Marta Laine

In her own words

If the pattern of the same faces and the same questions has set in then maybe a new arrival breaks it for a few days. I come and go on tour. The time passes in a dry sequence of arrivals and departures that leaves little room for anything else. Evenings tend to stretch longer than planned once the first hour settles. My slim frame still surprises people when they see the rest up close. That part stays quiet until it happens. Afternoons work better because the light stays even and the room does not feel crowded with expectations. I keep my words short because extra talk only gets in the way. The schedule moves fast and nothing lingers once the door closes again.

Body to body takes over after the talk stops. My whole body moves against his until nothing else fits in the space between us. The contact stays steady and the pressure builds without any extra instructions. Skin on skin does the work once the clothes come off. I say it plain because the rest is just waiting around the point. The crude bit comes when he finally pushes in and the rhythm takes over without any need to name it first. That part feels new only because the usual routine never reaches it.

The days on tour end the same way they start. Nothing gets promised beyond the time we have. What happens when the flight leaves next.

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