Vanilla
Scarlet Smith
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Copyright 2013 Scarlet Smith
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Contents
I had lots of help while writing Vanilla...
I had a family that gave me lots of time and space
to write
I had friends who read bits and gave their
feedback
I had friends who had 'naughty' stories to share
with me
I had friends who helped me write the list - you
know who you are ladies!
Thank you xxxx
Jess's alarm clock buzzed gently, waking her
up from a fabulously filthy dream about Max, her boyfriend of three
years. Her sex dreams were few and far between and mostly starred
dubious celebs, but this one was so much better.
And although morning sex was usually way off
her agenda - morning breath and sleep-sweat anyone? - she was
feeling more than a little bit horny.
"Max?" she whispered, moving closer to him
and kissing his cheek.
He groaned and pulled the cover up
higher.
"Max?" Her voice was louder this time. She
snaked an arm under the covers and ran her fingers across his
stomach.
"Huh?" Max opened his eyes, surprised to see
her so close. Unless she had an early meeting, he was always awake
and out of bed before her.
"Morning." Jess grinned at him, swirling her
fingers across the dark hair on his chest.
"Wha' time is it?" Max's voice was slurred
from sleep. "Did my alarm go off?"
Jess leant in and kissed his lips, darting
her tongue into his mouth. "Not yet." She let her hand wander
downwards.
"Huh?"
Jess silenced him with a kiss, a proper,
deep, tongue - morning breath and all - kiss. She could feel that
he was responding and tightened her hand around his cock.
Max turned his body towards her, and ran a
hand along her thigh.
Still wet from her dream, Jess pulled his
hand up between her legs, moaning as his fingers found her wetness
and slipped inside her.
Max moved his mouth away from hers, heading
south and tonguing at her nipple.
Jess could feel her orgasm building, aided by
her rude dream. She bucked against Max's hand, rubbing her clit,
until she came with a shudder.
Pushing his hand away, she moved underneath
him. "Now," she instructed him, running her fingers up and down his
legs.
Max slipped his cock inside her, feeling her
tighten around him.
Jess lifted her legs up onto his shoulders
and they rocked together to orgasm, his hard cock filling her wet
pussy until they found their release together.
.
Jess drove to work with a smile on her face -
maybe morning sex was her thing after all!
She parked in her usual spot and headed into
the Starbucks opposite her office to pick up her morning latte.
"Morning, Jess!" Stan, the usual guy on the
morning shift, grinned at her and passed over her coffee as she
passed over her money. She felt like a regular now, despite the
fact that she only came into the office three or four times a
month.
Humming to herself as she took the lift up to
the fifth floor, where Fresh Vibe magazine was housed, she felt a
little rush - her post-orgasmic glow was making her feel great.
She wondered if Stan had noticed that she had
a spring in her step today. She'd read somewhere that the smell of
sex had a pheromone that other people could pick up on and be
attracted to.
She certainly felt sexy!
.
"Morning, Leyla!" Jess greeted her boss.
"Thanks for asking me in today."
Leyla smiled at her. "We always love your
input, Jessie; just wish we had more stuff for you to do."
"Suits me fine," Jess said, smiling at the
magazine staff as she wound her way through the desks with Leyla,
heading for their meeting room.
"Good. I hate it when people complain about
work!"
Jess grinned. Her boss was laid-back and
relaxed, and liked her staff to be the same. Of course, Jess was a
freelance writer not a full-time member of the team, but she was
being honest when she said that it suited her that way.
"Come on, people!" Leyla called behind her as
she opened the door to the meeting room.
Jess followed her in and took a seat about
halfway down the table. Near the pastries. Meetings at Fresh Vibe
were great. Pastries, croissants, fruit, juice, coffee... and this
morning she had worked up an appetite.
The rest of the staff trooped in, all smiling
at Jess and several exchanging a few words. She had already filled
her plate with food and was nibbling as she waited for Leyla to
take the helm.
She didn't get involved in decisions about
magazine or online content, just did as she was told, but she
enjoyed the buzz of a meeting - ideas being bandied around and
people getting enthusiastic.
She zoned out for a while, remembering Max's
fingers running up and down her thigh, his mouth on her
nipples.
"Jess?" Leyla was watching her with a smile,
as were several of her colleagues.
"Sorry, Leyla. Early morning, you know? What
did I miss?"
Leyla grinned. "We need you for a blog this
month. A bit more commitment, I know, writing something every day,
but more pay?"
Jess nodded. More pay was always good.
"Okay, what's it about?"
Leyla grinned. "Okay," she smiled around the
table. "We've all heard of certain 'mommy porn' books that are
doing pretty well?"
