She's, Naturally, Scared to Try It

{if Male = true}As you looked into her eyes through her huge glasses frames, you could see the gears of thought turning inside her brain.

“I guess…I guess we’re both kind-of subs, then? Hehe. It’s kind of cute, in a weird way. Don’t you think so? I’m sorry I’m not very dominant in bed though…you'd like it more if I was, right?”

{endif}At that point, the conversation had hit a lull and she was glancing outside. The sun was setting in the distance, giving off the last rays of dusk before the night truly fell. But, in her eyes, you saw something darker flicker.

“Darling…I don’t know how comfortable I’d be with that. With, err, doing things with someone else. I know it would please you…and I want to…want to be pleasing. But, you’re the person I love more than anyone. I don’t need anyone but you. Maybe bedtime hasn’t always been as satisfying as either of us wants…but I could keep going as we have been for the rest of our lives if I had to.”

You felt yourself deflate. You asked her if it meant she found the idea totally repulsive, waiting to hear her put it concretely into words. Surprisingly, that's not what she said though.

“I don’t know. There’s, like, a lot of hentai with that kinda theme. And, mph, some of it is pretty hot. It’s usually with, like, some ugly old man or older punk kinda boy going around to tempt an innocent girl into being, you know. Lewd."

"That’s just in hentai though! I don’t know if I could ever do something like that in real life or anything. There’s a lot of fantasies that are, like, really hot if it’s just cartoons. But, it’s t-too scary if it’s real.”

She sighed softly, clutching your hand with hers. Despite her hesitation, you oddly felt closer to her in that moment. Now that you’d fully come clean about the extent of your own submissive sexual fantasies, there was now one thing that you had in common. It was almost romantic.