Postcard

Here is what I love about the city I am in: sushi, Thai, shoe shopping, giant lighted television billboards, “gentlemen’s” clubs with pictures of the girls outside, ethnic neighborhoods, stores that sell only condoms, H&M.

Here is what I love about submission: not being in charge, not having to make choices, a hand on the back of my neck pushing my face into the pillows, the belt, the chain, the palm of the hand, bruises flowering on my body, red velvet chaises, the hairbrush, Lover sliding into me first thing in the morning with no foreplay, the voice in my ear saying “come now” (it doesn’t work unless I’m in pain), the kind of pain that isn’t even pleasure anymore, hands on my hips, hands around my neck.

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