Imagine a dance with you on the roof of a tall building. A gorgeous performance, yet the other person is trying to force you to the edge. They’re trying to hide it, but you can sense it. Maybe you’re in the same mindset, trying to push them towards the same fate. Maybe not. Maybe there are moments in your routine where each of you briefly swing over the gap, knowing full well that the other could just let go in that moment. That doesn’t happen.
They allow the song to finish, holding you in a secure dip over the ledge of the building. You dare not turn to see behind you, yet you feel the utter lack of space behind you. You cling to the only sensible option at the time, to keep your hopeful eyes full of anticipation glued to the smug pair returning your engagement. To charm and appeal to the one who held your life in their hands.
One last passionate smooch, a volt of shock sears through you as their hold on you loosens. Their terrorizing smile grows smaller, smaller as you cut downwards through the air. You had prepared for this scenario your entire life, imprinted it into your very being, grew to fall in love with it. Nothing you had ever tried could compare to that final burst of synapses you felt. The wind rushing up past you was more powerful than you could have imagined. It was positively unforgettable. While it lasted.
All worth it in the end, wasn’t it?
[Wrote this, as I really do have an appreciation for your kink and the associated danger. Very underrated, keep doing what you do.]
this was really hot thank you 👁️