Why is Role-Playing so much fun?
We all play a million roles in our lives. Mother, child, employee, boss, disciplinarian, student, the list goes on and on. And within those roles we even play a million other roles. Happy mother when we really want to scream our heads off at the kids but can’t in public, smiling daughter-in-law even though we really just want to tell our mother-in-law off for interfering, again. Often we have to don multiple roles at a time, which can leave us drained and depleted. So why is it that when we finally get some time to stop and smell the roses so many of us turn to playing a different role to do it?
The amount of people playing role playing games has increased dramatically over the last several years, due to the evolution of internet gaming. When previously participating in a role playing game like dungeons and dragons was confined to your home and friends, now there’s a worldwide network of people you can easily access that like the same things you do. The invention of facebook created an even bigger net of people to play these role playing games. Who doesn’t have a friend planting carrots on Farmville or trying to recruit you for his Mob?
But why is it this has become our recreation of choice?
Playing a different role gives us an escape for all the other mandatory roles we have to play. Whether it’s playing dungeons and dragons in your basement or playing sexy student and professor in the bedroom, taking on a different role gives you the ability to leave behind the troubles of your normal everyday life and take on a simpler persona. The sexy secretary doesn’t have to worry about paying the mortgage, or fixing the leaky kitchen sink. The mob boss doesn’t have to worry about getting the kids to school on time, or dealing with back stabbing coworkers (he’d probably just stab them right back anyway). Through role playing we get to experience things we never could in real life, from battling dragons to getting our necks sucked by sexy vampires. We get to escape our normal drab lives to experience all we’ve ever wanted.
In a world where we get very few escapes from our troubles, due to the constant line of communication, from texts, to tweets, to status updates (you can even download apps that tell you want to do), role playing gives us a detailed escape from those moments. A time when we can ignore all else and live in the moment.
What do you think? Why do you role play?
In my newest release, Heart’s Ultimatum, my heroine, Krista, uses some very sexy role playing to her advantage while trying to convince her boyfriend to commit. Here’s a little snippet for you to enjoy. Leave a comment below telling me what you think of role playing, and you’ll be entered in to win a copy of this book.
Krista Matthews has been in love with James for two years, but he's never mentioned commitment. After she plans him the ultimate naughty Valentine’s Day surprise, and he doesn't say those three magical words, she knows it’s time to move on. She may be plushy and curvy, but she still deserves someone who loves her for all she is.
Wounded by the past, James Peterson became principal at a new school to escape his mistakes. What he never anticipated was meeting someone as amazing as Krista. She fits him in every way—except her need for a ring. When she dishes out a Valentine's Day ultimatum, give her more or end their relationship, all those old fears come racing back. Does James have the courage to face his past for the woman he loves? Or will he lose her on principal?
Krista twisted her pink-and-dove-gray-striped tie into a knot. The ends dangled past the waistband of her barely there skirt. She’d picked out the tie due to its extra long length, just in case James wanted to use the silk for a more creative purpose, like binding her wrists together or to secure her to his desk.
Krista’s temperature rose a few degrees with just the thought of James dominating her. She shuffled her feet, her heels clicked along the tiles as she rubbed her thighs together, trying to control the tingle growing between her legs. She was getting herself way too excited before she even got to James’s office, dreaming about his hands on her body, his lips worshipping her skin, the scratch of his whiskers between her thighs. At this rate she’d come before he even got a finger on her, maybe before she even finished the twenty-foot walk to his door.
As much as she might fight it, the anticipation and preparation was half the fun for Krista. Starting with the first conception of this Valentine’s Day surprise for her boyfriend, her arousal continued through picking out the perfect time and outfit. Krista’s heart beat out a heavy, erratic rhythm. The risk and taboo of her plan heightened her enjoyment.
It was the aftermath she and James needed to work on. The relationship, the trust, the communication. It’s the only way she’d get what she wanted, and needed.
