From Vanilla to . . . - Sex Stories

From Vanilla to . . .

... developing an interest in oral sex) and what it would feel like to fuck (my readings inspired my imagination).

Sadly, nothing ever became of these fantasies (which grew to include Eve as she developed a body just like her mother’s), though I still have them to this day.

And I kept this all to myself. I never really discussed sex with friends or family; no circle jerks, no fooling around with anyone, no sharing my “dirty” collection. I was never caught by a parent, friend, or relative masturbating (though that would change, as I describe in later chapters).

I was painfully shy and lacked self-confidence where girls were concerned when it came to dating and relationships (despite having many female friends, some close, many of whom drove me crazy with lustful thoughts). I eventually had a couple of girlfriends in high school but got no further than heavy petting (how is that for an ancient term?), though my thoughts always went much further!

Things began changing after I began dating (as a high school senior) the woman who would eventually become my wife (three years younger than me yet had more boyfriends, but not a lot more sexual experience). We dated for my last year of high school and then through college (I went to a school in the Midwest while she remained in the East).

I stayed celibate, true to my love, a no brainer at the time for me, but, in retrospect, a mistake. (The opportunities were there; I just ignored them or, when I decided it might be time ...

... to stray and sample, waited too long to act. I was still shy, lacking self confidence in this area and a bad judge of a woman’s intentions.)

The seven-year courtship (yes, we finally lost our cherries—again an old term—to each other when she was sixteen, me nineteen) resulted in marriage which has endured and, along with my family, is the most important thing in my life. Our sex life has been wonderful and, simultaneously, frustrating.

My wife suffers even greater insecurity issues than me (Italian Catholic—she is first generation—upbringing). When she can clear her mind of extraneous thoughts, she loves fucking and will get into it—and specifically uses that term, not “love making.” She wants me to fuck her and, usually, fuck her hard. When she is really relaxed and horny, her vibrator and porn, as well as my playing with her sensitive nipples, bring on incredible, intense orgasms.

She got intoPenthouse letters/photos (thanks to me) when using her vibrator early in the marriage. We bought the vibrator during a shopping trip to Greenwich Village specifically to buy one. (Her openness brought her to the store, yet at other times she will not discuss sex with me; frustrating and confusing.)

We visited the Pink Pussy Cat Boutique together, the first visit to an adult toy store for either of us. We looked at the dildos, butt plugs, BDSM gear, lingerie, videos and, of course, vibrators. The one she chose was industrial looking – large and needed to be plugged into an ...