When he finds your porn tumblr... [M/F] | 2016

I have a partner who is not as kinky as I am. He's down to try most things on the giving end, since he likes it when I enjoy myself, but he's not about to let me cane him or anything extreme like that. I'm fine with this -- we have a more chaotic dynamic, and I like it that way. Still, among kink circles, I affectionately refer to him as my Vanilla Boy.

One day, we get back to his place and as soon as we enter his room, he goes to strip me and pin me against the wall. Immediately I know something is different -- usually he is very cautious, asking multiple times before trying anything new, which can sometimes kill the vibe a little. As if sensing that I noticed this, he tells me "I found your tumblr. I've been taking notes."

I had posted stuff about my tumblr on Facebook, so I'm not surprised that he found it. I have on there a fair 50/50 mix of porn gifs and dorky funny things I find on the internet. Often times, I'll reblog a gif with a comment like "this is so hot" or "I want to try this" or "I love when guys do this". I didn't realize he'd be looking at these and remembering all the things I like, all the things I wanted to try...

He had me pinned against the wall for a bit, my palms and cheek against the wall so he could run his hands up and down my ass and thighs. He kisses my neck lightly... we'd been together for a couple months by this point so he knew my weak spots, knew exactly where to kiss and where to caress to get me in the right headspace and make me melt. As his fingers run over my ass, they dip down to slide over the outer lips of my pussy, teasing a bit, then he pulls away completely.

We move to the bed, but instead of me on my back like it usually was, he had me on my stomach, so he could grind against me, fingers of one hand laced in my hair, two fingers of the other in my mouth, muffling my moans. I could feel his cock sliding up and down, between and outside my pussy lips, but not quite in, and it was maddening. He removes his hand from my mouth and slides it down to my clit, stroking it lightly with the same two fingers.

After this, he flips me over. I sit up and take his cock into my mouth, easily taking its full length down my throat and thoroughly enjoying feeling him grow as I suck and swirl my tongue around.

Then I get on top, and slowly have him enter me, squeezing myself around him lightly as I do. I ride him for a bit, but his cock is structured perfectly such that it hits what must be my g-spot when we fuck, because I find it hard to stay in control for long once he is inside me. He quickly regains control, topping from the bottom by digging his fingertips into my ass and fucking me.

Suddenly he stops, deep inside me. Briefly, though, for he gets back to it. I climb higher and higher, getting close... and then he stops again. I utter a few choice swears (as I will every time he does this for the rest of the night) and note a rather sadistic grin on his face. I wonder how much longer I'll be able to accurately refer to him as my Vanilla Boy.

Again, he fucks me until I'm close and stops, and then he continues again, though this time he lets me have one. He then flips us over so I'm on my back, legs in the air as he continues to pound into me, sometimes stopping strategically, other times giving me the benefit of a sole orgasm before going back to teasing. Given the sheer number of times I yelled "bastard" at the top of my lungs, I wonder later whether his friend in the next room over had some idea of what went on that night, but if he did, he never let on. I cum many times, hard, until my legs are shaking against his shoulders.

I can always tell when he's getting close because his pace quickens and his posture becomes more hunched. It's like he is briefly taken over by something far more animalistic, far more primal. For a few moments, his entirety of being is focused on his own pleasure, rather than mine. Not that that's a bad thing; his change in posture and pace is almost always enough to push me over the edge and bring me to a more powerful orgasm than I have during regular sex. This time is no different. I cum suddenly and intensely, right as he does, and the dopamine rush makes me feel like my head is exploding.

After, it was kind of hard to form sentences, for both of us. We just kind of lay there saying things like "That was... guh..." and "Wow..." with bits of giggles in between. Sex with this guy has always been great due to chemistry, but this was probably one of the first times it became obvious that even though he considers himself vanilla, he's pretty open to experimenting and trying new things, and also that he's a very fast learner.