Generally, my boyfriend is very gentle in bed. I really like it this way; I feel so close to him when we have sex, so connected. Even so, I recently asked him if he could try, now and then, to be a bit more assertive. Nothing extreme– just taking control a little more. He seemed fairly receptive, if a little sheepish, when I talked to him about it. But I didn’t notice any difference for a while, so I had assumed he wasn’t comfortable with it. Which, you know– no problem. I had even sort of forgotten about the conversation. But a couple nights ago, he really turned it on out of nowhere. The difference in tone– the energy in the room– was so pointed; it was completely unexpected, and electrifying. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, and I thought maybe sharing it here would help settle me down.
I went over to his apartment about 8:00pm, and we watched TV for a while, snuggling on the couch. For whatever reason, I was feeling particularly amorous, and we were getting pretty handsy. At some point I looked at him with a knowing smile. “Wanna?” I asked. He nodded, and I quickly got off the couch and scampered to his bedroom. He followed and closed the door behind him. I put my arms around him and turned my face up to start kissing him, but he stopped me, unwrapping my arms.