Nainaa

I walked the lake and I am not doing it again with you. You booked an escort in Powai. I am already in the lift, dress sticking a little from the night, hair damp at the ends. Renaissance, Meluha, Rodas, or a Hiranandani flat if the key is yours. I look at the glass before I look at you.

You can kiss me there. Back to the window, city under us, your mouth on my neck until I forget the walk. I like your hands under the dress while I am still standing. I get impatient. I will take your wrist and put it where I am already warm, then I stop pretending I want it slow.

Bed. On my side, one knee up, you behind me, the glass still in the corner of my eye. Stay deep. I swear when it hits right, and I do not tidy it into a moan. Kiss my shoulder. Finish on the small of my back, or in a condom if you stay. Mouth if you ask before you are close. Not my face. Anal is not this night.

One man. Escorts in Powai who say they also cover Andheri at midnight are still in a cab. Cash when I am in the room. Write the hotel and the floor. I like it high. I will come up already thinking about the cold glass on my back and your hand under the dress.