I will never not be fascinated by jizz. It’s probably the topic I’ve covered most often here – from the best places to jizz to the weird questions I’ve asked about it.
Perhaps it’s because I can’t produce it myself, or because I sense a similar fascination in guys – that agony of choice when you decide where to do it, and how, and when.
But let’s talk about the only frustration I have with spunk: that there is never – can never be – enough.
Where shall I jizz?
A common question in my bedroom: “where do you want me to come?”
A world of possibilities, but limited time to choose. On my face? That’s the best place if I want to feel the power and force of it. The squirts hammering against my lips and cheeks like driving rain. That one’s pretty good.
On my tits, or my stomach, or over my crotch, where I can look down to see it land then rub it in until the sticky film covers as much of me as possible.
Inside me – there are far too many possibilities here, and it’s hard to choose just one. Sometimes he pulls out just before he comes and presses the tip of his cock against my arse, spraying jizz into me and letting it dribble down the crack. If you asked me in an unguarded moment I’d tell you that was my favourite. But if you ask me at the end of a fuck, when his voice is cracked with the effort of holding back and he needs me to tell him where then… well, I’ll be tempted to say in my cunt. Because it’s there where I can clench against him, squeezing every drop of pleasure from the sensation of his cock twitching.
In my mouth. Two ways, here. Well, more than two but they’re variations. One where I tip my head back, open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue just a little, and he uses his hand to beat the last stages of orgasm out of his shuddering cock. Squirting – in the most delicious sense of the word. Aiming and hitting the roof of my mouth. Once. Twice. Three times. Squeezing the last few drops out onto my waiting tongue.
Or the other way – at the back of my throat. Holding my head still with his hands and thrusting so his dick is deep in my throat and I splutter as the come pours down my throat.
See what I mean about decisions? Each of these has its merits, and in the moment they all seem perfect. What I want, really, is for him to come for longer – more. Not just drops or squirts but cupfuls – doled out in swallow-sized, or cunt-filling measures. Each one assigned by whim, after a measure in each place we like best.
“I’m done here. Flip over.”
Four or five squirts in each place, so as I’m rubbing it into my stomach and my crotch he’s positioning again for my mouth. So when he’s jizzed inside my cunt I can roll over and feel the same powerful squirts up against the crack of my arse.
So I can taste his spunk in my mouth even as it dries elsewhere.
Until he’s spent. More spent than he could ever, truly, physically be. Like it’s all been drained and sucked from him and he lies twitching and sated on the bed.
Almost every inch of me covered, or filled. Except one.
I’d hold his cock in my hand and milk the last few drops into the crook of my thumb and forefinger. Then rub my palms together to complete the full set.
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good grief, i could not get enough of this post!!! *fans*
Fuck. I mean, really, fuck.
This is *so* utterly filthy, & so totally gorgeous.
Fuck.
This hits the line joining beauty and dirty so wonderfully. I wonder though whether you have any thoughts on men wanting to join in the spunky fun. I think it only gentlemanly at times to offer to share in its consumption or clean-up… I say “offer”, although it’s more a case of ask urgently for a hot spunk-filled kiss or obey happily when told to lick up my mess.
I love this. I feel the same. One of my favourites is to get a man to come on his body and then have him order me to lick it up. Or to have him feed me his cum and suck it from his fingers whilst I stare in to this eyes. That is super hot too. Feed me all the cum.
Sweet!
so creative and downright dirty at the same time.
cuts through all the nonsense that a woman has to be persuaded.
Once she finds the man she wants, nothing stops her from getting what she wants—but of course there sometimes has to be the loving torture of forcing her to wait for what she must have.
Perhaps by making her come over and over, 10, 20 times or more, fine tuning her responses so that she will orgasm just from a look, a gentle touch, or from just being told to.
After all, when she can climax again and again, it seems only fair that her man should extract a little suffering for it….just to keep her trained and obedient, knowing that she must beg a little……. then to receive her reward for being a good bad girl.
Loved your post.
Don’t need to waste money on heating my home, just need to reread this post lol love it!
I just finished reading your book. Thank you for writing it.
Hey – thank you so much! Can I be super-cheeky and ask if you’d mind reviewing it on Amazon? No worries at all if you can’t but if you do have time I’d really appreciate it!
Done :-) never written a review before so hope it’s ok.
It’s phenomenal – thank you so much!
Fuck yes, now how do I conceal this raging hard-on?
I agree that there is never enough of this magic juice. Tasty, salty, close and exciting. So I am there naked on my knees, looking up and mouth wide open. I wait. Greedy. Naughty, excited. Tongue jutting slightly. Eye contact with the next one. As the others all look on waiting their turn or wipe the last drop of their now flacid cocks. I like it when they look around and count each other. I like them looking at me with complete disgust. Once they have cum over my face, in my mouth, they never make eye contact – they just leave. But they should really count each other and notice just how much I am taking down my throat. It’s not that I mind the facial or the back of the neck when someone can’t control his “point of no return” if anything its a compliment. He can’t hold it any longer watching me, listening to me moan and talking like a dirty cum slut. Looking at my nakedness. It’s just that was meant to be in my mouth……………and I was thirsty. I am always thirsty. I always wait until I get home to shower, I really get a wild kick out of taking the bus home with cum all over my face, if not a little dry and patchy. I can wipe a little away if it has pooled which is always the case, after all I want this to be a secret don’t I. ………….It’s only when i am home, away from all those men who degraded me and will go home to their wives and girlfriends that I will allow myself the same sensation of cumin. I lie down, naked again, and play until I cant hold it any longer and my own magic juice sports from my cock…………………………..more please……………(record day in 3 sittings, 42 loads ! )
oh my – naughty boy x
Swallow Swallow my balls are on fire !
Very hot. I wish!
Dear Girl,
Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!
I don’t feel like such a freak anymore. I believed there wasn’t anyone out there that shared my hunger for sperm as i do. Most certainly none of my girl friends share my obsessions with it!
You are so right about so many things here and mainly, there can never be enough. (I would probably be a great candidate for a nasty gang bang if i were a little braver).
If I could only choose one place in any given night to “get it”, i would have to go with pumped deeply into my pussy. The sudden rush and pulsating warmth of it shooting inside there is beyond comparison. I very often end up cumming again when I’m being flooded!
If I do get seconds, I’d have to say in my mouth. I so love the smell, taste and thickness of it on my tongue and in my mouth. I never miss or let a drop of the precious fluid go to waist.
Of course splattered anywhere on my body is always great too. So many choices, never enough loads to go around! LOL
Again, Thank You!
I feel little bit normalized after reading you amazing post!
xoxo
Samantha
If I believed in God I would ask him to bless you. As I don’t I will just say what a poetic expression regarding the topic I have spent a fair amount of time thinking about lately and yet you have expressed so amazingly. This article will probably be discussed with any future partner I have. Amazing and thank you.
i’d let him jizz copiously into & over my flaming copper-red hair. its freely flowing down from the top of my head in a silky, sultry waterfall of bliss—i want it to get sticky and matted together. i want my hair thoroughly soaked. i want his fresh, viscous, chunky spunk oozing down my forehead and into my eyes—so I can look into a mirror after the deluge of semen (sadly) ends & observe with satisfaction the clumps, the solitary drops squirted here and there, the unmistakable glory of ropes of spuge. i want to smell the aroma of his juices in my hair all day. i’ll let it dessicate & flake away gradually. only then i will wash my hair—so he can mess it up again the day after tomorrow. gotta give his glands some time to make more. more of his exquisite jizz.