Fat Birds Can Fly

Fat Birds Can Fly

Fat birds can fly. I know. I’ve seen it.

I love Jim. He’s sweet, loving, and loyal. He’s the best! We’ve been together for four years now, and I really believe he’s the love of my life. That is, the second one. We both come from failed marriages and, even though we’re not young anymore, we still have a lot of fun together. No exaggeration, each moment with him is a piece of magic!

That’s why it makes me so sad to see him pitying himself because he’s fat. Of course, I wouldn’t say otherwise, he’s chubby, period. You see, he loves donuts, and he hates exercise, and that’s not a good combination. He works as a computer systems engineer, which is good, because he makes a lot of money. But it is also bad because he spends hours sitting at his desk.

We agree on almost everything. However, when it comes to physicality, we’re totally different. I work out every day. Moreover, I enjoy every second of it. Even though I’m 46, I’m in better shape than many younger women. And, when it comes to the bedroom activities, Jim is all vanilla, while I’m more into kink. Actually, I have a passion for bondage. So, I tried to teach him how to tie me Shibari style, but all I got was to put him in a bad mood. Then, I ask him to let me do the tying. He agreed, not very enthusiastically. However, when he saw that the ultimate Shibari experience is suspension, all his self-pity about being fat resurfaced and ruined the whole thing.

Now, I’ve always believed that extreme problems ask for extreme measures. So, I asked him to give me an hour of total obedience and no questions. Also, we agreed he would be blindfolded. That was all I needed.

I’ve never concentrated on a scene before. I am not a performer, but I knew this had to be a scene worthy of the best Shibari exhibitions. When he felt the ropes around him, Jim moved his lips a couple of times, as if he were about to ask something, but he honored our agreement and kept quiet.

When I took the blindfold away from his eyes, he saw himself standing two feet above the ground. I was sweaty and exhausted, but it had all been worth it. As tears ran down his cheeks, I told him:

—You see, fat birds can fly.

That’s our Shibari story.