Yuliya Brown
Bio
The magic of this beautiful life keeps me going. The love of my sweet little daughter keeps me insanely happy. I have a big Russian motor inside me to power through anything😌
Stories (5/0)
Losing a sibling
I have been living away from my family for 14 years. For 14 years I have been connected to my roots with only phone calls. It means that I remember them the way they were 14 years ago. That’s how I remember their appearances and the way they look at life. I don’t know them anymore. I get only bits and pieces of what they actually are now. When you are overseas you realize that sooner or later you will receive that terrifying phone call about someone dying in your family. You don’t clearly think about it but it vaguely hangs over you for many years. I finally received it this year. I thought I was kind of ready because it’s been hanging over. I was so painfully wrong.
By Yuliya Brown3 years ago in Families
I Spanked Him
I took two shots of whiskey because I am so nervous to reenact my day dreams with him. I decided to tie his hands and whip him with a flogger for the first time in my life. I am determined! I have never been on the other side of this kind of game and just the thought gives me sweats and chills at the same time.
By Yuliya Brown5 years ago in Filthy
Dark Side
I was standing in the dark with my doggie, loving the moment of peace after a mind blowing success at the conference that day. I wanted to scream how happy I was! I was 33, I had a husband who I had been married to for nine years, and a two year old daughter. I had a great job, and I was applauded by the whole company that day. The only thing that avoided me for years was love. Or I avoided it persistently, by telling myself that I had to love my husband. Apparently it doesn’t work that way.
By Yuliya Brown5 years ago in Filthy
The Russian Mafia
That summer was promising a lot of fun from the beginning. I broke up with my boyfriend who I had dated for 4 years. I lost weight, got that beautiful bronze tan and felt waaaaaay too confident. Parents went out of town for the summer. My girlfriend and I went to a bar for a drink and for an adventure.
By Yuliya Brown7 years ago in Filthy
Scared To Make a Step
We have all been there. You and me and my brother and my mom. The first time I stepped into a club it became my second home. I loved every sound of it, every stripper cage it had (Russian clubs get wild), so my first thought when thinking about my own business in America was to own a mind blowing club with a great theme of which would attract the same type of club lovers I was and would flood my pocket with money and my soul with satisfaction.
By Yuliya Brown7 years ago in Journal
