english version after the jump
Ok. Listen. 4 years ago I went with B. to Maastricht. Romantic weekend for two. Weeks before I had already begun to prepare. I wanted to do something special. An impression. B. had ever said that he would like to do role playing. So I had borrowed a suit from my friend L. A nurse outfit, or rather a chambermaid.
Arriving at the hotel I hid my pack, whip, scented candle / massage oil when it melts, blindfold, handcuffs. After a romantic night out, we returned to the hotel room, I hit a Jägermeister. Ok, now is the time.
“Honey, I’ll be right back.” I grab my stuff and run down the corridor. After all maids come knocking. I stood naked in the hallway. Quickly my clothes, whip in hand.
Knock knock …
B. “Who’s there?”
B.: “Yeah, bye, I do not need any.”
Me: “Yes, you asked for it.”
B.: “No way.”
Meanwhile I hear people in the hallway “Shit, quick open” Knock Knock Knock “housekeeping, NOW!” I sweat carrots, nobody can see me like this. B. finally does open the door and he starts to laugh hard. “Hahaha, what are you doing?”
From this moment it all went into the mist. B. did not understand it. The supposedly erotic candle smelled like toilet along the German autobahn. B. found it so terrible that he could not get in the mood. The whole evening and the following months either. And the months thereafter neither. Never a ‘role’ for me anymore.