~ A Licentious Confession ~
Role Play by Sari Shepard
Purpose: This fantasy conversation is designed to turn up the heat through a sexual admission. Like so many things in life, the more you put into it, the more you'll get out. Be warned—it's not for the modest. Read it through a few times to get familiar with the script. Most important of all, you should put yourself into the characters—their age and personalities are whatever you make them. Make it your own and enjoy.
Setup: The excitement has feigned for Ben and Desiree. They were married at eighteen years old. Neither one ever cheated on the another, but they always wondered what it would be like to be with someone else. Their nagging curiosity has brought them to an accord—they would find each other a partner for a quick, non-romantic sexual interlude. Afterward, they would tell each other of their separate encounters. It took some time, but they finally managed to organize the whole thing. Their agreement made clear it would be nothing but a tawdry sexual romp. There would be no kissing or hugging. Desiree didn't break their contract, but she did find a heck of a loophole.
Participants: Ben and Desiree. They are who you make them.
Costumes and props: No props are needed. Desiree should be dressed sexy, but her hair and clothes should be a bit messy¬—perhaps a stain or a run (or both) in her stocking.
Safe words: It's up to you.
Scene: In the living room. Ben is sitting on the sofa channel-surfing as Desiree opens the door and comes in with her clothes disheveled and her hair pinned hastily in place. Ben clicks off the television and jumps to his feet to greet her at the door.
BEN: "Hey, you're um...home a bit later than I thought you'd be."
DESIREE: (Gives a shy smile). "I stuck to the plan...like we agreed." (Glances quickly around room). "Looks like the night ended on time for you."
BEN: (Slumps his shoulders and sighs). "It never got started."
DESIREE: "Sandra didn't show?" (Reaches for his hand). "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Were you here alone?"
BEN: (Nods his head). "She sent me a text...told me she was sorry." (Walks back to sofa and sits).
DESIREE: (Follows Ben and sits beside him). "Why didn't you call me? I would have called it off with Marcus."
BEN: (Frustrated tone). "I didn't want you to. It was too hard to set this all up." (Sits back and folds arms). "This wouldn't have happened if we did it the way I wanted."
DESIREE: "Come on, babe! You wanted us all to be in one place. It would have been...I dunno...confusing. And besides, Sandra still wouldn't have shown. You should have just called me. We could have rescheduled, babe. Marcus would have understood, and you know I would."
BEN: (Deep breath and sigh). "I know, Dez. I know you'd have called it off. But dammit, we talked about it for a year before we actually set it up." (Looks into her eyes). "You told me you needed to try someone else...that we both needed to...so we could know what it was like. It hurt at first, but once we started planning it, I saw your point. I wasn't gonna call you up crying because friggin' Sandra blew it off."
DESIREE: (Lowers head, looking at floor). "That's sweet of you."
BEN: "So, you uh, ready to tell me about it?"
DESIREE: (In a whiney tone). "I don't know...I don't feel right knowing Sandra didn't—"
