Okay, I'll tell this one, because I couldn't say it to my friends, but here it's anonymous.

I'd stayed quiet in bed my whole life. Not because I didn't want more — just because... I don't know, I can't say stuff like that out loud.

Then there's this new guy. We're already undressed, things are heading where they're heading, and he suddenly stops. Literally half an inch away. And says, "Tell me what you want."

I laughed, said "you already know." And he goes, "I know. But I want to hear it." And just lies there. Doesn't move. Kisses my neck and waits. A minute, two. I start thinking he's messing with me, but he's holding my hips and just watching.

I whispered the first word. He says, "Can't hear you." The second one came out a little louder. And by the third, I swear, I didn't recognize my own voice.

And he did exactly what I said. Not more, not less. I say "kiss me here" — he kisses. I say "lower" — lower. I say "don't stop" — and he doesn't, not until I'm pulling his hair and shaking all over. And the second he wanted to try something else, he'd stop again and ask, "Now?" And I had to say it. And I couldn't hold back anymore, telling him exactly how it felt, what to do next, what I was going to do to him after — and every word just drove him crazier. I came with a scream loud enough the neighbors probably found out what I wanted too.