I had a totally different post planned for today that was sweet and sentimental, but I'm not actually in that kind of mood right now, so the post will have to wait until I can better write it. I am, however, in a very happy and excited mood, and I'm even more excited to be writing about one of my favorite hobbies: swallowing cum.
As I'm sure most of my readers agree, I don't think people embark on sexual discovery by desiring cum. There's always something that leads up to it. Something that brings us to the moment where we feel that warmth on our tongue, taste that bittersweet, salty flavor, and we do the only thing we can do. We swallow. And we keep swallowing and keep loving every moment of it.
My first taste of cum was not my own. When I was young and first jerking off at the age of 12 (I know, I developed kind of early) I always came. I never experienced a "dry orgasm" or anything like that, I shot the first time I jerked myself to completion. I had looked at the cum and thought about tasting it, but could never actually get myself to do so. As a Virgo, I find that my OCD sometimes prevents me from enjoying something involving what society has determined are my dirtier areas. Once I get over that the first time, however, I never have the hesitancy again. That's why some of my boundaries just need to be forced before I let myself go.
Cum-eating was one of those boundaries. I needed a guide to put the cum where I could do nothing except taste it. This was the second time I ever gave a blow job. My first blowjob was finished off with the man giving me a facial and me refusing to give in to my urge to lick the warm fluid from my face. But my second blow job (given to the same man) was different. He came right into my mouth, shooting first in the front so I could taste it all, but then in the back as well, filling my mouth up, his hand on my head not letting me pull off. I struggled in my mind for a moment, not sure what to do with my mouth full of what I assumed was some gross thing shot from a gross place.
Then my brain quieted enough for me to truly taste and feel the fluid in my mouth. I liked it. I liked the flavor and the texture. I liked moving it around, over the cock still in my mouth. Finally, I knew that I needed to swallow it. I knew that men swallowed cum. I had already had my own cum swallowed before. But this was a benchmark moment for me. This is when I began to learn all that comes from the penis and why we love it so much. Why we worship it with our hands, our mouths, our asses, our women. It is so that we can have this liquid that gives life and holds our DNA right inside. We swallow to take that DNA into ourselves and to make it a part of our own bodies.
Obviously at the time this was a bit much for me to grasp, but I still understood that I loved the cum and I wanted more of it. There was a new drive in me to become a cum-whore, in a way. I began to suck off men I didn't even know. When I learned to get fucked, I always gladly accepted the cum in my ass. When men demanded the use of a condom I felt less fulfilled by the barrier preventing me from connecting with him completely. Even now, when I am more of a top than a bottom, I still enjoy swallowing, and during my time with Rob fucking me, I still loved feeling him shoot within me. As a top I love filling a bottom up, giving them the mixture inside of me. I love knowing I have left my trail in them.
I swallow because I like to feel the reward that comes with knowing I have given a man great pleasure. I swallow because I feel full of other men when I do. I swallow because I like the warmth and (usually) taste of cum. And I swallow because I know it is the best thing I can do for a partner. Every time you swallow, the man gives you a rewarding smile, letting you know that he is made happy by not spitting his gift on the floor. And when I am swallowed, I always give the same smile, before bending down to taste the traces I have left in his mouth.
I swallow because I love it.