Vanilla is the Warmest Color
It makes your heart race, and makes you feel dizzy to feel in love the first time. It's like an obsession in the blood, in the heart. A need that you've never felt before. Your life- well to be frank- it's boring. School, classes, studying. You crave adventure and excitement. You want that guy that everyone else wants.
I'm that guy. The guy in high school or college that everyone else wanted. But somehow you got a-hold of him. Who knows how. You feel such a sense of pride and happiness that finally he loves you, even if you don't know what the fuck your doing in bed.
Just the knowledge that he's with you is enough. Not sex- sex feels weird, a shifting of skin over skin and it's uncomfortable when he's inside of you. Virginity means your head over heels in love and couldn't find your orgasm even with a spatula and a puppy. Scratch that thought.
This is vanilla. Emotional, hormonal, needy, gropy, jeans sliding down over your butt just far enough for him to grope and squeeze. Slow dancing at prom until you feel a little wet. Hand jobs in the car, and sneaking around at night in your room and trying to keep your sounds of sexual pleasure from reaching the ear of your parents.