Mark and Jeanie conversation from Chapter 5:
“We talked about it later after we . . . Well, you know.”
“And how was that? Was it emotional?”
“No.” She tightened her arms around herself and still kept her eyes off him. “And not that it’s any of your business, Sir,” she said this word like it was a curse, “but it was stable.”
He exhaled in a slow, steady stream. “That’s another way of saying it was predictable and polite.”
“It was quiet and nice. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Her head finally snapped back at him.
“There’s a reason it’s called vanilla. Not just because it’s safe, but because when a relationship first starts out, everything’s exciting, hot and heavy. Then things die down over time. He touches the woman there X many times, she comes. She puts her mouth on him there, he gets hard. He pumps inside her quietly, no one says a word, no one really gets what they want but a meager orgasm they could’ve attained at their own hand. Vanilla gets old real quick, gets bland and it doesn’t even matter if it is still a basic, staple flavor, no one wants to have vanilla every day.”
“It’s boring,” she supplied.
He smiled and leaned into her, his lips at her ear, parting through her hair. “Exactly . . . And I don’t fuck a woman into being bored, nor do I do boring anywhere in my life at all.”