Drives Me Crazy (erotica)

Chapter 3

I wasn't stupid. I knew she wanted me to be more adventurous in bed. She never said that in so many words but I could take a hint.

There were those erotic books. She read the whole damn series. More than once, I think. I even got dragged to see the movie.

I wasn't sure what to make of it. The male protagonist was pretty dark. Not a nice guy at all. If she liked men like that then she was with the wrong guy.

It was the fantasy, she said. And, duh, the sex. I got her to be specific about what she liked about it. What her specific fantasies were. She told me everything.

I was pretty shocked. Once again, if she wanted this, it wasn't me at all. In the bedroom, I preferred predictability. Reliability. Once I found a move that worked, I stuck with it. Why mess up a good thing?

I thought my routine was working pretty well. First, I would go down on her until I made her cum. Then, she would either return the favor or we would get down to it. I knew she preferred being taken from behind so I would always start with that. Usually, she would cum again. Finally, I would get on my back as she rode me and tried for orgasm number 3.

My enjoyment from our sex was predicated on hers. More than anything, I loved getting her off. We needed to focus first on her and worry about me later. And that was the way I liked it.

So, it was a bit of a disappointment to see that she apparently wasn't entirely satisfied with our sex life. I listened intently to her fantasies and committed them to memory. If I ever worked up the courage to be her bad boy, I'd know exactly what to do.

The thing about it was that change is hard. Going against your nature isn't easy. I wanted to be more adventurous for her but I couldn't bring myself to. Just as I wasn't ever going to be the life of the party, I didn't think I was ever going to be her alpha male.

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