NSFW
There was Chiemi, but that was some years ago now.
I made the mistake of saying “you look familiar, have we met before?” because she looked familiar to me, and I wondered if we had met before…
So she returns to me later and we start talking. Things move very fast. The fucking started out rather normal but felt wonderfully dirty. I was hooked.
Chiemi meets my girlfriend. Quickly becomes her and my girlfriend. After a little while I break the rules and continue to see Chiemi by myself.
Half Japanese Chiemi was a total tramp. There were telltale rugburns on her back and knees. One time she showed up at my door with a bloody eye from being throttled by another lover. Sometimes she had rope burns, sometimes huge ugly bruises.
Chiemi preferred it in the rear because that was the available form of birth control when she was in the mental hospital. I didn’t even care to ask now many “boyfriends” she had in there. In there, I mean the psyche ward.
She was covered in self mutilation scars. She even tried to break her own forearm once. She had connections at Emory hospital through her mother. Had some guy there cast her forearm even though nothing was wrong with it.
Sex with Chiemi became more and more like wrestling. We could never figure out who was top and who was bottom. There were a lot of deliberately wrecked orgasms, choking, biting. Lots of ugly words. Once while using my fingers she asked that I press so hard that they “break out of her back.” Another time I had electric clippers nearby. Took a chunk of her hair out during a vulnerable moment. Well, anything to keep things lively.
Once after sex she immediately called another lover to describe what we had just done. Heh.
Chiemi wanted a new branding. We go to the brander’s house. She sits backwards on a chair, shirtless. Mr. Brander takes a blowtorch to a bicycle spoke until it’s white hot. Draws the design into her back. The room fills with the smell of burning flesh. Smoke rises from behind her head. Chiemi doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even change her breathing. Wherever she went I knew I couldn’t join here there.
One time she was late coming over because she went home with a man she had met on the plane coming back from Japan. Whatever.
Another time she decides to pay me a visit in a rubber minidress. She is questioned by the police on suspicion of solicitation. Well, she thought it was cute anyway.
The relationship imploded because the constant struggle for dominance between the two of us eventually became exhausting. I stopped answering the phone. She got the hint. Not like she didn’t have plenty to keep her busy.
Last I heard she finished school and was catching babies in Emory’s maternity ward…
