myredbike:

You’re too shy to tell me how you like it? Embarrassed? Can’t think of the right words to say? It seems to me that you can’t even admit to yourself what turns you on, let alone to me. What if it’s something dirty? What if I shouldn’t like something? What if I’m a freak? Those are useless questions.

I ask you. How do you like it? How do you want it? What intrigues you? What gives you an unexpected tingle? Nothing. You can’t even look me in the eye when I ask you directly.

I want to give you what you really want, not just what is acceptable. But there’s only so many times I’ll ask. Sooner or later the patience runs out. If you don’t give me anything, then I’ll just have to take what I want and what I need. And how I like it. Hopefully it’s how you like it, too. You had your chance…