled around. I kicked away the footstool so that her thick calves were against the side of the bed.
âShamans,â she said, âthatâs how they do it. They hire out for people in Siberia who want to make babies.â
âWith mushrooms from the forest, special ones that get a man going in really low temperatures... You know, youâll come off worse if we fall like this, with you underneath.â
âItâs quickest.â
âSlow is best,â I retorted.
We uncoupledâhurled ourselves into the icy bed where I made love to her thoroughly and she to me, all the while amid the reassuring scent of brown vinegar. When weâd finished we lay back, well pleased with each other. I said, âBut you canât have my heart.â
Eighteen
H ER NAME was Xenia. As it got light she lit a tallow candle. It smoked and smelt of mutton fat. She looked lovely lying there, her small pale face sunk deep into the
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