My husband and I married when we were very young. I was 20, he was 21. I'm from a very conservative family, which meant no sex until marriage. I told him on our first date that I'd want to stay a virgin until we were married, and he was fine with it.
We've been married for five years now. He always treated me like a princess and respected me so much. He often asked if he could kiss me, which I found so cute and innocent.
But here was the thing: I had a high sex drive and wanted him to be a bit rougher, but didn't know how to tell him.
I wasn't unhappy about our sex life. Once a week is a lot compared to other married couples anyway. But sometimes I wished we would spice it up just a bit.
I never told him about my desires, my fantasies. I didn't want to change his view of me. I had been hoping he would suggest something new to try in bed, but maybe he was too shy about it. We almost never talked about sex anyway, but while he was at work I thought about him all the time. He's damn handsome, and fit. His upper body is really hairy, and I love it. His manly 6' frame makes me feel so petite and feminine. He does 40 pushups every morning before going to work, but sadly always keeps his shirt on while doing them. I've never been brave enough to ask him to take it off.
I had to take the first step.
I had to get his attention, make him think about me sexually more. I wanted him to think about me all throughout the day, especially on his way home from work.
So I went out to buy lingerie. I bought a cute dark-blue bra and panties. I won't lie - I looked pretty good in them. I had also put on make-up, something I hadn't done for him in a long time.
I heard him unlock the front door.
"Julie? Are you home?"
I heard him take off his coat and shoes, and walk towards the bedroom.
"Have you already gone to bed-"
