I hate vanilla.
Not the flavour. Vanilla flavouring is delicious, and adds oomph to almost any dessert.
Vanilla sex. Why?
Why have plain-old-boring sex when you could have exciting-spicy-sweaty-fantasy-flavourful-incredible sex? Of course those are not the only adjectives which would have done the job, but they are the ones that came to mind. Another description that comes instantly to mind when I think about the kind of sex I do want to have is tie-me-up-to-the-bedposts-gag-me-and-fuck-me-like-you-kidnapped-me-and-the-cops-are-almost-here-and-there-is-no-escape sex. A slightly long description maybe, and not the kind of thing that everyone is into, but it sure gets me going.
I'm a virgin, and being a virgin sucks sometimes. But it has given me a reason to develop a wonderful imagination.
Someday I am going to get married. And it will NOT happen like this:
We wake up to the alarm, my husband gets up, showers, and gets dressed for work. I head to the kitchen to set up breakfast, and ready his lunch. After we eat, I kiss him goodbye, and go back to bed. My day is filled with all kinds of things that are taken for granted, things he expects to be done and only notices when they are not. I maybe volunteer in the community, or have a job outside the home. When my hubby arrives home after work, supper is in the oven and almost done. We sit down to eat together, telling each other about our days, maybe even detailing the minute differences in the weather from where each of us spent the majority of the day. After supper I do dishes, sometimes with his help, sometimes not. Then it is time to watch some television. We might spend some more time talking, he might beg until I agree to give him a back and shoulder massage, or we might even bicker over something completely unimportant. After the news, we figure it is time to go to bed, because there is another work day tomorrow. I might nag him at this point, reminding him to do something the next day. If it is a Tuesday or Friday, since those are our agreed upon nights, we will "do the dirty" which really just means we have quick sex in the missionary position with the lights off and my nightie on, or if i am overly tired I might give him a handjob. It is not overly romantic, and not overly satisfying. Although it could still be really fun occasionally... it is most likely still in the missionary position, nothing new or different. We both roll over, on our own sides of the bed, and fall asleep.
I don't want vanilla. I want something a little more like this:
We wake up to the alarm. My husband gets up to shower, and I head to the kitchen to set it up for breakfast and make a quick lunch for him to take to work. Before he has time to get out of the shower, I slip in there with him. We soap each other up, taking extra time in all the special places. We make sure to release all the morning stress and tension, with a quick shower sex session. Throughout this wet and wonderful experience he is whispering in my ear a fantasy which makes the real thing even hotter. He tells me how he is envisioning the scene, and I respond with my body. He finds a young mermaid sunning herself on a rock, and when he startles her she dives into the water with a splash. He dives in too, to catch the mermaid (who is obviously me). After a few minutes of chasing her through the water he gives up. Then, all of a sudden, she appears in front of him, grabs him, and pulls him to the surface by her sun rock. He clambers up on it, and she swims as close as she can between his legs and he shuffles forward to sit on the edge of the rock. A fantastic blow job commences, with me playing the part of the mermaid wonderfully. In the end of the story, my tail miraculously disappears as if I am Ariel, and he takes me from behind. His average sized cock parts my pussy with more than average skill, and we are able to climax together (for him it is the second time). When my husband leaves for work I am full of his seed, the thought of both my stomach and pussy holding his load is too much, and I masturbate bringing the total orgasms in the house that morning to four. I have my own life while my husband is at work (I have no desire for a career, but plan to be strongly involved with volunteer work and possibly have a part time job) so I keep busy. I arrive home less than half an hour before him, so I start supper and get dressed for the occasion (or should I say undressed?). Wearing nothing but an apron I answer the door when I hear his car pull in. He smiles, knowing what game I want to play. We play master and maid well into the evening, he orders me around watching my nearly naked self from every angle and through every deed he has me perform. Some of these things would be normal in another circumstance, but because of our game they have become naughty and fun. He is getting me to dust all the furniture, including his cock and balls, and it is then that we smell the food burning. We eat it anyways, although I spend most of the meal time under the table sucking on and playing with him just the way I know he likes it. After we eat, I am spanked for burning supper, even though we both know it is more his fault than mine. When the news comes on, this game ends. It is important to him to not lose ourselves completely in fantasy land. He is the only thing keeping me afloat. Roles switch after the T.V. is turned off, I can tell he wants to be used and abused. I leave the room and return with a collar and leash, placing it around his neck and marking him as my puppy. For the next few hours he is made to pleasure me in any way I desire. Orally, he is amazing, so I force him into position to use his mouth on me. I would play with him for a while: use him as a footstool; take him outside in the backyard when he has to piss; get him to fetch me things; and spank or otherwise punish him when he misbehaves or does not respond quick enough. Once we are both tired out we hit the hay. Our bed is big enough to each sprawl out, but we only use a third of it, spooning closely. In the middle of the night the moonbeams wake me. He is the most adorable thing, lying there next to me. I feel the stirrings of desire, yet again.
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