Hidden Longings: bat cock

Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in bat cock. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than bat cock,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “bat cock” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “bat cock” climax ever recorded.