FREESTANDING WATER-SPORTS: Standing over, staring down, without blinking… a knowing look. I wonder if he realizes what’s coming, what he dreams of in those quiet moments deep in the night. Lifting my black shiny latex skirt and moving my panties to one side……. a trickle of golden nectar makes contact with his cock and balls, ‘you have permission to touch…… yourself’. Stepping up, now above his face, his mouth. ‘Noting my beauty, longing for my soft folds, all tender and damp…… ‘open……. your mouth….. don’t waste a drop of my precious champagne’. A thin thread, later emerges. My moisture…… silky…… slipping down to the expectant mouth of my humbled submissive. A thin shaft of late afternoon light enters the chamber, reminding me that out there Londoners are going about their everyday, mundane lives. And here I and him…. are, cocooned in time and space.