Role play is never something I’ve been into per se. A little teasing here and there, yes. Generally once I get turned on I lack the focus to maintain a character. And I’ve always been content to talk with a partner ABOUT who else I’d like to be fucking, not to have them pretend to be that person.

But, like most anything, it’s not something I’d rule out or take off the table. Not by a long shot. So when this former actress started dating a certain actor, both of us with wide open minds when it comes to the bedroom, well, role play became sort of a given.

We generally gravitated toward Daddy/daughter, Mother/son. Because that is a kink near and dear to both of our hearts. But that really deserves a post of it’s own. Because we were a mixed race couple, that wound it’s way into the mix fairly often as well. BDSM takes on a whole new meaning when you start playing the race card.

And then there was the time when a simple blow job turned into an improv game worthy of any theater class I’ve ever taught or taken.

I honestly don’t remember how it started. I don’t remember if I stopped to put my hair in pig tails so it would be out of my eyes, or if I’d started with it that way. He was into that look, so you know. At any rate, me being in pigtails and sucking his cock was not designed to play into any specific role, it was functional.

Until he started talking to me like I was a 6 year old. Asking if I liked sucking Daddy’s cock. I slipped right into my part. Pitching my voice higher, opening my eyes wide, nodding and biting my lip. That went on for a few minutes. Me telling him about my day at school in between gulps of his precum.

Without warning he called me a pig. And so I snorted and grunted appropriately, all the while with lips wrapped around him. I’d been kneeling but I hitched up onto all fours. A tiny little voice in my head telling me this was too far. A much louder one saying fuck it, it’s just fun.

I wasn’t on all fours for long before the little piggy morphed into a dog. Again on command. Barking. Whimpering. Sniffing and licking from his balls to his ass while he pet me on the head. Lapping and drooling all over him. The puppy show lasted for a while.

I think he’d turned me back into a 6 year old again by the time he came. It was one of those things that just happened. We just went with the flow and it worked for both of us. But it also made us look at each other afterward and say, “well, that was a first.”