She looked at me through those mystifying eyes as her brown orbs cast them self on my skin. I could she where her attention remained although I had been quite adament that we would not be sharing any steamy sessions until she submitted what I wanted.
You see, I should explain when you’re with a woman of Bette’s calibre you’re either a pushover or you stand up for yourself. Lets just say I learnt that factor a little late in the game. But never the less I learnt it all the same.

My girlfriend of 8 years could test my patience to say the least. But as I loved her deeply my patience grew and enabled me to tolerate those pet peeves.
A month ago I gave her an ultimate… No not what you’re thinking. I simply told Bette that I would withhold sex until I somehow felt like it wasn’t just sex. More a romantic notion. Yes you can say I’m quite delusional to the fact we have been together for 8 years so sex should just be that; sex. But I craved what we had in the those first few years steamy, mind blowing and body numbing sex. Even thinking about it gave me a rush I hadn’t felt in sometime. Not because my love had evaporated somehow it just gradually became complacent too familiar. Sometimes you want the person who says they love you and stick by you to show you how they truly feel. At the touch of her hand and the minute whispers only meant for me I could feel myself becoming flush with the thought things could feel that good once more.

Sex was more of a necessity rather than a willingness. It became a habit one which had become lack lustered and even felt repetitive. 

Bette hadn’t seen my point of view on the subject denying all knowledge of out love life feeling mundane. But I held my ground as wrong as some of you may feel it is. I just wanted her to appreciate it… How she used too.

"Bette, I won’t submit just because your eyes have fell well below par." My voice wasn’t stern but I remained serious I could see she was questioning my authoritive nature once more. But I didn’t rise to the bait nor did I crumble showing the first sign of weakness. I proceeded to lure her in the way I knew she would be unsure to forget.