A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master - Sex Stories

A Different Kind Of Dungeon Master

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Rachel watched me watch, snorted grimly, and shook her head.

“Fuck it,” she said. “I asked Cameron to try something in bed that he… wasn’t up for.”

“Oh,” I said, nodding in what I hoped was a reassuringly adult manner. “Like, a different position, or-”

“I asked him to pretend,” Rachel winced at herself and kept her eyes screwed shut as she spoke, “that he’d kidnapped me, and, like, was going to do whatever he wanted with me, until he found a way to make me like it.”

“Oh! Oh, wow. Okay.” I strained for another dose of reassuring maturity. “I mean… cool. So, you said that, and then he…?”

“He said something like, ‘You know I’m not that kind of guy,’ and I said, ‘Duh, of course I know, that’s literally the only reason I’d trust you to act like one!’” Rachel rolled her eyes. “And it seemed like he almost understood that, for a minute, because he actually kinda tried for me. But it was just…”

“...Bad?”

“It wasso bad,” Rachel confirmed. “He was all self-conscious and uncomfortable, and he kept asking what I wanted him to do. And when I said I wanted him to tellme what to do, he kind of threw up his hands and said, ‘Can’t we just do the usual?’ And then I told him… maybe I shouldn’t have told him. It made him really mad.”

She put a hand over the bright pink splotch of shame blooming on the cheek closest to me.

“I told him I’d been faking with him all this time,” she said softly. “It’s not his fault. He tried so hard, and he had no way of knowing ...

... that I wasn’t turned on enough for any of it to work, because I never told him before. But Icouldn’t just let him know he was getting nowhere when he touched me, without letting him know why! And I couldn’t tell someonethis shit about me, when we were just starting out together. And once I started lying….”

She folded her arms on top of her knees and buried her face in them.

“Maybe I should have just kept faking my way through the sex,” she said. “He was so good to me, in so many other ways. I could have just gritted through—”

“You deserve better than having to ‘grit through’ your whole sex life,” I said.

Rachel shrugged and let out a snort of air. “What if it’s not about deserving? What if the kind of, you know,sex god I’ve got my heart set on, what if it’s not actually possible for him to overlap with the kind of man I can trust and respect? The kind who doesn’t expect to be treated like god of everything all the time.”

She sat back on the couch and wiped her face.

“I just want sex to be…” she turned her d20 thoughtfully in her hand, “to be likethis, actually. Like playing one of your games. I want to give myself over to a magical world, where I don’t know exactly what’s going to happen, but I do know that I’m going on an adventure run by someone who wants me to have fun. Someone who gets that itwon’t be fun if he makes it too easy for me. I want someone who makes me argue. Like, I’ll say, ‘I should be able to do the thing because xyz,’ and he’ll hear me out ...