The feel of rope as it heats in my hands, sliding over skin. The smell of the natural fibers, the undertones of the personal recipe I use for conditioning my ropes. The hiss and sigh as the rope caresses and glides. The sounds of pleasure, yearning, pain, suffering, startelment and joy from my partner.
The sight of them bound before me, the excitement as I yank them against me, jerking them this way or that, press a pressure point here, pinch there or nibble here.
Bliss.. I love rope.
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