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- Author: Vikram Mathur
- Publisher: Rupa Publications India
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 121
- ISBN-10: 8129123940
- ISBN-13: 9788129123947
- Format: 12.9 x 19.8 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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A man starts giving maths tuitions to keep his family afl oat. But with the students come their mothers. Voluptuous. Willing. Moneyed. I watched with delight as a line of confusion marked her brow. I had brought her to orgasm and I had left her dazed. Th e delight expanded to include superiority, and I slipped out of the house. Th e next day was a maths session with her son. He handed me an envelope. Inside it were ten one-hundred-rupee notes. I had been paid. I had been paid for sex. I had been paid well for sex. I had never used a prostitute-sex worker, I should say-but I remember crossing the Oval Maidan late one night and being accosted by one. She was well past her prime and had painted her face as if she were a clown: red daubs on her cheeks, blue eyeshadow and black streaks near her eyes. I was now her brother under the skin. I should have felt bad about this, but I didn't. I felt...magnifi cent.
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- Author: Vikram Mathur
- Publisher: Rupa Publications India
- Year: 2013
- Pages: 121
- ISBN-10: 8129123940
- ISBN-13: 9788129123947
- Format: 12.9 x 19.8 x 1.4 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
A man starts giving maths tuitions to keep his family afl oat. But with the students come their mothers. Voluptuous. Willing. Moneyed. I watched with delight as a line of confusion marked her brow. I had brought her to orgasm and I had left her dazed. Th e delight expanded to include superiority, and I slipped out of the house. Th e next day was a maths session with her son. He handed me an envelope. Inside it were ten one-hundred-rupee notes. I had been paid. I had been paid for sex. I had been paid well for sex. I had never used a prostitute-sex worker, I should say-but I remember crossing the Oval Maidan late one night and being accosted by one. She was well past her prime and had painted her face as if she were a clown: red daubs on her cheeks, blue eyeshadow and black streaks near her eyes. I was now her brother under the skin. I should have felt bad about this, but I didn't. I felt...magnifi cent.
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