Vanilla Extraction

Hi. I’m the new guy. Go easy on me. For now.

Showing your special someone that you appreciate them takes many forms. For some, it’s a material expression, for others it could be inspired words spoken in tender moments with hushed tones. Yesterday, Bella asked me to orally retrieve a creampie and then kiss her because she wanted to taste me. Which was a first. For me, anyway.

Doing things out of your comfort zone should be a national pastime.

I’m fairly certain that if you’re reading this it’s because the storyline just took an interesting turn and after the years of her entries delighting your, your….is that…a bowl of popcorn? Did you just go into popcorn mode?

Fine. I’ll tell you some stuff.

We matched on….(deep sigh cause I’m pushing fucking 50 here)…Tinder. Her profile listed her job as “Keeping you on your toes”. She had a very clear and concise bio:

“In the process of updating, definitely not vanilla and FYI, I am not submissive nor am I poly. If you are seeking someone who is fun, artistic, laid back and down to earth but who also has a sensual primal side, perhaps we would be a good match. If you have questions please feel free to ask. I can assure you I am quite sane, and seeking my happily ever after with my partner who is in search of a FLR. Single, local nonsmokers only please.”

Was she designed on a computerfor me? This sounds too good to be true! I’m a bit of a kook, certainly not vanilla, right? Right?

I found out within 24 hours I was most assuredly vanilla. Which, apparently, is working in my favor. But more about that at a later date.

In the early stages of our correspondence Bella instructed me to read the blogs and ask any questions. Like she was inside a large booth surrounded by pamphlets and maps and tasked with giving information to perpetually lost tourists. Cute, potentially dangerous AND patient? Sign me up!

Fast forward through a few months of non concurrent conversations held exclusively through texting or messaging. Two adults aggressively, yet comically flirting without being weird about it (or perhaps being VERY weird about it, touching on pegging, pain, needles, teeth, more pain and the going rate for pro dommes, all of which were new topics for me). I left enough of a good impression to get invited over (see Bellas previous entry for details).

I believe it’s called “eye fucking”. When you’re talking to someone you are CLEARLY interested in but can’t do anything other than maintain composure and smile at each other invitingly. We weren’t quite eye fucking, but we weren’t strangers after about an hour of chatting either. She’s attractive in her pictures, infinitely more so in person. Her voice is the type of thing that lures willing sailors to their rocky demise. I became OK with the idea flying close to an unknown sun within an hour of conversation on her couch.

Neither one of us are desperate, horny, emotionally crippled or chemically imbalanced. We are definitely into each other, it seems. And there’s a tv in the bedroom? Oh, we should watch “Don’t F*** With Cats”. We should probably get this pesky kiss out of the way. We should make out for a bit. Maybe a bit longer.

(insert sound of remote control landing on the floor next to the bed)

Y’know when you have that perfect physical rhythm with someone you’ve been with for at least a few months? You’ve finally kinda figured out what makes you both turned on? That was us from the word go. It’s nice to find someone sexually forward and not weird about it that you can be emotionally invested with. But I may be getting ahead of myself.

She had brought up the concept of male squirting in a previous conversation. Similar to female ejaculation and kinda specialized. I joked about doing some research for science. Bellas hand found my now ridiculously hard cock and and began working my head in a rapid rhythmic movement. (No snake chamer jokes, please)

And then she grabbed the bedside pump bottle of lube. Which I’d only seen in stores. I mean, who uses that much lube? In a speed dispenser? Thats…that’s actually appropriate. I did read the blogs…this makes sense. Don’t overthink it.

My shorts now completely off, and her hand now REALLY means business and we are looking into each other’s eyes like a pair of super villains about to go to work on a Friday. Her very wet fingers working only my head. The build up was long and deliberate, my body absolutely preparing itself for a slow, massive inbound orgasam that I knew was going to put me on the fucking roof.

I came very hard. Bella made me soak myself, the pillow next to my head, the neighbors car and I just recieved a bill for damages from the ISS. Sorry, fellow astronauts.

The rest of the day was supposed to have been two adults getting to know each other in a polite fashion. Instead we barely made it out of bed, I was shown a glimpse of the days ahead and I stayed the night. It felt new and normal at the same time.

My Vanilla is slowly being extracted.

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