Why I Like Facials (The Dirty Kind)

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Why I Like Facials (The Dirty Kind)I never did believe a man’s cum made my breasts larger for them to enjoy, or that cumming on my face made my skin a wrinkle free zone.As a willing recipient of testicular spawning, I think I need to address those women who display a horror when confronted with an immanent deluge, if you can call a teaspoon to tablespoon of baby making slime a deluge.I am a girl like most girls, who enjoys good porn. Not the ‘Ooos and Ahsss’, of the budding actresses, who are at long last loosing out to girls like myself, who are willing to diddle our clitoris’s, on cam for the enjoyment of the lucky recipient who stroke their cocks for us, in the privacy of our bedrooms, yards from concerned parents, that I we are lowering our crotches onto the webcams.Yes, 75 percent of my sexual encounters end with a face-full of splodge, and no, I don’t feel degraded by it, nor do I think my male partners’ enjoyment of said act means they hate women. I mean, if they did, there are faster ways to oppress us than one shot in the face at a time.I can remember reading a comment at College, “There are no politically correct fantasies.” I’m sure there are women who are lucky enough to be turned on by erotic, lady-empowering lovemaking, but there are a hell of a lot of the rest of us who want to get cum shot in our faces sometimes and who have **** fantasies.That’s one of the things I love about sex — done well, with someone you trust, it’s a non boundary never never land where cool, smart, and careful melt into sheer sensation and having brilliant orgasms. I don’t care if your fantasies revolve around being fisted or indulging in sibling role play, hell my brother learned a lot from me, just because I was in the next room and available for a blow job, or a naked wanking session, we explored them together, crawling into each other’s weird sexual psyches, is half the fun. My orgasms are a politics-free zone, and I don’t care who gives them to me.I like the feeling of anticipation, of waiting for the moment that first hot spurt will splatter my cheek. (Yes, “hot spurt” is the single most embarrassing phrase bursa escort I have ever expressed). I like looking up, begging, while he chokes out a whimper and makes that face like something hurts a little. It makes me feel powerful. It makes me feel sexy. It just turns me on. I know its immanent arrival makes my heart race, I lick my lips, or simply moisten them, shall I swallow, and coat the insides of my mouth to relish on my tongue, sweet, it is not, salty, yes, eye stinging, definitely, and a lousy smell, which is strange, why nature never made it sweeter and delicious, I am sure we would see a more willingness for girls to go down and suck a snack for free, even on the bus, or tube, maybe that’s why girls eye up men’s crotches on public transport public transport, they are hungry.One final word while we’re on the topic. Everything I’ve said here about facials goes out the window the first time you hit me in the eye with your cum, and I really mean you, the reader of this story. That shit burns for the rest of the day.My **** fantasy, which was a step too far. I had been in this relationship for under three months, and we had already been free spirits about sex and our turn-ons. I had confided my desire of being forced to have sex and with three men.’I’m kneeling on the floor and having a ‘Doggy Fuck’, with one of them, while the other two men are naked and stroking their cocks in readiness to penetrate me and ejaculate into me, it was this expectation and the number that really rocked my boat, needless to say, my orgasm was enough to satisfy my sex with the first man, so the other two men now were surplus to requirements’.I remember telling him in that in the darkness of my bedroom, I was in the fetal position, as my pussy still tingled from the climax I had experienced, ‘but they did not see it that way’, I breathlessly continued.My head was on his chest and I hear his heart rate increase as I devoured what happened next, being suppressed and anally penetrated, being double penetrated and forced to deep throat, the assault continued for hours until I lay shattered in my mind.I was not conscious of bursa escort bayan touching myself as I relived my sexual fantasy, only the powerful orgasm that wracked my body, my boyfriend was astounded at how much I turned myself on reciting it, and my unashamed masturbating in front of him to add realism to what I professed to being what I secretly wanted.Two weeks back we were out partying in the city centre, and I got tipsy quickly, as I had not eaten.’You look fucking hot’, he whispered into my ear, ‘That’s because I want to be fucked’, I replied, feeling a sudden rush course through my body, I was very wet down there, and my braless top displayed my long nipples in an erected state, and not a drop of cold air to hide that fact.This was where my boyfriend got it oh so wrong, as he spoke to a group of rough looking men, who took turns to eye my sexually awake body sitting at the bar.’When are we going to eat’, I slurred, I could hear it in my voice?’After I fuck you silly’, he replied. I looked at him, feeling the heat of my crotch spread, and as I spun in my barstool, I deliberately let my skirt hike up high, and let my thighs open indecently, pulling him in between them.’Let’s go fuck in the toilets’, I hissed into his ear thickly, ‘I want to swallow your cock’. I caught the barmaid cock an eye at me, then smile, and as my boyfriend left with his round of drinks, ‘There’s a spare room upstairs’, she whispered, she looked both beautiful and appealing, and a mixture of threat and jealousy stirred within, as if she was moving in on my immanent fuck.We took up her offer and went upstairs and into what appeared to be an attic. At the far end there was a single bed and chair, and as we walked I started undressing, not caring about anything other than the immanent sex.I arrived and sat down on the bed, by now I was completely nude and unaware of the cold, you could just imagine how large my nipples stood.My boyfriend had been gathering my few items of discarded clothing when he asked me to stand up, and started to tie me up, like my patron Saint, St Andrew, my legs and arms wide and secure, and my face escort bursa and head covered with my outer clothing, I could breath and talk, but not see him.When he entered me he felt delicious and I backed back into him and rode his shaft like a sex starved whore. My mouthings were dirty and my fucking aggressive. That was when I suddenly realized there were more people standing around watching us, only my boyfriends voice was over by where the barmaids voice was and the man I had been riding in a sexual frenzy, spoke behind me.My sexual fantasy struck home like a thunder bolt, as the others joined in and enjoyed my subjectiveness, the truth being that I froze, upon the realization that it was happening, and already someone’s semen was already running from me.I fought my instinctive enjoyment reaction, I stood still as each of the men enjoyed me, pretending my lack of participation was my objection to my **** fantasy, I felt cheap and dirty, but still my boyfriend refused to interfere, as shot after shot of hot semen plastered onto my naked being.Then it stopped as suddenly as it began. I stood spread.eagled bound in my ropes, still blind to the reality of who was in that room and what they were witnessing, looking at me.There was some coughing as I struggled gently against the bindings holding my limbs open. I felt the heat of her body as knelt between my open thighs and began licking the semen running down both.My senses focussed on the tip of her tongue as she traced the saline trails all the way up to their origin, my pussy, where she unabatedly licked like a possessed angel, being a woman herself, she knew all the tricks in how subjugating a pussy into surrender.Even the soft pink of my crinkled anus was licked into submission, and my mind said one thing, whereas my body contortions could not hide my pleasure being experienced from the lesbian act.These peoples disappeared into memory, still sought out in my quieter moments of self sexual flagellation, (I do like to feel my pussy being slapped), even the girl from the bar, whom I found out later, had a cousin who fucked me that night, whilst she herself kept my boyfriend busy, whilst keeping an eye on my body for her own abuses.I hope you can appreciate my writings to you and will be kind enough to say so, it makes taking the time to write all the more worthwhile.

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