Under the pedestrian walkway at Darling Harbour

He’d taken me to dinner, and we were walking back to the vehicle when there’s a tug on my hand and I’m pulled, skipping across the highway, under the overpass in search of somewhere semi-private.

He finds a spot between the open-grilled wall of a carpark and concrete pillar, in view of the oncoming cars rushing down the highway. Forced to my knees, I’m told: “first you are going to swallow some dessert, and then I’m going to bend you over and fuck you”.

On my knees, traffic rushing past, people on the pedestrian walkway overhead, people in the carpark. He comes fairly quickly, and then drags me up by the hair and pulls down my stockings. They get torn in the crotch. The angles are wrong for deep penetration. He pulls up my stockings and walks me to another location: darker, closer to the traffic, between an electricity box and a rusted fence he bends me over and takes my stockings down once more.

In this way, we are slowly claiming Sydney.