Hot Vanilla Sex: A Satisfying Sexual Encounter ♕

Who knew being silent would be so sexy?

Hot vanilla sex can be some of my favorite sex. When I start sucking his cock, he’s already semi-hard, and it doesn’t take long for him to get fully erect. He does that horny thing where he takes my hair in his hands. So then he can watch me go to work with my tongue. I’m such a horny cum slut.

No words, just cocksucking… but that doesn’t preclude noises, and he’s gorgeously communicative throughout moans and sighs and lots of little sounds that almost tip over into speech. I start to let go with some noises of my own. Just some ‘mmms’ of satisfaction at having his cock in my mouth. Still far more restrained than I’d be on a normal day. His fantasy is silence and I like being told what to do.

Despite his ‘vanilla’ protestations, there’s something intriguingly kinky about being told not to speak. There’s something kinky, too, about how much louder all the other sounds appear – the music I put on before echoes louder than it had before he arrived, and the wet sucking sounds of my lips on his cock seem amplified as well.

I spit on it. Give it lots of saliva. Make it good and wet, but also because the sound of spitting, too, is enhanced by the enforced silence elsewhere.

He told me his fantasies were ‘probably a bit vanilla’ as if hot ‘vanilla’ sex means boring but it doesn’t.

And they’re not. Is this ‘vanilla hot’ or is it ‘kinky hot that he’s just labeled ‘vanilla’ because it doesn’t include any physical pain’? Either way, I don’t care because I’m having such an excellent time. It’s a struggle to not say anything, but the struggle is part of the fun.

The release is part of the fun too, though, so eventually, he gives in to the need to chat and asks:

“You like that?”

And my cunt twitches.

“Oh my GOD yes, that’s so hot. When you walked in the door all silent and just let me start sucking your dick it was… unnngh.” I tell him in a babbled rush, with his wet dick in my hand and my mouth hovering inches from the tip. This hot vanilla sex is anything but boring.

That quick release – that moment when he decides that we get to start talking – sets the tone for the rest of the evening. We take breaks to fuck. Breaks to get drinks. We spent most of our time with him sprawled on my sofa. Then with me between his knees sucking cock.

After the blissful agony of silence, we both embrace the pleasure of talking. He asks me to tell him stories while I suck him off. Interspersing bursts of cocksucking with gentle, wet handjobs that I deliver while talking about this or that threesome.

And as you lot know, I love telling stories. It’s my second favorite thing besides sucking cock.

He asks for more detail sometimes and occasionally tells stories of his own, but mostly he just lets me get to work on doing what I do best. I like telling stories and cocksucking. Give me more of that hot vanilla sex. Occasionally he moans or sighs or offers ‘yeses’ of encouragement. Then he asks ‘and what happened next?’ So I leave him hanging at a key point in one of the stories, or check in to make sure I’m having fun.

I am. Of course.

We’ve spent about four hours like chatting, cocksucking, and congratulating ourselves on an excellent second date itinerary.

Oh yeah, did I mention? This was our second date.

I still don’t really know what ‘vanilla’ means, but if this is it: pass me a spoon.