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Flushed and lightheaded, Raisa thought she might faint until she finally felt the waves of the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced erupt from her core like a tsunami. Her spasming body bucked wildly against Lance’s taut thighs and furiously slapping balls. Pounding the floor with her fists, her tensed body aching, Raisa’s cry merged with Lance’s strangled moans and the cries of the others until the room echoed with the primal scream of release.

***

Reclining on a red and black silk divan facing the windows, Raisa watched the city lights twinkle to life beneath an indigo sky. A newborn crescent moon grinned against a backdrop of faint stars, vying with the flashing lights of a passing jet.

Her gaze drifted to the randomly illuminated windows of adjacent buildings, each one a gateway into the lives contained behind the glass. Figures moved in some, their activities unconcealed by drapes of blinds, while edges of light merely escaped from windows blocked to the prying eyes of the night.

Raisa paused to look at her own reflection in the window. Clad in a black silk robe, her wet hair wrapped in a towel, she trailed her fingers along her face as if seeing herself for the first time. She paused to regard the dark eyes staring back at her.

Hands appeared behind her and gently massaged her shoulders. Raisa closed her eyes and leaned back against the cushion.

“What do you see now, Raisa?” Lance asked.

Raisa opened her eyes and smiled. “I see a world without boundaries,” she said, staring into the night. “Without limitations.”

Reflected in the window, Lance smiled and handed Raisa a dirty Martini. Together, they tapped their glasses and took a sip, their eyes fixed on the city’s glittering horizon.