Something different than I have at home is literally plain old vanilla sex. My husband wants sex maybe, maybe, a few times a year. Me on top while he dead fishes. Otherwise it's handjobs only, no oral even. I can't remember the last time he went down on me. We are super into each other and were making out on the street after a great date, we went home and were going nuts making out in the elevator. We got in the door and I dropped to my knees and started sucking his dick. Nah, he wanted to listen to music. Pushed me off. Music on. I went to bed. When I was absolutely heartbroken afterwards I slept on the couch after he came to bed and he decided to "punish me" for having hurt feelings by withholding any sexual contact for weeks. He later admitted this. Because me initiating anything is "pressure" and it turns him off. Meanwhile he can wake me up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat (he's a very sweaty sleeper), and demand sex when I'm sleeping. So actually being fucked at all is something different than I have at home.