the sound of your panting

January 26, 2020

We have been in the car so long the windows have misted-up. Outside is darkness and a distant sound of the sea – waves crashing over rocks. The gulls have all gone to sleep. Earlier, there had only been the sound of your panting – or rather, that rough, ragged, uncontrolled panting was all I had been aware of. Leaving trails of breath in the air as you peeked. The tilt of your head as you gasped, your hair wiping a clear circle on the window.

sat together side by side

January 11, 2020

Her lover one day takes O for a walk in a section of the city where they never go – the Monceau Park. After they have taken a stroll in the park and have sat together side by side on the edge of a lawn, they notice, at one corner of the park, at an intersection where there are never any taxis, a car which, because of its meter, resembles a taxi.

“Get in,” he says.

She gets in.

Pauline Réage
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