Making a man cum makes me feel powerful, like I hold all of the power in my hands (and later all over me).
And I say *we* because I take a lot of credit for pleasing my man in such a way that he erupts like an uncontrollable volcano. Holding the mirror a few inches from my face, I stared at myself in amazement as I inspected the mess we had made. I wanted to see what I looked like drenched in his goo. I told him to go to the bathroom and bring back my handheld mirror. He squeezed out every drop that remained, shaking his cock so that it made its way to my face. Once he was finished, I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Although I couldn’t open my eyes and see it all as it landed, I could feel it dripping everywhere. I reflexively closed my eyes as I felt the first ropes of cum land on my forehead.
I tilted my head back and waited for him to unleash what I had built up with my oral skills. After giving him a long blowjob, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began stroking it vigorously. He was eager to provide me with what I asked for. One night I told him I wanted his load all over my face. We had been dating for a few weeks, and I knew he had a natural ability for producing large amounts of semen. What a waste, I thought, for him to continue dispensing all of that warm, creamy goodness inside a condom. The stud who delivered the goods was in his late thirties. My most exciting experience being on the receiving end of a cumshot happened when I was in my mid-twenties. Others, however, provided me with voluminous amounts of jizz a few were like firehoses being directed at my body. Some of my partners, despite delivering excellent sexual performances, could not deliver memorable amounts of ejaculate. I have thought many times about the numerous times I have let men cum on me. I wanted to play with it, and let it slowly drip down my body. But neither spitting nor swallowing was my preferred method of dealing with a guy’s finale. Doing anything else was considered taboo and degrading at the time. I remember having the ‘spit or swallow’ discussions with my friends back in high school, and the most common answer was spit. I love to see the ecstasy of my partner as he releases his heavy load with complete delight.Įxperience during adolescence might go a long way in explaining why cum play leads me to such a state of heightened arousal. I love to get it almost anywhere on my body, be it my face, tits, or ass. The streams of warm, white fluid being directed at me convey a powerful message, one that tells me that I have done a thorough job providing an extreme degree of pleasure. I, for one, love the gooey mess that only a thick load of jizz can provide. I have a cum fetish: here’s what that meansĬum: some love it, some hate it. Spaff, cum, come, jizz, or whatever you want to call it: if you’re a fan then you’ll love Katrina’s guest blog, in which she explains – in detail – why she has a cum fetish…
This week’s guest blogger is Katrina England – she writes erotica ( which is available on Amazon) and she’s here to talk to you about something I’ve waxed lyrical about before – spunk. Guest blog: Why I have a cum fetish October 30, 2015