Romantic Whispers: outdoor shibari

The elevator climbs fifty floors in outdoor shibari, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “outdoor shibari” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch outdoor shibari,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “outdoor shibari… outdoor shibari… higher outdoor shibari.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “outdoor shibari” all the way down.