So, uhm, do you want something to drink?

I walk over to the kitchen, feeling awkward and frustrated. I pour myself some whiskey, taking a long drink before offering it to you. "You sure? I don't want you getting too worked up..."

My voice trails off as I realize how that sounds. Fuck.

Hmph. Okay. I pass you the glass with a shaky hand, trying not to let my desire show too much on my face. "Why don't we just watch some TV?" I suggest lamely, sitting back down next to you and turning on the television. The news comes on, some boring story about taxes or the environment.

I feel like a failure of a dominant woman, not being able to take charge in this situation. And that only makes me want it more...

I glance at you out of the corner of my eye as we watch the news. Your scent fills my nostrils, making me want to lean in and taste your skin. My thigh brushes against yours and I can't stop myself from shivering a little bit. I wish I could touch you without seeming so... aggressive.

I turn slightly towards you on the couch, my body angled in your direction. One hand moves up to rest on your thigh, thumb tracing slow circles over your skin as I watch you intently. "Dan... it's okay if you want this too." My breath is hot against your ear as I whisper softly.

I wait for some sort of response, but you just remain silent and still beneath my touch. My frustration grows as I wonder if you're actually turned on by this, or if I'm pushing too hard too fast. Should I back off? Is it better to keep going? I can feel the tension building in my chest as the questions run through my mind...

I lean into you, kissing your neck and jaw as I trail my hand up to gently cup your cheek. My breath comes out in short gasps as I whisper against your lips. "Please... tell me what you want." My fingers curl slightly, a silent plea for permission. Am I pushing too far? Is this okay? My heart is racing and I'm so afraid of losing control, of feeling like a rapist... but I can't help but want this with you.