Rose’s Diaries –
I slip into the dark room before me, careful to close the hotel bathroom door behind me with the least amount of noise possible. The only thing that’s visible to me is his broad silhouette, sitting on the bed. I take a deep breath as I get close to him. I shed my old name, story and everything semblance to the woman I once were.
For the next two hours I become reborn.
There is definitely something alluring about roleplaying isn’t there? Many sex experts have attributed it to a childlike need to play pretend; a whim to fill the shoes of someone else just for a while so you take a break from being yourself.
When I first asked if I could roleplay with a client, I didn’t exactly know how to feel. Was this a harmless request or was I supposed to feel offended that he technically could only get off if I pretended to be someone else for a while? Nevertheless, the request was made whilst I was still in my first every year being in the escort business and I figured that this would be far from the weirdest suggestion I’d get, so I swallowed my initial pride and played along. This man, (let’s call him Jesse) seemed like a decent enough person and our conversations went along pretty well, so it definitely made things less awkward when he requested that I show up in a black short sleeved dress and white apron.
The maid and the cheating husband, to really break it down for you.
Jesse didn’t actually have a wife though. He was a middle aged marketing executive living in the city -who also admitted to not having much luck with the dating scene. Regardless, he went on to explain that he had the hots for his housekeeper growing up and was interested in experimenting with repressed desires. I showed up that night, clad scantily in the shortest black dress I could find and a surprisingly racy white apron that I snagged online. Initial hesitation ebbed away as I saw his eyes widen and his tongue dart out to lick his lips. He was a very handsome man -dark green eyes, broad shoulders- and my heart hammered with anticipation. His gaze held mine even as I stepped inside, inching closer until his lips grazed my ear.
“Get in the bathroom. Come out after 5 minutes with only the apron.”
5 agonizing minutes passed by as I finally stepped out into the dimly lit room. I was dressed in nothing but the tiny white apron, but my blood rushed fast enough to warm my body against the cold. Jesse sat on the bed, both palms face down on the mattress. In what little light that shone from the windows, I could make out a hungry expression on his face. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, as his dark green eyes looked right up at me. “She’s finally in bed. I’ve been waiting for this all day,” he said in a husky voice.
Right there and then, I understood the allure.
Our mouths were on each other in record time, and his clothes were off just as fast. He fucked me like a man starved that night. Strong hands around my neck, gripping my hips, hot mouth on my breasts. It was unbridled passion, for me and the skin of a racy housekeeper that I was wearing.
Jesse allowed me to understand the pull behind roleplaying –and just why there are people out there who love it so much. It’s not about disrespecting the individuality of the person in front of you by not finding them good enough, it’s about allowing your deepest darkest desires to come to light. An animalistic way of allowing some parts of ourselves to have their sweet release, as pent up fantasies become reality.
Jesse was my first roleplaying partner, and an extremely good one if I might add. The sex was mind-blowing. I didn’t even have to take off my apron.
Love,
Rose.