Meher

I arrive a little warm from the drive, hair down, a dress I can step out of without a performance. If you have a glass, I take a sip from your mouth, not from the stem. Wine on my lip, then your tongue. I like that more than the view, even when the lake is sitting right there. I guarantee that you won't find another call girl in Nashik as sexy as I am.

I want the dress pushed up before it comes off. Your hand between my thighs while I am still standing, my forehead on your shoulder, telling you not to rush the wet. Then the bed, me on my side, one knee drawn up, you behind me and kissing the place under my ear. I get greedy like that. I reach back and keep you deep. Finish in me with a condom, or on the small of my back while I am still catching my breath.

Call girls who know this city will not pretend Mumbai Naka and a vineyard are the same hour. Gangapur Road if you are in town. The Source or The Haven if the weekend room is real. Nashik can stay outside. Tell me which door. I will come with nothing on under the dress and the taste of your drink still in my head.