Lost and Found

“She....threatened to go down to N’Orleans

and get herself lost and found”

Captain Beefheart, “Click Clack”.

She stormed out into the

sticky night, her anger

disorienting and

sharpening her senses as she

searched for the

one big thing her

hedgehog mind knew would

wound her pissy partner.

Her short dress and her

high heels, her

bare legs and patent

lack of underwear

made her a magnet in that

busy city centre and

it was only moments before

North met South.

He was perfect for her purpose—

big, built and black—and she

dragged him back to a place

opposite her exit point and

kissed him deeply,

encouraged his hands to

explore her as she waited for her husband to

pay the bill.

A La Carte

(For Erin)

She looked so demure and

prim on his arm as they were

shown to their table, so much the

Midwest housewife a little

overwhelmed with London, her

mouth tightly closed

unnaturally silent.

The waiter proferred menus but

addressed the male as is their

wont so there was no

respite for her as he

ordered aperitifs watching her

mouth twitch and moue,

perusing the menu avidly,

avoiding eyes.

Her husband was stuck in his

conference, so he had

plenty of time to enjoy the

wife dying to be dirty, and his

instructions had been

explicit—that she could only

swallow the gift he’d given her when

directly addressed.

He knew that moment had

arrived as the waiter came to

take their order: “Madam,

what would you like?” and he saw her

throat pulse and a

wicked glint in her eye,

“I think I have a

taste for oysters tonight.”

Reward Card

Buying a new belt for him was hard as the

correct parameters were difficult to judge in the

frowsty department store surrounded by

effete assistants who wouldn’t know how to help her

obsessed as they were with

measurements and not with the

heft in the hand, the

swingability, the precise amount of

pain each would provide for her

naked posterior, that

robust bum upon which the

last one had been broken, so she

chose the one with the width to make her

wince.

The girl at the till asked if she had a

reward card and she so much wanted to say that

the belt would be

reward enough.

Journal

Each night I open the

journal of your thighs

wherein is written, in

scent and taste, the

history of your sex from

first tentative touch to

frantic fingerings,

deflowerment, experiment with

boys, men, women, me;

bleeding, squeezing

children out but again soon

desirous of being opened, perused,

curled up with, explored and

lovingly read.

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Prie-Dieu

She knelt and waited though her

feet were numb beneath her aching bottom and her

thighs and shins felt welded in the

rictus of her knees,

she could feel each

unscratchable itch as her

long hair tickled the

rusted rod of her spine,

her skin was ice, her nipples

looked like they were clamped and she

needed to pee but

she knelt and waited.

London Night

The car door closed with a

reassuring thunk and there was a

moment’s blessed silence to

take stock and hope her

heart would stop racing and her

hands would stop trembling on the

steering-wheel where the

heavy gold of her

wedding ring glinted in the

green, red, amber haze of a

London night as she

sat savouring the

unfamiliar taste of

someone else.

Package

She’d had to sack someone which

always made her bristle so her

secretary sidled silently in to

deliver the package which

sat ignored through several

sharp phonecalls until she

ripped its DHL’d wrapping to reveal a

hinged well-made box containing a

heavy leather-handled chain attached to a thick

collar on which was embossed in

silver the word SLUT, and a note:

“I will enjoy making you wear this,

parading you

naked on all fours in front of

my friends, Your

Secret Admirer.”

She reached for the phone, tried to

recall the number for Security but

hand and phone never met, her

eyes never left the

obscene gift and her

mind couldn’t get rid of the

sordid image of herself so

graphically described and she
became aware of a faint

scent of herself in the

otherwise sterile office.