“I want to teach you why I love rope.”
He smiled, and gave a nod of assent.
“Take off your shirt.”
He stood, flinging his t-shirt aside, revealing the chiseled body that still sent my heart a flutter.
I picked up a red 30′ coil. With a flick of my wrist, I watched as the hemp released, rolling through the air.
Biting my lip, I dared look up at him. He was staring at me, right in my eyes. Somehow I knew he would.
Slowly I walked towards him.
“There are many reasons why I like rope.”
Lazily I dragged the hemp across his shoulder as I moved to stand behind him.
“There’s the feel on my skin. The fragrance of natural fiber. The bite of the rope as it cinches in my flesh.”
Standing behind him, I grabbed the rope and pulled his hips back towards my crotch, his ass bumping against me.
“There is the practical aspect.”
I kissed him across the top of his back. On my tippy toes, I nipped his ear, and whispered.
“But then there is the intangible.”
Gently, I moved his arms into the place. I bound his wrists together. I slowly pulled the rope across his chest, my cheek against his flesh as I reached around him. I cinched the rope tight on his torso.
“There is a moment when I start to fall.”
Again I wound around him and cinched.
“My breathing changes.”
Again my ropes encircled him.
“I feel at once completely here and yet far away.”
And once more I reached my rope around him, finishing by tying off the chest harness at his back.
“And though I am bound, I feel free.”
His eyes were closed. His breathing had slowed.
I walked around him, brought my lips to his, and we softly kissed.
My thigh lightly grazed his pants. I knew he now understood why I loved rope.
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