The ropes are trying to keep me from falling into the shaft. They don't understand, I want to be there. With the ropes, I suppose. Yes the ropes might do quite well. I just enjoy moving up and down, savoring the texture of the shaft. What can I say? I'm an old soul. I think hands are better. I want to be the only one in the down heap. Sliding down, all the way down intimate space. Then back up a little higher. Oh yes. I'm opening slowly. The mood's been ruined. Someone walked in on us. I guess I don't mind groups, in theory. I give that crude intruder what they came for and leave. I go back down. There's music playing. That will definitely help recapture to mood.
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Oh my. I'm elated. On top of the world. I got the mood back, and so much more. I suppose this raises the standards for the next time we interact. I'll have to elevate the romance.