There is truly a never ending supply of hot men in the city.
I went climbing last night at one of my favourite indoor climbing gyms, Toronto Climbing Academy. I’ve got to give kudos to the sexy men who boulder. There is something so appealing about watching a man’s muscles work as he exerts himself up a challenging problem on the wall. I try not to oggle but thankfully bouldering is a a spectator sport and it isn’t rude to stare.
Seriously when I started climbing my mind certainly wandered off into a realm of naughty fantasies. I took an outdoor climb course where we were taught how to tie a series of knots that are crucial to climbing outdoors. As we manouevered ourselves around metres of rope, tieing into harnesses and learning everything from the simple figure eight to the handy alpine knot..I started to think about Japanese bondage.
As a strong, intelligent and assertive woman, I have the most incredible urge to have my wrists bound with rope and tide to a bed frame, or a tree, or…. I’m not into the world of BDSM and yet I get all hot and bothered at the thought of a strong man having his way with me.
Why is that?
