... At least, that's the plan.
As an extroverted, sexual woman, I consummate most relationships fast
I have an extrovert's "if you see something, say something" approach to babely people. It normally doesn't take me more than a few hours to consummate a relationship of mutual sexual interest. Yet it's been almost two weeks since Aaron and I agreed to a FWB arrangement, and I can't for the life of me figure out what I'm going to do with him.
Never mind that my last few pornographic interactions with men involved me either strap-on pegging them or making them endure exquisite amounts of pain -- things that I know Aaron to be explicitly not interested in. He identifies as "vanilla"; and frankly, that's exactly what I'm looking for.
Ever since I allowed myself to fantasize about him, my daydreams have been surprisingly mundane for a notoriously kinky pervert such as myself. Him pressing me up against a wall before carrying me to a bed. Me straddling his lap, grinding into him, and getting him hard before reaching in his pants and wrapping a hand around him. Him eating me out while using one muscled arm to pin me down. In no time at all, I'd sufficiently worked myself into a fantasy frenzy. Mostly I think about giving him a blow job, since that specific sex act (with that specific genital configuration) has been largely absent from my recent exploits.