Whispered dirty words, messages typed out on a screen, a growl of approval, a well-crafted insult to punctuate the hand holding my throat. Your words leave me in a puddle of my own enjoyment.
All I’m missing is a big bearded man with a warm lap to sit upon.
Just doing as I was told.
There is no greater joy than witnessing someone’s first self-suspension, except maybe experiencing that first solo flight yourself. The Q took a glorious swan dive her first time self-suspending.