It didn’t help her nervousness or excitement that this had been one of her fantasies starring James from the beginning of their relationship. Since the first time she’d been called to his office over some simple parental concern, all she could think about was getting him naked on top of that desk. He’d only been her boss then, but that didn’t stop her fantasies, or his. He’d been dreaming of the same desires, a truth he’d only admitted months afterward, sweaty and replete, between her heart-dotted sheets.
Krista stared into the small mirror hanging from the coat closet in her classroom. She sprayed herself with Ode de Amore perfume to remove the slight tinge of chalk still wafting in the air, along with the hint pine from the disinfectant the janitor used to clean the floors and the drift of macaroni and cheese from the cafeteria.
Pushing the knot of her tie to the base of her throat, Krista adjusted the linen collar lapels of her button-down shirt around the striped silk. She glanced into the mirror for a moment, assessing the entire look. The charcoal skirt ended right below the slope of her ample ass. The dark circles of her nipples hinted through the white linen shirt. The tie pulled up tight to her neck, ready to be yanked off her in a fit of passion. Her sunset-brunette hair was tied back into twin pigtails low against her neck, bound with small pink bows.
The hair style looked a little ridiculous, but it went with the theme of the night. And it didn’t matter much either way. It would only be up for a moment before James would pull out the twin ribbons, running his hands through her messy tresses until it was a happy nest of tangles. James loved to comb his fingers through her hair. She’d occasionally put it up just to give him a reason to dislodge it from its careful bun or braid.
Krista slipped her hand into the closet, pulling a raspberry-sherbet lip gloss from her coat pocket. As she grabbed for the bright-pink tube, her fingers slid along a thick, soft sheet of paper folded and stuffed in the pocket.
Tossing a glance over her shoulder to verify she was still alone, Krista pulled the paper from the jacket pocket. She unfolded the corners from the isosceles triangle she’d crammed it into last time she’d looked at it. Sighing softly, she stared down at the elaborate sheet of holiday paper in her hand, a remnant of the Christmas party with her girlfriends.
The shiny, golden ornaments raced down the sides, bracketing the wishes she’d asked for. Her four best friends had gathered together a few days before last Christmas to celebrate Giselle’s birthday, the most demanding of the five. Giselle believed herself to be a younger Martha Stewart and had organized her entire party around each of them, creating a list of all the traits they wanted most in a man on the snowflake-dotted paper, hoping to bring each of them their Mr. Rights. Surprisingly, writing the lists had been a lot of fun. And it had worked for two of them so far.
But since Krista already had a man, she hadn’t seen the point in listing characteristics of her soul mate. She didn’t need to hone her desires or to send her wishes into the universe for a man who could play the guitar or went to church every Sunday or had a dry sense of humor. She already had what she wanted. She had James.
Instead she’d listed everything else she still wanted. Marriage. Commitment. Family. To hear those three little words. Everything James hadn’t offered her after two years together. All the things she’d been denied far too long.
Krista gathered the edges of the page together, folding the spearmint paper down the middle and shoving it back into her coat. She hated the stupid list. Ever since she’d written it all down, Krista couldn’t stop thinking about all she didn’t have. The commitment and security she longed for, but still eluded her, was detailed across the Christmas stationary for all the world to see.
The list, written in unyielding ink, was like a fiery arrow pointing down at all she wanted. The slow swirl of dissatisfaction she’d been feeling in her relationship for the last year suddenly spiked, clouding over every aspect of her life until it was all she could think about.
But tonight was Valentine’s Day, the one night of the year where love held the most sway. And she was determined to use it to her advantage. This Valentine’s Day she wouldn’t be content with a box of chocolates, a bottle of smelly perfume, or an abnormally large stuffed bear. This year she only wanted one present for Valentine’s Day. She wanted James to say he loved her.
She had no doubt he felt the emotion. From the gentle way he kissed her first thing in the morning, the way he’d place his hand on the small of her back in crowds, and the brightness of his smile when she walked in the room, she was sure he loved her. He was just afraid to say it. But he’d lose that fear quickly, she thought with a smile, after she gave him his Valentine’s Day present.
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I'd like to thank Willa for joining us today. Loved the excerpt.
~Author Jennifer Labelle~