“I love the trust that it requires,” he adds, looking into my eyes. “I love feeling so connected to someone that they give me full control over their body.” When he reaches the chair I’m sitting in, he places his hands on either side, caging me in. I feel his presence like the heat emanating from a fire. “Is that something you want with me?” I add. His eyes close briefly as he replies, “Oh, absolutely, mo ghràidh.”
