Crushed Nuts by Anonymous

I've been asked to write a short confession by Miss Persephone, so here goes even though I'm not entirely sure what to write. Theme is carnival and flying trapeze.

I apologize in advance for the poor quality of the story, a lack of time and personal carnival fantasies made it so :)

Imagine the lady, on the flying trapeze, she's not like any other lady.. she's got a secret fantasy, something she likes to share, but something she does not like anyone to know...

Her fantasy is there in plain view for them all, her fantasy is her life, it's her livelihood, in a sense.        
She flies through the air, graceful and agile. Flipping and turning, reaching for the next thrill, would she make it?

She always did of course, her partner caught her every time.. Now this was, part of her fantasy, as they preformed in plain sight, what nobody knew was what their relation was.
Her partner, the strong man, the manly man, was fully submitted to the woman on the flying trapeze.

Her fantasy, what they shared, was simple yet not, as she flipped off the trapeze, plummeting towards the ground, he was there to catch her, each time, one of her feet crushed his nuts.

The crowd applauded and cheered, while he whimpers and whines. she loves the attention, In her mind each applaud each cheering sound was a tribute to his now crushed nuts.