Sachi and I have now been together for eight years, but the relationship remains exciting. There are surely other factors, but a big part of what keeps things interesting is our tendency to play role-playing games. They usually end predictably enough, with lots of fucking, but they start out with Sachi being the doctor, nurse, teacher, student, masseuse or sex therapist. She prefers more professional roles, but occasionally she'll be a porn star or a prostitute. These roles are a bit crass for her tastes, though. It usually needs to be a somewhat reserved kind of role, where eventually things get too hot and heavy and the teacher or doctor has to fuck her client.
Sachi worries that we play the same roles too often, and sometimes she has to try harder to come up with a variation on the theme. Last night was one of those occasions, when she invented a new role, this time a sort of variation on the sex therapist. But whereas the sex therapist role and other roles are designed to allow for eventual release of the sexual tension, this role had a special twist to it.
"Who are you tonight?" I asked her the familiar question that I always ask her when she comes to bed.
"I'm your Health Girl," she replied. Usually she hesitates with this question, having to try to come up with something that she feels like being that night, but this time she had clearly already decided on her role earlier in the evening.
"What's that?" I asked.
"You rent me by the hour," she explains. "I can do different things for you -- massage, kissing, fellatio. You can tell me to take my clothes off if you want. But you can't do anything sexual to me."
I'm kind of thinking she may need a little break from sex after the night before, and she's come up with this role in order to have a break. The problem is, I know how turned on she is by the role-playing itself, and I wonder how long she'll be able to maintain this facade.
I have a kink in my neck. I ask her to massage it, which she does. She is in her role now, and maintaining a professional calm that makes it immediately clear that this is no longer Sachi I'm lying there with, it's Health Girl.
"Can I kiss you?" I ask. She kisses me dutifully, as if she's trying to figure out what kind of kissing I like, scientifically.
"Will you eat me?" She goes directly to my penis, starts slowly, gingerly, and then more deeply, eating me with love and skill. I don't know if Sachi is thinking I'll accept the parameters of her Health Girl role without pushing the envelope, just come in her mouth and let her sleep, but as pleasant as that would be, I can't let her off the hook so easily.
"Will you take your clothes off?" Normally Sachi would complain about the room not being warm enough, but Health Girl doesn't do that. She removes each article of clothing efficiently and professionally, and then gets back to eating me.
