After the first time with my Indian ‘Leopard man’, I wondered if I would ever see him again. For a while, I didn’t hear anything, and I thought he must have regretted what happened between us. He was married, after all, and even if he wasn’t getting what he needed from his wife, perhaps he hadn’t wanted to be unfaithful. But then, after ten days or so, I got a brief text – a couple of words, and rather more kisses – and I knew I hadn’t lost him. I texted back – nothing very intimate, but enough so he’d know I was still available if he wanted. And then one afternoon, a few weeks later – well, this is what happened, told in my own words from that time, years ago:

He’s messaged me. “I’m in town. I want to see you.” – which means, “I want to fuck you”; and what he wants, he’ll get. Tonight, I’ll be his. His white bitch, his bit on the side.