Sometimes when my lover is fucking me, I ask him if he understands that my body is his, that he can do anything he wants with it, with me. He always gets harder, thrusts harder, and answers that he loves it that he can do whatever he wants, he can fuck any hole, use me in anyway he pleases. That being said, he usually continues the vanilla sex that is our norm.
Don't get me wrong, I love all kinds of sex. But we've grown lazy lately, mostly having tired sex while spooning, right before we both pass out asleep. Gone are the days of pornographic sex. We hadn't had oral sex in months. And while I would not give up my lover for the world, I started working on ideas to get him to spice up our sex lives.
At first, nothing worked. I tried talking dirty to him, before and during sex. It turned him on, but did not change the sexual routine. We went on vacation, and he teased me about having hotel sex, but that didn't happen. I was beginning to feel frustrated and was resorting to a lot of fantasizing during masturbation to satisfy my more carnal needs.
I got my break one day when we were cleaning up the apartment. My lover found old hardcore porno mags he had from before we were dating. We stopped our cleaning and sat on the bed flipping through the pictures. I have never been a very visual person, just seeing pictures of people having sex does not turn me on. However, the idea of my lover being turned on... I started pointing out a lot of pictures for him to look at, hoping he would get some dirty ideas. As he looked at the pictures, I reached down his shorts and started rubbing his cock, which already semi-erect from the pictures. I worked on him just with my hand, until he felt as hard as a rock.
"You have no idea how wet I am right now, feeling you so hard..." I whispered in his ear.
"Then why are you still wearing panties?" he asked in response.