A friend suggested I get someone to whip my back with a sedge brush.
I replied, there is a club nearby where people will pay to watch, and possibly I will make money from an exercise injury,
then teased him saying he only suggested it because he want to watch also.
My mind became locked in erotic desire, all day.
The thought of the flesh of my shoulder blades and breasts, bared, yukata hung around waist,
my arms stretched outward and up, holding rope coiled around my wrists.
Trying to feel the nanosecond flash, of torn muscle pain replaced by the cutting friction of plant needles.
The fade back to the muscle pain. One relieves the other.
I wanted this, to be in human flesh. To feel blood from the patterns of thin cuts flow.
To be able to be lost in this, to collapse.
Then awake in my bed, curled in a foetal pose, Kurutan holding me from behind, arms around.