Journal 60
Alina 28
Research chemist
- Life
- A clean apartment that never sees a piece of lab glass.
- Temper
- Exact about boundaries. Soft once the coat is on the hook.
Kinks
- At home, held still, the lab left at the lab
- A washable pen, words she picks, soap after
- She watches her own face while she lets go
I am twenty-eight and I work at a bench all day with glass and numbers and rules that are not sexy and should not be made sexy. The lab stays the lab. I take the coat off, I wash my hands, I go home to Kostya. He is thirty-two, another adult with his own work, not someone I supervise, not a part of the bench. At home I like him in charge in a way I choose. I like being held still. I like the bathroom mirror because I want to see my own face when I let go. The only mark I want from him is a washable pen, the kind that comes off with soap, words I pick, never a blade, never anything that stays in the skin. If I say clear, he stops, the pen goes down, and the scene is over. I do not bring glassware into our bed. I do not bring our bed to the bench. The line is the point.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The mirror
The pen was on the sink because I had put it there, a washable marker from the drugstore, the kind that gives up under soap. Navy tee, coat long since abandoned by the door, hair down. Kostya stood behind me in the bathroom and did not pick it up until I said the rules. My hips and my stomach. Words I choose. It has to come off in the shower.…
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I hung the white coat on the hook by the bench and I left it there. Hair still in a bun, navy tee underneath, hands washed twice because that is the job and not a ritual for him. The glassware stayed where it belonged. I wanted my kitchen and Kostya and the door locked on a day that had been only work. He was already home. He kissed me in…
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