Masturbation Monday: “Vanilla”

I don’t often write about vanilla sex. Let’s see how this goes…

A women wearing black knickers straddling a nude man, for a Masturbation Monday post about vanilla sexSometimes I don’t need pain. Sometimes I don’t need a hand on my throat, threats whispered in my ear, or to be called the kinds of horrible names that make me drip. I love all those things, of course. But sometimes, I don’t need an imbalance of power between us.

Sometimes all I want is your lips on mine. In these moments, all it takes to make me gasp and tremble is the softest stroke of a hand across the small of my back. All it takes to send me soaring is the grounding, anchoring reality of the feel of your skin, the smell of your body spray, the desire blossoming out from the point where our tongues meet and entwine.

I grind my cunt against your thigh, a gesture that says, I am yours. My hands circle your hips and pull you closer, a gesture that says, you are mine. When you push your cock inside of me, it’s because we have reached the silent understanding that we can no longer bear to have a breath of space between us. My body takes you in, warm, inviting, holding you tightly at the point where we meet. You swallow my gasp, which escapes unbidden as you touch that place deep inside me that needs you so much. I am undone. Lost. When I pull back from your lips long enough to look into your face, your eyes wear that expression, the one where you communicate your love without saying a word.

I kiss you as though I will drown. I kiss you as though we are the only two people in the world. Because for right now, we are. Here and now, you are everything. You fuck me as though making me come is the only thing that matters.

Sometimes, afterwards, I cry. Not because I am unhappy; no. But because this intimacy cracks me open, exposing every vulnerability and every place that is scared and small and hurts. Making love to you pulls me apart and puts me back together, a little more whole than before.

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10 thoughts on “Masturbation Monday: “Vanilla”

  1. This resonated with me – one of the reasons I like pain and kinky sex is that the intimacy of vanilla sex can be scary. So I wanna fuck – rather than make love because of that. And I think I should write about that topic very soon 😉

  2. Beautiful. I only recently discovered how good vanilla sex can be, with the right person. You’ve described it so brilliantly and so movingly.

  3. Having not thoroughly given up citizenship to my previous ‘vanilla’ jurisdiction, I definitely can relate to the profound power of traditional sex. Whatever kind of sexuality one practices, it’s the intimate connection and chemistry with one’s partner(s) that is really the highlight of the interaction. Very well written.

  4. You’ve captured and expressed this so well. It is a love song – really impressed with the emotions captured and the crafting of words. I’m a fangirl now!

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