There once was a time when Vanilla was the only flavor served in my house. Sweet delicious Vanilla. Oh, it tasted so sweet. So delicious.
But then I heard about Rocky Road. Then I heard about the Chocolate Chip. And Neapolitan – the flavor of three. I really wanna try that one. And dark chocolate. Though not every flavor is for me; I pass on Rainbow Sherbet, but can see still the beauty in the vibrant colors.
Nope, I like dark and rich. Full and flavorful now. With a tinge of vanilla still. A scoop of the old life from time to time.
Having a hard time with innuendos? Well, let’s fix that right quick there then.
Me? I always was good pretty decent in bed. Always. Since the beginning. As time progressed I got better like you do with anything. Had explored with toys and anal and was decent with foreplay, but my bailiwick was straight-up fucking. Always, she would say “We have amazing sex.” Always, she meant it.
Like only us in the redneck states would say, “Oh, bless her heart.” She didn’t even know it could be so much richer.
But something was missing. Besides the obvious flood of perpetual orgasms in my counterpart. Something always felt like I was holding back. Something. It wasn’t until my 30s until I knew what that something was.
It? Dominance and submission as a tool of Passion to bring about Her total annihilation through orgasms.
Now I eat pussy with purpose. Pressure and focus and that cute little pink button gets as much attention as it can handle and then past. Fingers inside her when I do it and I tap dance on her G and clit as she twists like a ballerina.
Overstimulation is the key.
Her ass is my devil’s playground. And each and every part of her pussy that drives her wild gets a nice visit from my fingers and hard cock over and over and over and I make sure that little diva is feeling orgasms hit her like a Midwest tornado.
And then, I sometimes I bring in Dark and Rich.
Blindfolds. Cuffs. Hitachi Wand. Anal vibe. Jelly dick and my hard cock for the double penetration feeling all pretty little girls deserve.
You name It. I’m game It.
But I still like Vanilla; I just drizzle chocolate all over it. And my vanilla is right of the fucking top shelf now. I only want Blue Bell, baby.
And I’m bringing you the Great Divide.
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