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Being a Cumwhore
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Being a Cumwhore  I received a few emails yesterday from people, some men and some women, asking about my blog yesterday. It appears that people are interested in understanding why I am a cumwhore and why cum gets me off so much. I though I'd do my best to explain it for the curious. In so far as any of us are aware of why we have the kinks we have I guess I always had it. In my first relationship I was focused on what got my boyfriend off. I did whatever it took to make him cum. Sometimes the results where better than others. Over time that relationship ended and new ones began. I popped a lot of cherries my first year at university. My friends didn't know why I kept doing it but I enjoyed it. In longer relationships my lovers would ask me what they can do to get me off and I'd always feel torn. I felt like I should be able to say something "normal" but in my heart all I've ever wanted to say is "shut up, fuck me and cum hard!" It wasn't until I met Sir that I really began to understand my sexuality. He would withhold his orgasm or his cum. It would frustrate me to the point that I wanted to cry. In doing this he helped me to see what I wanted from sex. He demonstrated what the vital ingredient for my sexual satisfaction was. It was cum. Cum in me or on my skin is quite simply what gets me off. Its about the splash of heat, the way it oozes on my skin and its about the way I feel when I hear the guy groaning and it spurts out. I like watching him cum almost as much as feeling it. There is an intense feeling of pride and vanity attached to it. It starts when I'm presented with that big, hard cock. It builds up when I thrust it down my throat and when it thrusts into me. It climbs each time I'm called a slut or , not because of the degradation but because it's said as a compliment. Its his way of saying that I'm getting him off. As he grunts and groans my pussy gets wetter. Then he releases, spurting a flood of hot, sticky cum into or over me. That cum is mine. I made him make that cum and it belongs to me. Its the ultimate compliment. I'm sexy. My body and my actions brought him (or her, but mostly him) to climax. I got him off. Its a heady rush of pride and vanity. Its the most "womanly" I feel. I have a grin on my face for days afterwards. This sentiment is only exaggerated by having multiple men at the same time. Watching a cock grow (or regrow) hard watching me with someone else. Seeing the anticipation in a guys eyes as he can barely wait to get hold of me. More cum in me, more cum on me. Revelling in the pure ecstasy of being used for sex and knowing that Sir is there to keep me safe. There is no joy quite like it. All the time Sir watches me. His cock bulging in his trousers, straining against the fabric of his underwear. I know I'm pleasing him. After its all over, Sir kisses my forehead and pulls a blanket over me. I know that he is pleased and proud. His compliment is more important to me than the cum oozing from my pussy and ass or drying on my skin. I can't be what I am without him. I can't be who I am without his love. This is what being a cumwhore means to me. |
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