DMFParadox
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I think roleplay has to be built up to. In the sense of sexual roleplay. Being an avid gamer, the term gives me a case of cognitive dissonance. But eh... Like, ok. This is the closest I've ever gotten to a totally mood altering roleplay. I used to rent studio space in one of those garage-style industrial areas. The ones full of mechanics and woodshops and... other musicians. Our studio space effin' rawked. Musically, it had everything necessary. A sound stage, 2 computer 4 monitor setup, speakers, a permanent 'spare' drum kit sitting in the back, and everybody had like a spare bass or guitar or keyboard sitting around. Musical. Frickin. Heaven. In addition, it had a tv, every game system known to man, poker table, lounge area, beer tap, air conditioning, a huge 'HUMP' sign somebody'd stolen from a road somewhere, all kinds of wicked leftovers from previous occupants... yeah. Good times. So I bring my girlfriend in there (the guys knew her and were ok with her hanging out) and she starts banging on the drums. Badly. I grab her by the hair and ask, "Who let you back here? Where the fuck is security?" in a fake british accent, jokingly. She asks, "Are you Rod Stewart or something?" and I say "Feck yah I am, love. And I'm trippin' balls, you know how it is. Where the fuck are we?" She says "Your studio, I guess?" And I reply "Oh really? And you just snuck in here like a feckin' groupie, eh? What're you trying to accomplish here, love? Do you want an autograph?" She replied, "haha, sure." I say, "All right love, what body part then? Feck it, show me your belly." I sign her belly with a sharpie (one was handy) and then go "So now you're ready to feckin' rock, right love? You've got more rhythm in you now?" "Haha, yeah." "Prove it then, love. Feckin' impress me." So she starts reaching for the drumsticks again and I go, "Not like that, love. Get over here." I lead her to the couch and then go, "Show me how much rhythm you got, love. Give me a feckin' reason to make you a star." She did. Then told me later that it was the hottest sex she could remember ever having. I'd made a few other comments about how I'd tagged her as mine and would get my roadie to tattoo her as soon as he wiped the ass off his needles, asked her what city we were in and if there were 'eny feckin' fecks with cameras outside' and other crap like that I can't remember it all but it was fun. So, yeah. Roleplay seems to work best when it's organic, not forced.
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bloody hell, get me some aspirin and a whiskey straight "The role of gender in society is the most complicated thing I’ve ever spent a lot of time learning about, and I’ve spent a lot of time learning about quantum mechanics." - Randall Munroe
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