And then he fainted
It started with a cum fetish. A finding which, if I knew earlier, would have explained a lot about who I am.
I always said that talking about sex opens all doors and breaks down barriers. It was way more fun and exciting to talk about your sexual preferences, conquests and failures than to talk about foo-foos and fa-fahs like MBTI. Yes, those MBTI-ers can berate me now.
Byeontae Game, Boob vs. Butt, and Team Dead Girl are way more brow-raising than which music type you like or place you wanna go eat. Though, I do like those and am seriously overdue for a nice meal date and fuck. And I’ll go Dutch too. Maybe I’m just too picky. With a husband like H, my standards for my fish are high.
Cums and Shooters, and the psyche of sex. For one, I love cum. I love watching guys jerk off, and the gasp in their voices just before they shoot.
Beautiful. White, thick, and liquid.
Forgive me for being direct and freaky. But I love what I love and to the guys who had cummed for me, thank you for sharing your personal essence. It was well appreciated. If you’d asked and I said, ‘yes’ and you’d sent me a vid to share, I would take good care to keep it safe and use it as and when I need to for my pleasure. Ditto to you, too, for I’m sure you’d like my pics and vids as much as I do yours.
So, this guy said he shot seven times in a row, and each time was just as much and just as intense, and then he fainted.
I guess it was possible. The vid he shared showed the intense projectile of his shot really well, and I gave him an 8 out of 10. Over the past two years, I had many donations of vids, excited guys asking for a rating for their cum shots. Like a director, I gave them my thoughts and advice.
“So what happened before you fainted?” I asked.
“I was young, in college, and I met this hot Latina girl. She kept sucking me, dude, and such awesome skills. I just kept cumming. We had sex all day. Stopping for meals and back again.”
“Damn…that’s what I want,” I said. So envious that he got to have all day sex.
He wasn’t the only one who told me of their fun. When I was in college, I had fun with H too, but all day? That was crazy. Way intense.
We were Asian. School meant studying. Much as we were horny college students we couldn’t completely neglect our work. When hentai anime came along, my grades fell, but I digressed.
“She milked you dry, dude,” I said.
“Yeah. I had a lot to give.” 7-Shooter laughed.
I could see that. I admit his shooting skills were great. There was a vid of him lying on his bed, and he shot above his head. Good streams in constant pumps, white and long spurts.
“And then, I fainted," he said.
“Whaaaat? Is that normal?” I laughed.
“It was my first time. Guess that was it," he said.
“For real. You didn’t do that again?”
“No. I try to pace myself.”
“Makes sense. It would be embarrassing to call 911 because you ejaculate too much. Imagine those hunky firefighters coming in to see you laying there with your pants down.” I laughed hard, and he grinned.
Yeah. It was fun playing with him online for a bit but as with all fishes, he cummed and he left, with the attention span of a puppy.
“You have a cum fetish?” Another guy asked. He was more recent and unlike 7-shooter, he lived near, in fact, only a ten-minute drive from my home.
“Yeah, I do,” I said.
“Never knew that," he said.
“Why? Fetishes come in all forms. So long as it hits you hard and make you horny, why not?” I grinned.
“I cum a lot," he said. “I’ve to masturbate every day because my balls get blue.”
“Oh really.”
“I’m serious. You wanna see?" he asked.
Of course, he’d ask. Online guys are just as excited about showing off as I was showing my boobs. There was a high in doing something naughty, and with that black screen, we think we could get away with anything.
“There is always a way to track someone down,” said tech H.
“I agree. If you want to, anything is possible,” I replied. It didn’t stop people from showing off. Perhaps all of us had a flasher inside us. And this new guy with his “vanish mode” wanted a good appraisal.
“Show me,” I said to Cum-alot guy.
The vid was of him lying on his bed and jerking off. Normal enough. There were other vids I’d seen of guys leaning against walls, out in the backyard, at the swimming pool with a robe exposed…okay that was one of my favorites but the best was still my hot guy who got himself a jerked off by a MILF in normal clothes.
It was the sound of his gasping as he edge and his beautiful sculpted naked body leaning back on a bathtub as she took his cock and moved in a oiled rhythm, that always get me to cum by the third rewatch. And in that vid, hot guy didn’t cum. Edging — that's a beautiful thing.
In this vid, with Cum-alot guy, he really has a lot.
If I were to compare to one-cup Randy, Cum-alot guy beats the cup. But that was on vid, and why not meet?
“So, when are we going to meet so I can play with it?” I said.
“Will you let me cum in your mouth?" he asked.
“You’ll flood and choke me,” I said.
“You said you like cum," he said.
“I do, I like playing with it. Taste, touch, smell, and spread it over my breasts and body.”
Yes, I am freaky. It was when H showed me Cum Queen, a Japanese porn that I’d realized the extent of my kink.
Dripping, smearing, pumping, splashing, and squirting. One and many guys. The dirtier the better. I could almost taste the endorphins in the air. The scent of sex.
“Come over. Show me in person,” I told him when I had a hotel one day.
So we met one of those days. He was semi-drunk, but he made the time to meet. I gave him a blow job, watched him jerk, and he shot. It wasn’t as far as his vid, but it was always good to see that semen fly.
“I’ll give you a better performance next time," he said. We chatted for an hour after, and he left, never once turning back.
It was always the case.
“What do you expect?” H asked.
“Why can’t I have a FWB like you do?” I asked.
“Because women are different from men,” said H. “You can’t approach it the same way. Guys don’t commit.”
“I’m not asking for long-term commitment. Just some time commitment. I mean, you don’t do that to friends, so why is it any different with me?”
This is the usual complaint. Is having a FWB that hard? Making time for someone to hang with, a meal, a laugh, some catching up, and if the vibe was right, some sexy fun?
The logic seemed to fit.
Even a Cum Queen wants a little more than cum fun. True, I get turned on, but I’m also a person who has a heart and not a bucket.
“Just use and throw. They do that, you should too,” said H. “There’s no loyalty in your case.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a woman. Or maybe I’m just like that. Too nice.”
So, for those reading this, if you are my type and I’m yours, let’s prove this theory wrong. You’re more than a post-nut nut. You’re the coming-back kind of guy.
And, this Cum bucket Queen is looking for her Cum-a lot hot, sexy Joker. Not Knight. Because Knights are for princesses and Queens don’t need to be rescued, just fed and fucked.