Falling down the rabbit hole

I have the most delicious roleplay. It makes me sort of trembly to think about it. We played yesterday... we played a scene that touched both of our cores, and to make it even better, he mixed real life and fantasy... used real life transgressions to enhance a wonderfully swoony schoolgirl scene.

If there is one thing that thrills me above all else... one thing that sends shivery tingles skipping down my spine... it is a well done roleplay. I love immersing myself in a good fantasy ... that feeling of slipping away... that free fall feeling down the rabbit hole when a scene is so rich with detail, so slowly and lovingly developed... so carefully crafted by one who knows just how to manipulate your senses, your psyche... your headspace... that you lose yourself in it, because he knows you so well.

The mental tweaking... the subtle crafting of a psychological and physical experience that envelopes you in such a way that you become part of it, suddenly swept along, as it changes you... leaving its mark...

This particular role play owes itself to a certain friend of mine... a journey pal... a fellow kinkster who, this past Christmas, gave me a gift that managed to touch the very essence of my spanko core, leaving me breathless and gasping for air.

Part of the gift was an album... a student's school album, complete with a history of the school (using information from Professor's Fairchild site), memories gleaned from my writings as well as other school oriented tokens. There were various implements included in the package... crops, canes, straps, etc. And then there was the letter... a wonderful letter from one former Fairchild alum to another.

And so, Professor and I used this holiday gift as our spanking muse... a kinkofied spring board... and did a roleplay, a swoony Fairchild roleplay just for this dear friend... and we made an audio recording.

I originally wanted to do a brief intro... something like what I just wrote before launching into a written preface to "set the scene" so to speak for our audio blog.

But, I think I will leave this post as is...the "reality" part.

A person's initial meeting with a white rabbit should stand on its own, don't you think?

So tomorrow then, Poiesia ;)