"Maybe we could go back to being more than friends," she said.

"The only way that would work," I said, "would be if we did it as a dom-sub kinda relationship."

She tried to look appalled, but I saw the smile flicker across her lips.  I took a pull from my cigarette, then, as I turned my head to the side to blow the smoke out the window, she said, "I suppose you want me to be the sub?"

I ignored the ridiculous question.  "I'm just saying that's the only way things could be stable," I said, "long term."

She turned her face away from me, seemed to be talking to the radiator by the wall.  "Well, what kind of things would be off-limits?"

"This isn't a... negotiation," I said, "some debate about boundries.  Any boundries you agree to are... they're you being in control, to some extent.  You will have no control.  That's what being a sub is."

She started shaking her head.  "Without some idea of what's going to...," she said, "I don't think I want to—"

I cut her off: "You want to.  You're just trying to find some way to rationalize it.  To make you feel less... embarrassed, about wanting to be a sub."  I flicked the butt of my cigarette out the window, onto the city street below.  "The fact that we're even discussing this is proof that you want it.  You just don't know how to say 'yes'," I said, while undoing my pants.

"So don't say anything," I said, pulling my penis out, "just come over here and suck on my cock.  And that will mean, 'Yes'."

Her head had sagged down to face the floor as I was talking.  WIthout looking up, she rolled foward off the couch and half-crawled over to kneel in front of me.  She paused for a moment, looking at my now-hard penis just inches from her face, bobbing gently with the beat of my heart, then opened her mouth and enveloped my cock in the moist warmth of her head.

There are only a few moments in my life when I would describe myself as having been well and truly happy.  That was one of them.  The future held... so much... potential.