I had another role-play session tonight, though if I’m honest this one threw me a little at first. The man wanted a married-boss fantasy, secretary caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. A forced overnight in a hotel. Strange, yes, but also… tempting. We met in a hotel in Earls Court, and I slipped into character quicker than I expected.
He was already in the room, polite to a fault, eyes darting everywhere but at me. He disappeared for a shower, leaving me perched on the bed in my neat little office blouse. By the time he came back, I’d undone the look — just a slip, bare legs, smoothing cream over them like it was nothing. The lamp threw shadows that made my skin glow.
The way he froze in the doorway almost made me laugh. He climbed into bed stiff as a board, blanket pulled up like armour. That’s the delicious thing about bedroom roleplay — it’s not about speed, it’s about hesitation, awkwardness, the way silence makes the air heavy.
I teased him with champagne, knowing full well the spill across my chest was too perfectly timed to be an accident. His reaction said everything. He muttered about marriage, about duty, but his body betrayed him. I leaned closer, brushing his hand like it meant nothing, though we both knew it meant something.
That’s what I enjoyed most — the push and pull, his voice saying no while his eyes said yes. The whole boss act crumbling, leaving just a man who didn’t quite know how to resist.
We didn’t need to spell it out. In that Earls Court hotel room, with shadows crawling the walls, it was enough to stay at the edge of something dangerous, knowing one step more and the whole thing would unravel.
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