Aray

Slow dancing in a man's lap is my strongest talent, and I know it. Lights low, music warm, my hips moving close enough that you feel every breath and nothing more until I allow it.

Most of my nights start loud. I love a party, good playlist, cold glass in hand, people laughing around us. We dance, only with each other, and by end of evening everybody in the room understands who leaves together.

Then comes my favourite part. Kisses on the neck, on the shoulders, long ones that make you forget your phone exists. Clothes go off slowly, mine first, piece by piece like a little show only for you. Skin against skin, warm and lazy, no clock, no hurry.

Sometimes a girlfriend of mine comes along, and two girls dancing for one man is a very different kind of evening.

Russian or English, we will understand each other anyway. I can host you or come to your place.

SOFT, BUT NEVER SHY.

And after everything, I like to stay a little longer in your arms, hair messy, breathing slow, music still playing somewhere.