Vanilla Sex for Me!

Vanilla Sex for Me!

‘Tis fun to wear a leather mask and swing a leather whip,
Or traipse about the living room in mother’s sheerest slip,
Or serve a dominatrix who’s a maze of body ink,
But now I feel I’ve had my fill of fetishes and kink.

So take your clothes off, Sweetie, it’s vanilla sex for me!
Nothing quite delights the eye like simple nudity.
Some titty sucking and a couple thrusts will do the trick,
And there’s no equipment needed but the rubber on my dick.

Oh, I’ve often played the Sissy Maid and heard my lady’s bluster,
Wearing heels and fishnet stockings as I wield a feather duster.
I’ve done a hundred thousand menial chores throughout the day,
But it’s never quite as jolly as a missionary lay.

I’ve been handcuffed, burned with candle wax, and called a filthy slut.
I’ve had rubber plugs of every shape inserted in my butt,
But for sheer delicious horniness, experience has shown
That I never get off half so hard as when I’m getting blown.

So take your clothes off, Sweetie, it’s vanilla sex for me!
A hetero, cis-gender guy is what I have to be.
I’ll get on top, or you can, or I’ll enter from behind,
And the world can tie itself in knots — if it’s so inclined.