For those looking for something different, the sexy secretary role play is the perfect solution. It is one of the easiest role plays to start with, for those who have never tried it before, and it is a lot of fun too.
Sitting in The London Carriage Works, one of the best restaurants in Liverpool, I was spending my afternoon growing more and more upset. I had come in here for a pick me up, my very own champagne afternoon tea which usually never failed to make me feel good inside, but this time it wasn’t working.
I was sitting in one of the most exclusive cocktail bar and casino in Manchester, Manchester 235, sipping frosty Margaritas with my girlfriend Scarlett when I spotted him, he was leaning against the wall outside, draining the last of a cigarette. His dark hair was lying against his dark skin, covering an inch of his forehead and his hazel eyes carried a cheeky glint in them. I almost choked on my cocktail as I saw him wandering into the bar, hands pushed into his pocket, eyes scanning the room.
I knew I had knocked back one too many rum and cokes, but the atmosphere was so buzzing, I couldnt help myself. We had united with a great posse of girls, or as my friend would vulgarly put it a ‘pussy posse.’ I watched as the dark haired girl danced with her friend, feeling more and more aroused as she and her friend ground together, touching each other’s hair and boobs.
Finally, after so much back and forth, we had met up. He was a guy I had been chatting with on Facebook for a few weeks and our texts had grown flirtatious. We met together in London outside a bar and I couldn’t tell if there was chemistry or not, although I did fancy him.
My wife had been getting restless recently, we had been together for eleven years and it was clear we needed an extra string in our bow sexually. We had tried nearly everything to spice up our sex life, but one day over my morning coffee, she made my day.
I was burning with anger, why was I in daddy’s office again? What had I done that was so wrong except live my life and enjoy what is rightfully mine? The old man, dressed in his tweed overcoat, with patches of leather and scrapes of dirt, reminiscent of his recent hunting expedition on the elbows traced the outside of the room, walking round and round in circles, making me more and more dizzy as I awaited another of his rages.