Erotic stories can create a theme, using props to play around. I hate scripted role play, but theme based story lines, done right are grand. I have more than thirty of these I have used at times
SHIRTS
I had been away for several weeks on another traveling tour of client visits. Long days, uncomfortable hotel beds, bad food, and stressful negotiations over variety of lawyer minutia points had totally sapped my mental capacity. I was tired and head to my place for what I hoped would be a day of sleep. What was that line from Die Hard, “I am getting too old for this”. Well that was how I felt.
I am barely home, activating the AC on high to cool of the place, and sorting thru the accumulated pile of postal recycle material when there is a knock on the door. Cripes, who could that possibly be, I just got here. I open the door and I see my beautiful young darling friend. Even to my exhausted mind, I am stunned at how totally dazzling she is. Wearing a pair of khaki short shorts, with a web belt and a very tight fitting man cut T-shirt, she blazes me with a smile and greeting. “Baby, I am so glad to see you, it has been too long” she cries as she enters my place and begins to passionately embrace me.
Well, maybe, just maybe, I have reserves of strength, energy, and creative passion left in this old body after all. I pull back a bit and see the hunger for me in her eyes. I stroke her ribs and back with my hands while drinking in her beauty. We are both hungry for each other. I pull out the T-shirt from her belted waist and start to pull it up over her body, she arches her arms above her head to ease me taking the shirt off, when I stop half way, covering her eyes and trapping her hands behind her with one hand. I stroke her cheek and start to kiss her, deeply and with masculine control and demands. Her hot breath, smooth lips and questing tongue reach out to me and greet my needs with equal passion. I pull her close to me in embrace, then release to cup her breast in my free hand, squeezing, molding them to my pleasures, bending down to pull her erect nipples into my lips while flicking them with my tongue, I then reach down and remove the web belt and slide her shorts down with my open hand. She is standing there, blindfolded by her shirt,
captive to my demands, wanting me, surrendering as my prisoner of passion.
We complete this expression of our passion and reunion from long absence right there, first starting against the wall/door frame, then rolling together on the rug. It is with joy every-time I receive the gift of her interest and needs from me. But now, I am totally travel worn and head to the bath for a shower. She washes my body with a scented liquid soap, and I return the favor. We play with each other there in the shower, but it is not passion aroused, more playful, explorative, sensual. I exit first, grab a towel from the heated rack, dry, wrap and head into the bedroom. I hear her finishing up, amazed at how the sounds of woman domestic grooming can be so fulfilling, almost an erotic art on its own. “Babe, where is the robe?” she ask, I have no clue, but when she does not say anything else, I assume she found it.
I sit, to quietly relax on the bed, when I see her come out. She has pulled out one of my starched dress shirts and is wearing it like a robe, using only a single button low on the shirt to close, allowing her body to shimmer in peek-a-boo fashion up and down the remainder of the shirt. The shirt tails are magically falling to highlight her beautiful hips, thighs and the front tails of the shirt teasingly invite you to look deep and lustful to her body. This is one of the most erotic
displays of woman ever designed by human kind.
She grabs some crackers and hops on the bed, sitting cross legged in front of my, we visit, laugh and just relax. Her sexual aura in my shirt is maddening – it is the combination of her beautiful body, tinkling laugh, and confident nature all focused to my relaxation. Later that evening, as I unbutton my dress shirt and we specifically target a slow, methodical release of stress for each other, I marvel that after all the times we have played with lingerie, outfits, and toys, it is the simple playful use of a common T-shirt and the elegant use of a plain white starch shirt that drives me to total bliss.
FOOTNOTE
My guidance if you want to have a role play fantasy - write a session review you wish you could experience. Send it to a playful partner, and role with the theme. Don't try acting, it gets a bit face, but take a theme and explore the sexual freedom it inspires.
Hope this sample helps