The past two weeks have become monotonous. I won’t say our sex is uninspired. We do it a lot more often than average, and the quality has more flavor than vanilla, even if we’ve been monogamous since the year began. We have settled into a predictable pattern, comfortable and secure, but not very exciting.

Our attraction to each other has always been there. His smell alone gets me juiced up. Lately our play has consisted of variations of these two scenarios:

1. While talking in bed I play with his genitals in my hands until he’s aroused. I creep under the sheets and take him in my mouth. Then…

a. He fucks my face until he comes. I swallow it all, unless he pulls out and spills some of it on my face.

b. I get his cock at full erection, push it into my throat to lube the tip with my saliva, then sit on him until we both orgasm. Sometimes my cunt dries up before we both get off, in which case I beg him to fuck my ass instead. I wet his cock in my mouth again, then push his cock in my ass as I ride him. This always guarantees a shared orgasm. He pulls out and cums on my butt cheeks.

c. I rub his cock on my breasts and he squeezes them together to jack himself off.

2. While laying in bed (or sitting on the couch watching TV) he starts licking my slit. I smile and close my eyes, enjoying the flutters of his tongue on my clit. Often he brings a few fingers into play, probing my pussy and ass while he licks. He brings me to orgasm. I push his head away when I go over the edge and scream, “Fuck me, please!!! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” Then…

a. He mounts me in my cunt, which feels so good after he’s just gotten me off with his mouth. My cunt muscles are still spasming from the orgasm and we both revel in the shared good vibes. He pulls out and cums on my stomach. Or just as I feel him getting closer to orgasm, I beg him to feed me his cum. He pulls out pumping his cock saying, “Come and get it.” I jump up to swallow it all.

b. He pushes his cock into my ass. I am usually not prepared for this, and really was hoping he would fuck my cunt at this moment. He eases it in, little strokes at a time until it’s all the way in and I’m having orgasm after orgasm until he cums on my stomach.

There are also variations on positions. It’s not always me on top, or him on top. There’s also the doggy-style, fucking on our side etc… But the routine is pretty much the same. Satisfying like my favorite comfort food, but not very exotic.

I don’t know what I’m looking for. Other friends to share our bed? Some S&M play? Bondage? We’ve dabbled a bit in these but so far it hasn’t yielded as much satisfaction as it has generated a lot of work in preparation. I stay patient, knowing the cycles of my own creative life. I often go back and forth between spurts of activity and gestation. I remind myself that this seemingly empty time is really an important part of the creative process.

In the meantime I am feeding my mind. Porn has always inspired our lovemaking. It’s a great way to share our curiousities with each other. I’ve been surfing a lot, seeing which ones trigger a sensory response in me. Often, this jaded porn surfer is bored with what’s out there. Isn’t it sad that in these times when porn is so abundant on the internet, we tend to be blase about it? Whereas in scarcity we would probably feel more excitement with what we find.