Sia

Send me the building, not a speech. I’m Sia, an escort in Goregaon, and I do better in a flat you already have than in a lobby where everyone is pretending. West side. SV Road, Link Road, Bangur Nagar, Motilal Nagar if the cab is short. East only for Film City Road or a hotel you have already paid for. I am not crossing the station for a maybe.
I’m 23. Hair down, a dress I can step out of, nothing complicated underneath. Not tall. Hips that fit your hands when I back into you. I laugh when I’m nervous, then I stop laughing when your mouth is on my neck. That switch is the whole booking.
Don’t take me straight to the bedroom. I want the TV on, volume low, me between your knees on the sofa while I undo your belt. I look up. I like that you see it. Then I want the dress off, slowly, your hands doing it, not me performing a strip. Kiss me once like you mean it. After that I want you inside me on that sofa, my knee up, the room still lit by whatever you were watching. Bed if we last. I get loud there. Not a speech. Just your name, and harder, and don’t stop.
Mouth is on, before and after. I like you finishing on my stomach while I watch. Inside a condom if you ask while you’re still holding me. Not on my face. Anal is a no, said once, kindly. One man. No friend in the other room. If the flat is yours, tell the watchman nothing. If it’s a hotel, Goregaon only, send the name.
Message me the side of the station and the time. If I can come, I’ll already be in the cab, dress on, thinking about your sofa.