On the other side of death is light and life. When I almost died after being in the wrong place at the wrong time, I decided it was time to start living and stop simply surviving and live my best life. So, I sat down with my friends and made a list of all the things I’d always wanted to do or be.
My friends appeared shocked by the items I penned. The friend they’d known for so many years would think twice before wearing a bright-colored shirt. And yet, I listed skydiving, bungie jumping, flying all the way to Japan to eat blowfish. And I did those things, checking them off as I went. On the tamer side, I rode a horse and took tango lessons. Until only one thing remained on my list.
Visit a dungeon. A kink club lay in the city only a few miles away. It was members only, with exceptions made for guests or, of course, those interested in joining. Was I interested in joining? I’d never know until I tried. If only I had an alpha to go with.
