Erotic Notion #10: The Reluctant Lover (for Male Readers)
By Hapax Legomenon

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(If you are a female reader, you should read this story before reading this one).

One night, when they were in bed, she confessed her most secret sexual fantasy.

At first, he just laughed, but as she spent a good 10-15 minutes describing the fantasy in detail, he realized it was clearly something that she had been contemplating for a long time. He was dumbfounded..even appalled. She had always seemed so sweet and innocent. Yet her fantasy seemed weirder and kinkier than anything he had ever imagined.

"You may think I'm joking," she said. "But I'm not...."

"Yes, I realize that," he said.

"I just thought it would be good to spice things up in the bedroom department."

"Wait – do you think there is a problem with our sex lives?"

She paused three seconds and chuckled. "I had wondered if you would react that way," she said.

She wanted – She wanted him to –

"How did you become interested in that?" he asked.

"I read it in a book. And then I googled it on the Internet. I was too embarrassed to do it in real life. But since we are comfortable in our relationship, maybe now it's time to try it for real. "

He wanted to know more, but she brushed off his questions with vague words and a kiss. Then she talked about trying it for real on Saturday (three days from now).

He couldn't believe her idea. Was she kidding? He knew that certain people had these kinds of fantasies, but he never expected his girlfriend to be one of them. Variety in the bedroom was great, but acting out this kind of fantasy was crossing a line. Was he ready for that?

"If you have a problem with it, I understand," she said. "But trying new and naughty things can be good for our sex lives."

"Maybe it's one of those fantasies that is better to contemplate than to actually experience," he said.

"Oh, don't be such a baby!" she said. She enjoyed calling attention to the fact that before they dated, she had more sexual experience than he did.

"I'm not a baby. I'm totally open-minded. That doesn't mean I have to agree to everything you suggest.""

"Oh my god! What are you worried about? It will be fantastic, " she said laughing. "You're complaining now, but we both know that it will give you an automatic hard on. You will be ready to come in no time. "

"You assume many things," he said.

"That is true, but I also know what turn you on," she said.

He paused. Would it really be so bad?

"If it means so much to you," he said, "I guess I won't object to it."

She laughed excitedly. "That has totally made my day."

"I'm sure the next time I propose some new erotic fantasy, you'll be fine with it too."

"Maybe," she said.

He grabbed her arm playfully and said, "What do you mean, maybe?"

She giggled, removed his arm and teased him with another kiss. "You're adorable," she said and went into the living room.

For the rest of the night, they talked about the fantasy some more. He was just being nice, but he noticed how much she liked talking about it; just talking about it turned her on.

But he wasn't enthusiastic. This was her fantasy … not his … or theirs. It was making him uncomfortable. But after getting over the initial shock, was he so opposed to it? Not really. If it meant so much to her, why not indulge her? He was aware that she was using her charms to manipulate him. In a way, he hated it, but still found it arousing. Making her happy was something that came easily and naturally for him. He liked seeing her enjoyment. He craved her orgasms. His lust for Kristi went deep; watching her act on sexual impulses was a major turn on ... no matter how kinky. (That was why anger from their quarrels always dissipated, and why she usually persuaded him to attend social functions which bored him). Sometimes he wondered if what she called "love" was simply her appreciation for his efforts to please her. Was she taking him for granted?

He guessed that trying it once would be enough for her to get it out of her system.

He had no idea where this strange fantasy came from. Was it something from childhood? He knew that deep down, this desire of hers had nothing to do with him. On the outside, she seemed polite and caring, but in private she had a nasty and mean side. It was his curse (or privilege perhaps) to appease her deepest psychological needs.

The thought of it crossed his mind again … and even disgusted him. At least, he wouldn't need to think about it until Saturday.

But Saturday came. In the morning, when he was eating breakfast, she walked by and whispered into his ear, "Are you ready for tonight?"

"Sure," he replied, trying to hide his nervousness.

"Everything is arranged. This is going to be great," she said.

"And what if it isn't?"

"Oh … attitude. I like it. Getting a little worried?" she said, stroking his ear playfully.

"Maybe," he said. "But I have only one question."

"Tell me."


(For more information about the last line of this story, read this page ).

Written June 2009

Making her happy was something that came easily and naturally for him. He liked seeing her enjoyment. He craved her orgasms.
John Collier, Lilith
John Collier (1850-1934) Lilith, 1892
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