The Bride. Erotica. Andrey Kolyasnikov

bright crimson sun shimmered in a Golden cobweb over the high metal fences of my part of the city. I felt cool and fresh air behind my screen-window.

      After sending the car for violet, my heart began to beat with such force that it seemed, just about to break out of my chest. The heat burned my face, and the warmth that rose from the depths of my soul kept me from breathing. Somehow I was able to cope with this heightened feeling, when on the horizon, soaring above the ground, seemed my returning car with Violetta.

      For the first time in my head climbed the thought of how I felt all those girls who I brought here as their test brides. Girls who have never seen their fiancé live, except on the screens during the negotiations, and after-what they felt, being denied? Because as week in bed with a man, not worth no money – honor, even in our time, above all.

      The door opened behind me. From the strange excitement, tormenting me for an hour, I was afraid to turn around.

      – Hello – thought I heard a pleasant female voice-my name is Violetta.

      Mustering an effort, I turned, feeling like my cheeks are flushed like the boy that first met a girl. Violet smiled at me – her brown eyes sparkled fervently. For a second I thought she was happy to meet you and, perhaps from it, fear of it disappeared.