I have never been one to refuse a lover's request, but I just didn't understand. This happened quite a few years ago, my junior year at college, and my girlfriend at the time confessed her desire to me. We had made love, and we lay together, with her head on my chest, my arm protectively around her, cooling down and trying to catch our breath.
"Do you have any fantasies?" I asked, running my fingers through her hair.
"What do you mean?"
"You know I love you, and I wanted to know if there is anything you wanted to try?"
"Like what?"
"It's up to you..."
We continued to lie there, breathing deeply, naked and entwined, and I thought the conversation was over, and I started drifting off, when she broke the silence.
"I have often dreamed of being tied up. I would like to try it, and I trust you, do you think it's weird?"
I hadn't thought of it. It never had crossed my mind, but the thought of being tied up, for myself, gave me pause. I don't know if personally I would feel comfortable with it, or enjoy it. But if she wanted it, I guess I could. It made me a little uncomfortable, but if it gave her pleasure, I guess I could try.
"No, it's not weird; we'll talk about it later. Go to sleep" and I lightly pecked her on the cheek. ... It was a few weeks later when she was coming to visit me from her college. I had decided to act on her fantasy, and throughout the week between classes, had made preparations for the evening. I greeted her at the parking lot, and carried her overnight bag to my dorm room. As the door closed, she attacked me, kissing me passionately, and I dropped the bag as I embraced her.
"Do you want to have some fun?"
"YES!!!!"
"Do you trust me?"
A slight pause,
"Yes"
I quickly undressed her, and as she reached to unbutton my shirt I stopped her.