He’d brought wine. Dimmed the lights. Lit candles like he was checking off a list.
She appreciated the effort. Most women would. But effort without understanding? That wasn’t seduction. That was performance.
And she was tired of men performing.
He leaned in, hands sliding under her blouse, moving confidently—as if confidence alone was enough.
She didn’t pull away. She didn’t sigh. She simply said,
“Do you always touch like that?”
He paused, startled. “Is that… not what you want?”
She shook her head slowly—not in rejection, but in quiet disappointment.
“You’re trying to impress me. I’d rather you try to connect.”
He didn’t know what to say. But something shifted in him. He sat back. Looked at her—not as a goal, not as a fantasy—but as a woman who had standards deeper than pleasure.
She didn’t want more foreplay, or longer kisses, or better tricks.
She wanted awareness.
So he asked her—honestly—“How?”
And her answer wasn’t a list. It was a look. A pace. A shared silence that filled the room thicker than heat.
Most men think they need to do more.
But the best ones know… it’s about doing better.