When I saw the prompt for Wicked Wednesday this week (using semen in recipes) I immediately thought of this post I wrote a couple of years ago. Rather than re-posting it I contacted Rebel and asked her if she would be OK with me linking it in as is as long as I wrote an introductory paragraph to explain. Because she is fabulous she said yes and so here it is. I warn you though, you will either love it or hate it…. although maybe that is part of the whole appeal of it for me.
28th December 2011
He has been talking about doing this for a long time now. Whenever he mentioned it I used to get worried and fidgety mainly because the idea made me feel all hot and bothered but also because a part of my brain was screaming out at me that this was actually really rather disgusting. So I would listen to him with a mixture of horror and lust and wait for the day when his words would stop being just words and become actions. He talks about a lot of things but I have learned that it will eventually happen and not to be fooled by what seems like a lot of waiting.
Tonight when I came downstairs he had cut up a salad and placed it on a plate for me beside my computer. The beef was still roasting in the oven, the béarnaise sauce and jacket potatoes where sitting on the side ready but he was unbuttoning his fly and pushing me to my knees. I sucked his cock like the good greedy slut that I am but when he was about to cum he pulled away from my mouth, picked up the plate of salad and ‘dressed’ it for me, shooting his cum all over the contents with that wonderful grunting noise that he makes when he empties his balls.
I am so glad I grabbed the camera at this point. I just had to remember this moment. I was about to sit down and eat a plate of salad coated in his cum. I could feel my nipples harden and my pussy twitch at the same moment my brain was telling me this was too much but if there is one thing I have come to learn over the last few years it is to trust in my body. So, with what I now realise, was a rather filthy smirk on my lips I sat down and ate ever single morsel of it, while he watched, and even licked my lips afterwards.
Despite my previous apprehension the whole process was hot as hell. It seriously turned me on from the moment he started to open his fly to my plate being empty. Afterward we enjoyed the beef and although my tummy was very satisfied the same could not be said for the aching throb of need between my thighs. Although that was eventually dealt with later…..
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