Vanilla

Vanilla Read Free Page B

Book: Vanilla Read Free
Author: Scarlet Smith
Tags: Romance, Adult, sexy, love, raunchy
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definitely wasn't an expert.
    The name beside the number was Katy.
    "Hello?" A man answered the phone, which
threw Jess a bit - it was a mobile number and she was expecting
Katy herself.
    "Can I speak to Katy, please?"
    "Sure."
    "Hello?"
    "Hi, Katy. My name's Jess. I'm ringing from
Fresh Vibe magazine...?"
    There was a pause for a beat, and then Katy
obviously remembered her conversation with Jason. "Oh, hi. Is this
to talk more about sex?"
    Jess grinned. "Yeah, can we meet?"
    .
    Sitting in the cafe, sipping orange juice and
waiting for Katy, Jess was still trying to decide which role-play
scenario to use. Teacher and pupil? Bit cliché - bit pervy? Nurse
and patient - this one they'd done, but it was pretty tame. She
needed inspiration!
    She knew it was Katy as soon as she walked
in. She was tall and slim, with pink hair, and she was wearing a
fifties-style dress with cherries all over it. She just looked like
a sexual free spirit.
    Jess waved at her and Katy crossed the cafe
to join her.
    "Hi." Jess stood up and they did an
'air-kiss' greeting.
    Jess ordered and paid for coffee and cake for
them both and then pulled out her tape recorder, notepad and
pen.
    "D'you mind?" She gestured at the recorder.
Katy shook her head. "So just talk to me," Jess said. "Tell me
about your sex life, about role play in particular."
    Luckily, the cafe wasn't too crowded, as Katy
launched into a pretty candid chat about her love life...
    "I just love role play. Always have. I had a
boyfriend called Greg, he was into all sorts. Some stuff was a bit
too much, if you know what I mean, but role play was lovely. I want
to be an actress, so it kinda gives me a chance to practice, if you
know what I mean? I get to play the sexy minx or the timid
school-girl. I've been a nun, a lawyer-bitch, a babysitter getting
hit on by the dad. I've been in control or submissive. I don't mind
either way."
    She literally didn't stop for a breath.
    "I love the feeling of being someone else - I
can be sexy and liberated. I can talk dirtier than I would. I can
say things I wouldn't otherwise say. I can play it soft or pretend
to be rough." She lowered her voice slightly. "I have the best
orgasms during role play. I don't know why. But it really gets me
going. Sometimes just planning what we're gonna do - not that I'm
with Greg now, of course, but with my boyfriend now, I sometimes
have a little play with myself during the day, in work, when I
think about stuff we're gonna do or stuff we've done. Sometimes
people think role play is a bit vanilla, but it can be as hot as
you like. Like when I was the nun it felt like I was a scared
virgin, who was coerced into it but then really enjoyed it. When I
play the schoolgirl, I'm a vixen playing with my poor teacher and
getting his head in a spin. It's just so different to normal sex;
it's extra sexy and extra interesting and extra exciting."
    Katy took a breath and then Jess let her talk
for another five minutes while they finished their coffee and cake.
Then she thanked her for her time and headed home.
    She was feeling a bit excited herself. She
reckoned she could come up with a good scenario by the time Max got
in from work.
     

Chapter
Four
    Jess spent the day writing about her meeting
with Katy for her blog and then planning her role-play for the
night. Max had text that he'd be home at six. So she had text him
the scenario and the persona he had to take on from when he walked
in.
    .
    Jess had dressed with care. She had removed
her make-up so as to look fresh and innocent - she had decided her
character was eighteen. She was wearing a long skirt and a
high-collared blouse. She had her plainest underwear on. Her long
hair was tied back in a bun.
    She was already feeling sexually excited -
she understood what Katy was on about.
    At six o'clock exactly, the doorbell
rang.
    She waited a beat and then answered it.
    Max was standing there. Not in his work suit,
but in clothes she didn't recognise. She wondered if he'd

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