Many live sheltered lives. Many are happy in their comfortable places.
The fences are often invisible, they’re for safety, they’re for assurance.
However, there are places where fences are just places to tie up handcuffs and hang other toys.
Those places, the fences hold a dual purpose. Keep out those nosy folks who won’t understand the untold passions unleashed from the security of a wonderful knotted rope.
It also keeps in those who love to play in the security of privacy
Others love to climb fences and explore. Try out new waters and new courts.
Provided one doesn’t get their pants or gussets caught on top of such fences, the playground is ripe for sweat, heat, orgasm, and much play.
Just remember where the fence is, as crossing it doesn’t happen at any random places. By invitation many play, by accident others come, by choice and design others revel from behind.
Either way, on this side of the fence, things are just getting warmed up… and soon the blushes will be on their way
Shallows of the Deep 