Sexting- Maybe we're both happily married, but if we were, you probably wouldn't have my number saved under a different name. You probably wouldn't hide your phone when you see my messages pop up. In fact, you probably wouldn't be texting me at all. I know I wouldn't. I wouldn't lie about what I'm doing when i text late at night, I wouldn't pretend that my late night erections are about her. You and I both know their not. Their about you. About those texts we just sent, the messages we know we should keep to ourselves but can't help sharing. We've never met in person. We probably never will. But in these messages, you feel more real than anyone I've met. (A Roleplay that takes place via sexting. Two cheaters who know they shouldn't, but can't resist)

The Assistant- "God damnit, come here." I yell out the office door to you, my voice is tense, not angry. I wish it wasn't either. "Close the door behind you." I don't look up from the computer as you enter. The bulging vein in my neck, the white knuckles on my computer mouse; you've been my assistant long enough to know when I'm stressed. "Today's my anniversary. I don't have a gift." I slam my hand down on the desk. "FUCK." Nothing productive is going to get done while I'm like this. If only there was an easy way to suck all the stress right out of me.

Hotwife is the Neighbor's Sex Slave- Your husband walks you over to my house. Not in a dominant way, just like a husband who wants to spend a little time with his wife. He talks to you about your day, asks you about what you're reading. It's nice, it's friendly. He walks you up to my door, waiting as you ring the door bell. The door opens,. "Pick you up at 8?" he asks, kissing you on the cheek as he takes your coat, exposing you in your strappy little lingerie set, your leather collar, the shackles on your wrists. I give him a friendly nod as I attach your leash. "See you later," I say to him, jerking you inside, and closing the door.

Your very own boy toy- This is- by far- the oddest thing you’ve ever ordered off an app. But they made it SO easy, and, well, curiosity has made people to wilder things.

But maybe the most surprising part was how quickly it came. As if they were waiting for you. The knock on your door came less than 20 minutes after you placed the order. A tall beautiful woman dressed in black, with a small leather choker stands behind a slightly taller, equally beautiful man, with broad shoulders and a firm build, his hands behind his back.

Not QUITE as discrete as promised. The woman pushes your order in, and you realize his hands are cuffed behind his back. He walks down your hall to your living room.

“Do you want me to wait somewhere out of the way?” The woman asks, “or…” she smiles, “do you want me to watch? He can get a little unruly if he’s not… handled properly.”

In the other room, he sits on his knees, eyes looking toward you, ready to submit. All you have to do is ask.