Everyone nodded - there were some mutterings
and a few salacious grins from the men.
"Well, I want to jump on the bandwagon a bit
- I think our readers would be interested. But I think it's too
much for the regular magazine - which is why I think a blog would
be good."
Jess nodded along. She could write about sex
easily. Hell, she'd done some research already today!
"I'm not sure on the title of the piece yet,
but it's basically: can someone go from being 'vanilla' in their
sex preferences to full-on kinky?"
Jess frowned. "You want me to write about
my
sex life?"
Leyla nodded. "Yeah, blog about the
anti-vanilla stuff you try." Leyla gestured over to Jason, her
right-hand man. "Jason's got a list."
Jason nodded and started going through some
papers.
Jess shook her head. "I'm missing something
here. What's vanilla?"
"You know, plain sex, missionary, bedrooms,
boring..." Leyla trailed off as Jason passed her over a piece of
paper.
Jess put her croissant down. "So I'm boring?
You want me to blog about how boring I am?"
Leyla grinned, and a few people laughed.
"Jessie, I'm sure you're not boring, honey,
but when we chat, I'm sure I haven't picked up on a
bondage-threesome kind of vibe off you."
Jess made a face. "Well, I'm not saying I
have threesomes every weekend or go to swinging parties with Max,
but I'm not vanilla. Maybe a little more sedate now, but it
has
been three years!"
"I'm vanilla," Monica, one of the full-time
writers, piped up.
"See." Jess pointed at Monica. "Maybe you can
do it?"
Leyla shook her head. "No, Jessie, everyone's
got their assignments. I had this in mind for you. I think you'd be
good."
Jess took a deep breath and picked her
croissant back up. "So, walk me through it..."
Leyla held up her list. "Right, so the thing
is, this is something everyone's talking about and we want to be
current. You take this list, pick one thing a day and then blog
about the results."
"What if she doesn't want to do something?"
Monica asked, reaching for a pastry.
"Well... I guess you would blog about that.
You don't have to do anything you or Max are uncomfortable with,
but I know you're open-minded. That's why I thought of you."
Jess put her hand out for the list, a little
surprised at herself for considering this. She had no idea what Max
would say. He was no prude, but who knew what he'd make of
this?
They had met in a bar one night - he was out
with all his suited-up solicitor friends and she was on a hen
night. Not that she normally would - honest! - but they had fallen
into bed that very night. And it had been hot! They had moved in
together a year later and now were enjoying a little bit of
domestic bliss.
"What!?" Jess looked up from the list,
laughing. "Leyla!"
Leyla grinned and shrugged. "What?"
"Threesomes, anal sex, dogging?! I can just
see Max's face when I bring this assignment home!"
Everyone around the table laughed - most were
secretly pleased that they hadn't been called on to do it.
"What are the names and phone numbers for?"
Jess asked, reading down the list.
"Ooh, this is good. These are readers that
Jason's sounded out already. For each thing on the list, the name
and number is someone who does it and is happy to talk to you about
it - why they like it, what to do, stuff like that."
Jess groaned and put her hand over her face.
"How can I just ring some random guy and chat to him about why he
likes peeing on people during sex?"
Leyla let out a massive laugh. "Jess, you'll
be fine. Are you up for it?"
Jess slowly nodded, her eyes running down the
list, S & M, sex clubs... She could not imagine what Max would
say when she suggested this to him, but she did agree with Leyla.
She was open-minded. She had a good sex life. She'd tried role-play
and sex toys... It wasn't like she was a virgin or anything.
And Max was straight-laced but very sexual.
Surely he'd be happy that his girlfriend had to try loads of sex
stuff with him, even if it was for her job?
"Let me take the list and have a chat with
Max tonight. I'll text you later and let you know for
definite."
Leyla nodded. She was happy with that. After
all, there was no way she would want the assignment herself.
After a bit more chat, the meeting was over
and Jess headed home, wondering what Max's views on 'water sports'
were.
Jess spent the rest of the day pottering
around the house, doing some washing and ironing, and planning how
she would convince Max that this sex list was a good idea.
It finally came to her as she finished her
lunch.
A blowjob.
After every one she had ever given to Max, he
had said those words every woman wants to hear: "You could ask me
for anything after doing that, and I'd say yes!"
Well, she would test that theory tonight.
And as favours went, being okay with her
getting paid to have sex - with him - wasn't so bad, was it? It's
not like she was asking him if she could be a hooker!
As part of her scheme, Jess dressed in a
plum-coloured underwear set with a silky crimson wrap over the top.
She left her long black hair loose, smeared on some red lippy and
poured wine.
There were two steaks in the oven and some
jackets in the microwave.
Operation Blowjob was underway.