It never occurred to me that I was what you’d call submissive.

I didn’t know there was a specific name for the way my fantasies ran. I’d always found myself with bossy girlfriends, women who knew what they wanted and were never afraid to tell me. I was fine following their lead, trailing them where they wanted to go. But for some reason, these dominant desires never continued into the bedroom. There, I’d be the one in charge, or we’d be equals. Somehow their attitudes got stripped away along with their clothes. That’s just how things always went — until Melanie.

With her, things were the opposite. She was docile when we went out. Whatever I wanted to do was fine with her. Bowling? Sure. To the movies? Fine. It wasn’t that she didn’t have an opinion, but that... Read More