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A surprisingly effective remedy for a sore vagina? Semen! In liberal doses.
I did not always have a love affair with semen. In college, my roommates knew that the one way to make me nauseous was to say “bucket of semen.” For some reason, this visual would make me instantly weak in the knees, but in a disgusted way.
Or was that a foreshadowing of things to “come?” Maybe, much like a closeted gay man who screams his heterosexuality loudly for all to hear, I protested against the idea of semen because of desires I had not yet learned to deal with.
When I first started giving blowjobs, I just swallowed because it seemed rude not to. A friend told me to do it at the moment of ejaculation, and then you would not taste it. She said to make sure that I did not leave it in my mouth for very long, because of the taste.
And now? Now I have become somewhat of a come hungry bitch. (And no, I will not spell it cum, no matter how Henry Miller spelled it.)I find myself looking at men, wondering not only what their come tastes like, but if they are man enough to kiss me when my mouth is full of their come.
Yesterday, I had come on my tits. It was was then rubbed into my chest, and a come covered hand shared between each of our greedy mouths. Later that day, I had come scooped out of my pussy, and force fed to me. Come is the best lubricant I have found for fisting, and I wonder if it would work as well for anal sex?
Perhaps the first man would jack of on my asshole, and then use his finger to spread it around my anus and lubricate the inside. The second man would slowly fuck my ass, and pull my hips back to shoot as deep into me as he could. Beyond that, would it really matter how many men fucked me, so long as they kept coming?
What does it say about me that I get so goddamned wet at the idea of a man fucking my come filled ass, pulling out and shoving his hard cock into my mouth, while another man takes his place and fills my ass again?
The phrase “buckets of come” still makes me weak in the knees, its just that now it makes me DROP to my knees.
I would be glad to oblige.
Wow! You are a very special and unique woman. I would love to have you be the intake nurse in an ER. You could help cure the worlds ills better than Obama-Care!