December 20th.

Dear Diary,

Only six sleeps until Christmas! It’s been a fucking awful year, God knows. Obviously, leaving Kyiv was the main event. I can’t even watch the news anymore, it’s so scary and depressing. Ivan still messages me every day, that’s all the news I can take. Just to know he’s alive and not chained up in a dungeon. 

On a happy note, I had a third date today with Benyamin, and we kissed! We went swimming together, then had coffee. He’s a picture in swimming gear, believe me. Seriously, he’s fit, he’s tall,  his body is hairless, and there’s quite a bulge in those trunks. I’m starting to hope I get them off in the near future! 

Over coffee, he took my hand, leaned over, and pressed his lips to mine…My first kiss with a Spanish guy! Well, it’s about time, I’ve been here for six months. 

He’s a great kisser, and he held my head close to his, looking into my eyes. Benyamin has lovely eyes. Hazelnut brown, like his hair. 

But, afterwards, I thought of Ivan and the war, and I felt horrible about being here, all safe, cavorting about with guys.

Should I feel guilty about dating when so many people are out there, risking their lives in the Donbas? I do, a little. But we’ve got to live, or what is there to fight for?

Love, Polina.

December 21st.

Dear Diary,

Only five sleeps! It’s strange, but I do, slightly, miss the snow and the cold. All the Spaniards are stomping about, muttering about the cold and it’s three degrees above zero. I’m like, “You guys don’t know you are born! I’ll raise you minus twenty degrees!”

My brother sent me a video message. He said he hopes they make peace, even if we give up land. “Hopeless” was the word he used. I hope the army doesn't hear him saying that: he could get into trouble.

I met Ben today and told him about Ivan. He was very understanding and said he hoped to meet Ivan one day. If that meant as a subtle message that he wanted to be with me properly, it sure worked!

This time, we had a proper make-out session in private! Well, sort of private. We were at the cinema and saw very little of  Wicked. I could tell he had an erection after we’d been kissing for a while. He was squirming uncomfortably, and there was an unmistakable bulge in his trousers! Just for a moment, I thought about touching him there…but I chickened out!

Seeing him tomorrow, though!

Love, Polina.

December 23rd.

Dear Diary,

I’ve got so much to tell you! I didn’t write yesterday because I stayed the night with Ben! Yes, I am a dirty stop out, and there are now two notches on my bedpost! And, got to tell you, it was much better with Ben than it was with Pavel. Bless Pavel, he was sweet, but he didn’t have a clue.

Ben asked me to dinner at his place. We had a lovely meal and shared a bottle of wine. When we were done, he sat with me on the sofa, and we kissed like randy teenagers!  

Ben said, “I really like you!” 

I told him I felt the same way. There was more kissing, then he said, “Would you stay?”

I gave him the biggest yes ever! It came out louder and more enthusiastic than I intended! As soon as I’d said it, Ben gently brushed my hair off my neck and kissed me. Gentle, warm kisses all over my neck; lovely.

He took my hand and led me to his bedroom. He has a really nice double bed, and it was all made up. He’d obviously planned it all, as there was a box of condoms on the bedside table.  

I unbuttoned Ben’s shirt, finally allowed to touch that hunky torso I’d admired at the pool. I ran my palms over his tight, muscly chest. Nice! I kissed his body all over…his chest, arms, and his belly. He wears a shower gel called Sea Salt…delicious!

Ben dropped his jeans, revealing a pair of tight, black boxer shorts. He embraced me, pulling me close and holding me tight to his bare skin. But I was still fully clothed, and he was practically naked! When we kissed, I felt him getting hard.

I got onto the bed. He pulled my legs apart, and then he reached under my dress and pulled my knickers down. He was so gentle. It was quite hot, actually, having a guy undress me. 

I thought he’d whip his cock out, but instead he got his head right up between my legs and started to lick me!

“You gotta be kidding!” I said with a laugh.

“No, I love it! I could stay down all night. Just close your eyes and relax, Polina.”

Ben drew long, gentle strokes with his tongue, occasionally pausing to kiss my clit and my thighs. He was excellent; a real pro at cunnilingus. I lay on my back and just let him make love to me with his mouth. I’ve had a terrible year: I was owed a bit of pampering. As he was eating my pussy, it started to rain outside.  I listened to it patter against the window, feeling his warm breath and his tongue on my parts. But after a while, the oral sex felt so good that I could think of nothing else. I grabbed a fistful of hair and, well, dear diary, this was a first; Ben was so good, and I was so relaxed, I came! I’d never come from oral sex before! 

Ben then helped me out of my dress. Taking off my bra, I suddenly felt a bit shy; all those big-breasted girls at the beach, he would hardly be impressed with my little dumplings. But I needn’t have worried.  Ben pressed his face to my chest and kissed me all over, from neck to nipple to navel!

Ben took off his pants. Ben’s cock is big, eh? It's long AND thick, and neatly circumcised. It’s Polina’s Perfect Penis!

We put a condom on, and Ben got inside me. He slipped right into my wet pussy, then gave me a long kiss. He pressed his chest to mine and ran his fingers through my hair as he started thrusting.

Having him move inside me, with the wild world outside and us safe and snug on that comfy bed, kissing…it was just perfect!

Ben and I rolled about that bed, diary! He took me from behind. I rode him, facing both ways. After four hours of sex - (Yes, you read that correctly! Four hours! We tried every position…I was exhausted!)- Ben said, 

“Can we find a way for me to come? It’s getting sore.”

I pulled the condom off, and I re-wrapped that gift of a cock with my mouth. I sucked it hard on the tip, then I opened my throat and got it right in. Don't let it be said I don't know the way to a man's heart! 

I felt him thrust gently upwards to my throat. I felt the ridges of his swollen veins on my lips. He was very appreciative, moaning and saying things like,

“Oh, Polina, you give the best head!” (Yes, he said that!) And, dear diary…Ben came in my mouth! My first shot this Christmas! Well, I’d come on his mouth, it was only fair.

I swallowed Benyamin's cum, which was too thin and watery to taste much.  

And then we just held each other. I felt safe for the first time in Spain. It was a truly happy moment.

Goodness, what a naughty diary entry! 

Christmas isn't the only thing that's coming lol!

Love, Polina.

December 24th.

So, dear diary, Polina is falling in love. 

We had a great date at the Christmas market. These Catalans sure like poop at Christmas! You can buy a Caganer…a pooping shepherd boy! Or a Caga Tio…a log that poops presents!  

I had a wild night with Ben last night. It was rougher and dirtier. Pure, animal lust. When we got busy doggy style, I swear, I thought we’d break the bed. I came so hard, I screamed! 

Finally, some happy news. Ivan called at the worst possible time, so I had to ring back when the fun was over.  

(I was naked, next to Ben in bed…definitely not a video call lol! )

And guess what? My brother is being moved to train new recruits…away from the front line! He's out of danger! What a relief!

Love, Polina. 

December 25th.

Dear Diary, 

I may not exactly be the Virgin Mary; Ben and I did it three times last night! But I am a refugee, like her. This Christmas, all I want is peace. And if a virgin can give birth and a girl from Dnipro can find love with a boy from Barcelona, perhaps stranger things have happened.

Love, Polina