The sexiest part of a man's body is his ... mind.  Really.  The hottest guy, if there's nothing upstairs, I'd probably be more attracted to the fun loving, witty, sex-loving with a sense of adventure guy who carries an extra twenty pounds.  And I can be much more flexible about whether the extra weight is twenty pounds or a little more than I can be about whether the man is intelligent.  So while I'm of the opinion that most of my dates are great guys and I try to bring my own share of sexy to the dance, still sometimes a man will ask for some fantasy role-play.  Sigh.  Okay, I tell him, if the reality of a date with me isn't enough, and you want me to pretend to be someone else, well I'm all about pleasing you...which is followed quickly by my smile and I let him know I'm just teasing and I ask to hear his idea.  Its like playing dress up, why not?  Consenting adults, right?  Hopefully the role play is hot.  Let me tell you about one that was hot, sensual and romantic.  He and I meet at the same wonderful hotel when he travels on business.  His fantasy takes place in that hotel, but assumes that he is frequently there with his family as well as frequent business trips, and that I am the concierge. We lived it out, and it was HOT.  Read on, he even provided my backstory, enjoy the role-play fantasy...I sure as hell did....  
   
I'm standing here, behind the concierge desk of the city's finest five-star hotel, in this horrendously tight, although wonderfully sexy -- which is why I bought it of course --, figure-hugging red pencil skirt and jacket; all smiles to the vacation guests that amble by in their shorts and gaudy short-sleeved shirts. My pristine blonde hair is partially draped over the front of my dress, make-up accentuating my "perfect jaw-line" and the fingernails of a porn star; they're almost more work than they're worth, perhaps I should consider fakes? It's for the guests, of course. They like to see a pretty thing behind the desk when booking in, when finding out about the city and all it has to offer, and specifically, it's good for business. Our most profitable clients, the business clients make the most use of my services, and they represent repeat business, and the personal attention keeps them coming back.  
   
I don't mind providing a sexy appearance for the hotel; a little flirt, a sly smile, my hand stroking that pen, door knob or key fob for just a teasingly split-second too long. Maybe I just like the power my good looks have over men? The toughest part can be these wicked stilettos making my feet feel like they're in an ever-tightening vice all day! The sound of them clacking as I walk on the sand-brown marble floor draws attention to my legs though, my lovely lovely legs. I work hard for these girls, look at them boys, appreciate the work these cost me. Heel-toe heel-toe; one leg directly in front of the other, shoulders back, ensnare them with my walk. My fitness makes the walk, the legs, the alluring image I'm projecting all the more powerful; Seeing the reactions is its own reward.  The luscious tips and generous bonuses from our general manager is another reward, of course!  
   
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Date of blog: 8/15/201