I don't mean that it isn't pleasurable, but it is predictable," she said.I don't mean that it isn't pleasurable, but it is predictable," she said. I couldn't help but laugh. To lighten up the conversation, I continued as if I were a clinical sex therapist: "Kiss her mouth... there, that's it! Ummmmmm... nice lips. Now it is time to nibble on her neck and fondle the right breast. Keep checking those nipples and see if she is getting hot! Now for a quick feel between her legs... nope, not wet yet!" By now both of us were laughing at ourselves. "Seriously, Heather, can you see it, or is it just me?" "No, it isn't just you. I have had the same thoughts," she agreed. "Well," I continued, "I want to do something about it. I want to refocus our lives on us." I looked up to see her following my every word and did not have to ask her if she agreed. "The problem is simple to define. I have abdicated my position to circumstances. I have not been strong for you. I intend to change that, Heather. I want you to agree to one thing only, ok?" I asked. "Sure, Michael. What is it?" Heather looked into my eyes. "I want you to become totally submissive to me. I want you to follow my lead. I know this sounds weird and by today's standards even abnormal, but I can promise you that you will not regret it for one moment." "I don't understand this at all. What do I do?" "Not a thing, on. Just follow my lead." When I was through, Heather's eyes were sparkling with moisture and a radiance that signaled that I had touched her innermost being wrote itself all over her face. It was a dream come true for her too. I was not alone in my feelings, Heather was right there in the midst of them. Yes, I am sure now that there is much undiscovered love planted deeply inside both of us. I am going to bring it out in the open. Heather and I will find a newness and joy unrivaled even by the delight of our earlier discovery of each other. I took time today to send flowers to Heather. A simple note was attached to them, reading: Dearest Heather: Please be ready to go out to dinner tonight at 6 pm. Love, Michael I wonder if she has them yet? Heather looked beautiful when I arrived home that night. She greeted me at the door and I dropped my briefcase in the hall. |