vanilla.

     The first time with a new lover, is always exciting for me.  

     You get to find out what pleases them, which can widely differ from what you've done with your past lover.  It may be a bit clumsy, but is also something new, and fresh.  Out of routine.  You almost have to learn how to make love all over again, with this new person.  Now that your mind and body are active and alert again, you may discover new things that you enjoy, as well.  It's an opportunity to wipe the slate clean, and be a whole new person in bed.  With my last lover, we enjoyed a lot of interesting role-play, but after a while, you get tired of the same characters.  I'm eager to see what sexy new faces my new beau will make up.  I'm hoping it involves some bondage of some sort.   

     "Sooo," I purr in his ear, "What do you like?"  I kiss him on the mouth, giving him a flick of my tongue.  I'm straddling his waist in my bra and panties, pressing myself into his cock, through the thin veil of his boxers.  
     "Mmmm.  You're doing it."  Alright, not the most forthcoming, but I enjoy discovery.  I continue grinding, and my mouth drifts to his ear.  I nibble on the lobe, pulling it a little with my teeth.  "Ow!"  He says, looking at me, confused.  I smile, face probably blushing.  
     "Sorry.  I love a good bite on the ear."  I swallow any disappointment, and quickly get back on the horse, letting my mouth wander towards his nipples.  
     "Hey, hey," he stops me.  "Guys don't like that," he chuckles.  Now it's my turn to look quizzically.  
     "Actually, the last guy I dated, liked me to pinch them with clothespins."  I fail to mention that I did it with a ball gag in his mouth.  He laughs again.  
     "Why?"  I soften the situation, giggling, and raising my eyebrow.  
     "Would you like me to show you?" 
     "Umm ... not particularly," still looking at me, slightly amused, as if I'm joking.  Perhaps thinking more with my clit than my head, I press on.  He seems to like kissing me, so I put my lips on his.  He doesn't offer his tongue to me, so I give him mine.  
     "Put your mouth around it," I suggest.  "You can suck on it, if you like."  He doesn't take the bait, but resumes kissing me.  "Are you a good boy, or a bad boy?"  I venture.  
     "Umm,"  He answers, sounding a little embarrassed.  "I'm probably somewhere in between, I guess?" I grab his ass in my hand, and he raises his hands, "Whoa, whoa, whoa."  I playfully pout.  
     "Don't you want to play with me, Daddy?  Come, on.  What do you watch when you jerk off?"  He's cute when he's bashful, so I don't save him from answering.  
     "I don't usually watch anything," he says.  Continuing with, "Pics of naked girls, maybe?" 
     "I like anything where the girl is submissive.  And she being made to do things," I offer.  
     Stunned, he replies, "Like, rape?"  Whoa.  Who is this guy?  Doesn't he watch porn?  I tried to describe a situation that was vague enough to encompass most porn videos around these days.  
     "Nooo," I say sweetly, "Like kink.  Role-play."  
     "Oh," he replies.  "Can't we just have sex?" 
     "Let me guess," I tease, "You on top, me on the bottom, with my legs bent?" 
     "Yeah," he says, seeming relieved, as if I've finally understood.  He goes back in for a kiss, eager to get me in that missionary position, I'm sure.  
     Despite my crying pussy, I admit, "This probably isn't going to work out."  I need my mind fucked, too; my emotions stimulated.  I want it to be exciting, sexy, dangerous, dirty.  I swing my leg over, getting off of him.  

     I proceed to my side table, getting out my vibrator.  "You can stay if you want.  Watch me get off.  You might even like it."  Not surprisingly, he grabs his pants, and is out the door.  Looking for a more vanilla experience, I guess.  I stimulate my pussy, thinking of riding him around the room like a pony, with that fantastic ball gag in his mouth.  Too bad.  He had a nice ass.