Roleplay

One can feel a great many sensations in the bedroom, however...

At times, one may feel the urge to spice things up.

Why should you hold your fantasies back?

What is the point of being a good boy?

I will lend a listening ear and would very much enjoy participating in different scenarios.

I do have many uniforms, as well as toys, however, when travelling outside of Europe, I wouldn't be able to bring them with me (avoiding such items in my luggage) but feel free to bring a uniform, a toy, or two, that will suit your fantasy. *If you would like to 'Pull the strap,' I have considerable experience using strap-ons.

And what's more, I believe that the biggest asset is the mind. What the mind can come up to, no attire can outshine. Well, it definitely helps, it can be a fine supplement, but it is all in our imagination at the end. As Kurt Vonnegut famously said, 'So it goes...' I will share a short story from a real-life experience that might inspire ideas for future roleplays. ‘Crew, take your seats now!’ the captain ordered.

Out of nowhere, a girl sat on my lap - a flight attendant. In her mid-twenties, she looked like a ballerina who had just stepped down from the stage.

In a very apologetic manner, she explained, ‘Sorry, not enough time to reach my seat at the back. This is what we are instructed to do when it gets too violent.’

‘Safety first,’ I answered.

I had never seen this happen before despite having flown hundreds** of times.

I was reading a book when suddenly we plunged into an air pocket. I had experienced similar motions before, but not as violent or as prolonged as this. It was the beginning of summer in 2021, and during those hot summer days, there were a lot of air pockets.

The book was wedged awkwardly between us, so I gave it to her to put in the seat pocket.

‘You need to hug me as I do not have a seatbelt,’ she whispered so the other passengers wouldn’t hear.

So, I did. She excused herself many times, but I assured her that it was fine and actually quite fun. The men on board seemed to agree.

‘If I had known this service was available, I would have made space for you on my lap,’ one of them said. Everybody laughed.

The plunge felt rougher than usual, as we were on a Dash 8. The plane was shuddering as if hit by a hammer, the creaking aluminum frame being pushed quite hard. The men on board, while amused by the sight of the stewardess perched on my lap, were clenching their fists so tight that their knuckles turned white as they grasped the seats in front of them. This went on for twenty minutes. I enjoyed it. I talked with the attendant even after the turbulence stopped, she was in a hurry to get up, but I assured her that I didn't mind her sitting for a while longer. Half an hour later the plane touched down, smoothly. The captain knew how to butter that landing.

Perfect timing, I thought. 

I had a sudden epiphany - was this flight an indication of what was coming later that day?

I was flying to Vienna to attend a rather naughty party...  But that story is for another time...  Or maybe we should create our own? I can't wait to hear what you will come up with! And remember... For your safety and comfort, please remain seated while your precious parts get the proper attention and the fireworks in your nether regions have stopped.   Please check around for any toys you may have brought on board with you and please use caution when zipping up your fly, as heavy articles may have shifted around during the flight.   On behalf of Amelia Bloom, and her toys, I’d like to thank you for joining us on this trip and we are looking forward to playing with you on board again in the near future. Have a nice stay!

Photo from my home office. I wish I could teleport it with me, just so I can bend over the desk.

** I now have over 1,200 flights of experience (not a metaphor).