| I Have Found the Holy Grail... and It Pours Forth Sugary Sweet Semen |
| Written by Tara Tainton | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Saturday, 26 June 2010 09:20 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I'm not a religious person, though I am quite spiritual. ...spiritual in my sex, my lifestyle, my work, my insistence on living every moment to the fullest (hedonism?), even my eating choices. I insert every bit of me in everything I do, now more so than ever before, making for a very rich life. With that, I suppose "religious experiences" in sex are natural phenomenon. With a new lover comes new discoveries, about yourself and the entirely new body and soul awaiting your exploration. Just one week into taking on a new lover, I was hit with just what I've almost miraculously happened across. Due to my assertion, my initiating a series of events, and my going "out there" to find exactly what I want, I've been very well rewarded. I've had, in masculine flesh beneath my own roving hands, the living, breathing culmination of every physical and mental trait I find most attractive in the opposite sex, completely at my disposal. In fact, his personality is so much like my own in its playfulness, silliness, and seeking of sensual pleasures that our play and discussion have led to me earning several "free passes" to use whenever and wherever I wish... giving me the explicit right and complete permission to partake of his body however I need and want. I haven't used my passes yet... one never knows when they might be most needed. I haven't had to. Of course, with two personalities and their sexual styles so in sync and combined with mutual attraction for one another, one is always ready to give when the other wants to receive and vice versa. It just works. And it's fuckin' sweet! So, there I was, nude and moist and sprawled on top of my equally naked lover as we lie on my couch in the afterglow of great sex, swapping silly stories, laughing, smiling, and continuously kissing with the unspoken agreement of a follow up session to come momentarily. My mind registers that still warm cum is gluing us together, something essential of my lover's that I still haven't partaken of. So, I reach down and scoop up a sample with a single finger and spread it on my tongue while my lover watches me with mild curiosity. I'm poised for the expected taste I'm familiar with, even bracing myself for a bitter flavor I'm confident I'll learn to love. Instead, I'm completely still with disbelief. I look up at my lover, and he returns my curious - almost startled - expression. I swipe up a larger sample of his clear jizz and suck it off with my lips tightly pressed around my index finger. I swirl my tongue around in my mouth... rub the taste on the roof of my mouth... lick any spare drops off my lips... and as my eyes grow wide with disbelief, a huge childish grin spreads across my face and I declare, "you actually taste GOOD!" I go for another sample and another as if I'm suddenly conducting serious scientific research and of course, multiple clinical samples are necessary to reach a sound conclusion. I can't stop smiling, looking at my lover with sheer gratitude and ever-growing excitement. He's dumbfounded, not even realizing the profundity of the moment. "You actually taste SWEET! ...like candy!!" I reassure him, still lapping up his essence. Finally, I realize that this man wedged beneath me in all of his masculine glory has never been made aware of what truly taste gift he has to offer the world. I am apparently the first woman to taste him and report the results, the first to enthusiastically express that his cum tastes like no other. How can that be? I pictured multiple women, coming up for air during an intense and energetic blowjob performed on this beautiful, albeit circumcised, penis and shouting to the face of the man hovering above them, "you're delicious! I'm going to go down on you every day!" But apparently, they haven't. And certainly, dare I ask him.... "Have you ever tasted your own cum?" He hasn't. I don't know the percentage, but I know a great number of men have, do, or always wanted to, and it's damn hot when you get to watch them taste their own post-pleasure goo. After all, how many of us women are accustomed to tasting our own natural sweetness upon kissing our wet-faced lover after he surfaces from the act of going down on us? So, I educate my new friend that yes, men have and do, and he's astonished. I ask if any woman's ever told him how great he tastes, and he reveals they actually haven't. Now, I picture those poor, barely experienced girls who must've had to follow their initially sweet blowjob experiences, practicing with this lovely specimen, with the usual taste of bitter or even spicy cum and then, and only then, realize what they had erect before them previously. I proceed to explain to this unaware young man how every man tastes different, just as we women all taste differently, and the usual taste of cum is definitely an acquired taste. Delicious, but very unique. My lover and new student replies, "well, I eat healthy." Ah, of course!! Everyone knows that the taste of cum is affected by what a man eats the day/evening/hours before. Sour, fatty, yeasty, bitter ingredients make for very strong tasting semen. Oddly enough, my lover isn't even aware of this fact, which makes sense. He's never been curious enough to search online for ways to improve the taste of his cum or had a lover suggest he eat differently. He fucking tastes like sugar! Suddenly, I've found myself in the role of sexual tutor in these more technical and theoretical facts that I'm discovering aren't actually common knowledge despite my having written countless blog entries about them. Of course, I like playing tutor... and student. Hmmm... something to keep in mind with this new lover... a sexy schoolgirl or teacher costume in our future?? With his new bit of education in the nature of semen, he proudly offers, "I had an organic salad for supper. ...and a smoothie... of fresh berries." With that, I began to realize all the more just how fortunate I am at this very moment. This is my first experience tasting of someone who eats organically, who's actually practically a vegetarian, eating seafood if any meat at all. A man that actually eats healthfully. Of course! That's the answer to all of women's sex-related prayers (if you're the praying kind)! That's right, you red meat eating men out there.... you can actually improve your health, longevity, and sex life and satisfaction of your blowjob-giving partners by eating better. You can make your dick actually taste like a fucking lollipop! Don't claim I never shared that piece of golden information with you. With that revelation, I started imagining the fantastic blowjob experiences I'm going to have with this new, super tasty lover lying all tight-bodied and neatly trimmed beneath me. Our first blowjob experience together is coming soon, and I'm going to make a very big deal out of it now that I know what sweet reward awaits me. I started kissing my lover then again, more sweetly, more tenderly, in some subconscious effort to thank him over and over for the wonderful gift he's bestowed upon womankind and that I get to take awesome advantage of in knowing him. My hips slid over his, feeling every inch of him against me, and he reached down to poise his hard-as-a-rock cock perfectly beneath me to meet my next down stroke. "I can go again," he offered. Realizing only the shortest amount of time had actually passed during my profound discovery and the discussion that resulted, I paused and looked at him in disbelief. "All ready?!" I asked for verification. He nodded, again completely unaware of yet another trait that differentiates him from every other man I've ever experienced before him. Unbelievable. I'd called him "a rare one" in mere text messages and getting to know his personality and mind before I even had the privilege of first touching him. Little did I know just how far that label actually applies. I looked into his eyes, down at his pouty pierced lower lip I'd been kissing, and back to his eyes with complete seriousness. "You're the fucking holy grail," I informed him as the weight of the moment and the significance of my forthcoming sexual experiences reached my own awareness.
3.23 Copyright (C) 2007 Alain Georgette / Copyright (C) 2006 Frantisek Hliva. All rights reserved." |
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