Sex on the desk

Like every metropolitan student, I await the approach of the winter session with sacred trepidation.

Like every metropolitan student, I await the approach of the winter session with sacred trepidation. Looking at the young people busily scurrying around Moscow, I really hope that the coming cold will still drive us into the institute libraries and finally force us to read at least a small part of what we have had to study for the last few months. So I, who managed to get through only two books from an endless list during the breaks between filming, found the strength to go to the library. But, as luck would have it, there were a lot of pretty students there, and all my ardor for science disappeared instantly! Suddenly I caught myself thinking that it would be great to have sex with this charming blonde right here, on the desk, among the bookshelves.

This change in motivation for my stay in the library amused me terribly and made me think that probably once in our lives each of us dreamed of making love in some extreme conditions. What pushes people to take such risky and difficult to explain logical actions? Maybe a gigantic surge of adrenaline that spurs our passion in moments of danger, or the need for thrills, which the overburdened residents of the metropolis are deprived of in their pure form? It was these “thrills” that I experienced with a girl in the library, as well as with a girl in the solarium of the sports club where I go to train. Then a security guard entered our door, tactfully knocking, to ask if we had gone completely crazy. In the explanatory note in response to the complaint, I honestly said that as a UN Goodwill Ambassador responsible for programs to combat AIDS in Russia, I gave instructions on safe sex... And one of my friends, for example, all his adult life he dreamed of having sex with a stranger in the men's room of a nightclub. And when his dream finally came true, for the first two days, happy, he told everyone about it, and on the third, with a mysterious but sad face, he scratched in the direction of the dermatovenerological dispensary. Mark Twain was right when he warned us: “Be careful, your dreams may come true!”