Jiya

I start talking before the door is even shut. Kolhapur traffic, your shirt, how late you texted. Call girls who go silent at the threshold bore me. I like the bit where you get impatient. Push me against the cupboard if you want. I will still be mid-sentence when I open your zip.

Then I stop. On my knees, bob falling forward, your cock in my mouth, eyes up so you know the talking is over. I am good at this and a little smug about it. Hold my hair. Do not be gentle for my sake. When you pull me up I want the bed only long enough to get on all fours, face in the pillow, you behind me, one hand over my mouth if I start up again. I come like that. Finish in my mouth after. I want the last word, even if I cannot say it.

Escorts around Laxmipuri and the station still reach Rajarampuri if the room is real. Citrus is fine. A big suite is wasted on me. Write where you are. I will turn up already talking, and you can decide when I don’t.