State of Love and Trust
Flash Fiction
The terrain was rocky, a challenge under normal circumstances.Â
The blindfolds were her suggestion, months ago, not allowing the honeymoon period to go without a test.
She had led Martin across a gentle stream. He followed the instructions to the exercise perfectly, staying silent, squeezing her left hand only when he was truly afraid he would fall, and then only once, as they left the stream and headed down an embankment to a picnic and exuberant, noisy sex.
It was a trust exercise that culminated in some of the most wildly erotic moments of Gail’s life.
Martin, skeptical before the blindfold went on, was now an adherent.
The trust had been established.Â
Blindfolded walks had become a hobby that routinely ended in orgasm.
Gail couldn’t even recall where she first read about the test, though she would genuflect to the author if they ever met in person.
The walks had gotten longer, more extreme, each of them taking turns leading and turns being blindfolded and led.
There were skinned knees and bug bites and ruined clothing and laughter and joy and desire and if this wasn’t love it was a Cirque du Soleil extravaganza about love with standing ovations and downpours of lust.
That the terrain became more extreme was natural-greater risk, greater trust,a feeling that they could almost fly together if they concentrated together.
Gail wanted to ask Martin if she could write about their experiences, but she was blindfolded, and must remain silent. The question would have to wait, if she remembered at all when today’s excursion was done.
Martin squeezed her right hand, she turned and followed.
Her left foot felt no purchase. She squeezed his left hand.
The air smelled fresh but somehow empty, as she first heard then felt the rocks give way, as they both squeezed tighter to each other and fell, screaming, to the canyon floor.
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Author’s Note: Yes, I know that’s a song title. The song, by far my favorite from that band, is hidden in the text of the story.
By far their best song, and a another great turn in this one.
I felt uneasy about everything except "exuberant, noisy sex". The thought of losing the sense of sight. The thought of being lead and/or leading someone else, has never been something I could feel comfortable with. Maybe it's a trust issue? I trust we all go over the cliff eventually.