Jizz

J is for Jizz… all fucking over me please.

If I had to write a top ten list of my kinks Jizz would have to be on that list. In fact it would probably feature in the top 5. I am a self confessed cumslut. As I wrote in that post

“His orgasm is my pleasure. I love being come on and in but most of all I love that he comes because of me, because of how my mouth feels, or my cunt or the way I look at him when I stroke his cock or the way I struggle beneath him when he pins me down. The fact that he emptied his balls into me because of how I felt is beyond hot to me. It is one of my go to thoughts when I am masturbating that will tip me over the edge every single time.”

If I am close to coming and I think about him coming on me, or even more likely, in me. It is that thought, that idea, that will make me come especially if I imagine him saying it in that throaty growly voice

“I am going to cum inside you”

BOOM! That is me undone.

It doesn’t even have to be that, maybe just the threat of it or the suggestion. Hold me up against the wall, hands rough and demanding, biting, kissing, pinning me there and tell me how you are going to use my mouth and come all over me….. Yeah that works.

I am all about the jizz. There can’t be enough to be honest. I want it on me, in me. I want to see it, taste it, feel it tighten on my skin as it dries. I have absolutely no desire to wipe it off. I want to wear it for the rest of the day. The ultimate mark of your lust clinging to my skin.

Oh and the picture…. The Gentleman’s glorious gift to me last December that afterwards he told me was 5 days of denying himself so as to ensure I got exactly what I deserved!

I look forward to getting more of what I deserve very soon.