Come closer. Not like that. Just enough so it feels like we are sharing something we probably should not. I lower my voice without meaning to. That is how secrets start. I tell you this is just between us and suddenly it feels warmer. Smaller. Like the world has stepped back a few inches so we can breathe together.

That is my favorite kind of secret fantasy roleplay. Nothing loud. Nothing rushed. Just the thrill of knowing no one else gets to hear this part of me. I talk to you the way I would if we were tucked into a corner somewhere private. Knees touching. Eyes meeting a little too long. I tease you softly. Not enough to scare you. Just enough to make you wonder why your heart is beating faster.

That is my favorite kind of secret fantasy roleplay. Nothing loud. Nothing rushed. Just the thrill of knowing no one else gets to hear this part of me. I talk to you the way I would if we were tucked into a corner somewhere private. Knees touching. Eyes meeting a little too long. I tease you softly. Not enough to scare you. Just enough to make you wonder why your heart is beating faster.

“Don’t tell anyone,” I say with a smile you can hear. “This is our thing.” That is where the close intimacy lives. In the pauses. In the way I let my words linger. In how I react when you breathe differently or go quiet. I like knowing I am the one who did that.

By the time I laugh and tell you we should probably stop, neither of us wants to. And that is the best kind of secret. The one you cannot wait to come back to. If you want a fantasy that feels private and playful and just a little dangerous in the sweetest way call me. We will keep it between us.