Didn’t Include Ropes

My best experience with ropes… didn’t include ropes. I know it sounds like it doesn’t make sense. But let me tell you the story, and you will understand why I say it that way.

Sam and I have been friends for ages! And that’s amazing, considering how different our personalities are. You see, he’s all outgoing and outdoorsy, while I’m more on the shy side, and prefer not to leave the city. Moreover, whereas Sam is all into kink, I’m way more conservative. Maybe that’s why he calls me “Vanilla.”

I guess being so different is the key to our friendship. We do things together that we would never do on our own. For example, I took him to an 80s teen movie film festival, and I attended a Shibari festival with him.

I must say that the rope games I saw amazed me. Frankly, I never thought you could do something like that. I was so amazed by one of the performers, that I offered myself as a volunteer for his next scene. However, Sam told me not to do it.

At first, I thought he was jealous. You know, the rigger was a very handsome man, and I won’t deny that the thought of his hands running all over my body was a pleasant one. But he said that the problem was that he didn’t trust him. And he begged me not to do the scene.

Now, that was a real test for our friendship. Should I believe in Sam’s good intentions? Or should I realize that it was all a matter of jealousy? In the end, I chose to trust in Sam. After all, I’ve known him for ages. On the rigger, the rigger, as handsome as he was, was someone I knew nothing about.

The following day, we saw on the paper that there had been an accident at the scene I was supposed to be at. Sam was right.

That’s why I say my best experience with ropes… didn’t include ropes.